"Then the two of them had a lot to pay back. I heard Leon Stark's sports car was a globally limited edition, modified by Tony Stark himself, with a total value of over a hundred million dollars."
Xia Ling gave a playful whistle, her pink tongue lazily licking her lollipop.
"Money wasn't the problem..." Wenwu had yet to finish.
Xia Ling cut him off. "But it'll be a huge problem if my brother has to pay it himself. Even if he worked as a valet his whole life, he couldn't even pay back the interest on that hundred million."
Xia Ling's tone could not hide her contempt. In her eyes, although her brother had become a person in default, the martial arts skills he had honed since childhood were exceptional.
Yet he was willing to be nothing more than an ordinary valet, concealing all his sharpness as though he wanted to completely sever ties with his former self.
That was simply the behavior of a coward!
"Indeed."
Wenwu nodded in rare agreement, no joy or sorrow visible in his eyes. "In that case, let him be Leon Stark's valet for the rest of his life."
"Isn't that exactly what you want?" Wenwu looked at Xia Ling with blazing eyes.
Meeting Wenwu's gaze, Xia Ling suddenly shrank back, a little intimidated.
Wenwu continued, "My original plan was for your brother to inherit the Ten Rings Brotherhood, but after all these years, he has shown no intention of returning."
"Since that was the case, why shouldn't I simply fulfill his wish—and yours as well?"
"Don't you agree, Xia Ling?"
Wenwu's tone was mild, yet it carried more pressure than any of his previous words that had revealed emotional fluctuation.
"Hmph!"
Xia Ling crossed her arms and turned away without answering Wenwu, making