Entertainment Industry

"No problem!" Wan Hao readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the Middle-aged Assassin in the car, who had been given simple bandaging and hung with a makeshift IV drip. He sneered twice but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Little Bei was still glued to his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen for a moment.

"Um... Little Bei, what do you think about the suggestion I made?" Wan Hao thought for a bit before finally asking.

He had already witnessed Little Bei's strength.

Definitely King of Soldiers level!

He had personally experienced this Middle-aged Assassin's skill. He was ruthless and powerful, but he couldn't even last three minutes against Little Bei, and it was a complete defeat!

This was simply terrifying.

Ever since his special forces bodyguard died three years ago, the several people he hired afterward hadn't quite suited Wan Hao's taste. But upon seeing Little Bei today, he immediately made up his mind.

He had to recruit him!

"I'm good at killing people, but protecting people... I've never done that kind of work before..." Little Bei said dismissively, his attention still fixed on his phone. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as his fingers frantically tapped the screen. Three seconds later, the screen went dark again.

Cai Wenji killed Li Bai!

Little Bei scratched his head in extreme frustration and muttered to himself, "Damn it... Am I really not suited for playing assassins? That shouldn't be right, my profession matches this hero quite well..."

The Trench Coat Youth stretched his neck to look and was instantly speechless. "Bro, you're playing terribly. Your jungle Li Bai has less gold than Cai Wenji... 0-9 record, aren't you afraid of getting reported?"

"I'm V8!" Little Bei replied without even lifting his head.

The Trench Coat Youth immediately gave him a thumbs up.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm talking about serious business here, can you two show me some respect?" Wan Hao glared sideways at the Trench Coat Youth and Little Bei, then said gently, "Little Bei... follow me, and I promise I won't treat you unfairly. Name your price, and I won't haggle!"

As the sound of the crystal shattering echoed, two large "DEFEAT" words appeared on the screen.

Game Over.

Little Bei finally looked up, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Manager Wan, I... don't really like the feeling of being constrained, and I also don't like getting too close to employers. It's good to be free like this... When I need money, I'll take a job. When I don't, I'll travel the world!"

Little Bei had made himself very clear.

He was a wild wolf roaming the grasslands and didn't want to be tied down with an iron chain to become a watchdog.

"Let's keep in touch if something comes up in the future. Just send the final payment over when you have time." Little Bei chewed his gum.

"Buddy... tell me your name! Let me at least die knowing who I fell to..." The Middle-aged Assassin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, struggling to lift his head, his voice hoarse like a worn-out bellows rubbing.

Little Bei paused his movements, then smiled.

"What, still thinking about getting away and seeking revenge on me by name?"

The Middle-aged Assassin sneered.

"Heh... if you're lucky enough to survive, you're welcome to seek revenge on me! My surname is Xiao, Xiao Zhengbai!" Little Bei said extremely arrogantly. "Some people used to call me Night Owl!"

The Middle-aged Assassin's pupils suddenly constricted.

"You... you're from that organization!"

Little Bei casually rolled up his sleeve, revealing a blood-red Hexagram Tattoo on his right arm, and retorted, "You mean this? Well, I used to be, but now... I'm not!"

Wan Hao and the Trench Coat Youth were completely bewildered.

But with Wan Hao's extensive experience, he could glean a lot of information from their conversation.

Little Bei's background might be extremely terrifying!

He might come from a dark organization so vast it was suffocating!

That's why the fierce Middle-aged Assassin, who was tough even with his tendons severed, was utterly shocked upon hearing Little Bei's name.

Thinking of this, Wan Hao calmed down.

He wanted a bodyguard, someone with a clean background, precisely to avoid unnecessary trouble, and Little Bei clearly didn't fit this requirement.

"Take me to see that introducer... the one named Su Rui." Little Bei pondered for a moment, then said to Wan Hao, "I don't think I know him. How did he get my contact information?"

Wan Hao thought for a second, then nodded. "Okay."

The Alphard sped down the sparsely populated provincial road, disappearing in an instant.

Time: 3:15 PM.

Huahe Teahouse.

Wan Hao stepped out of an A6. After a bumpy ride back to Tongzhou, he had only quickly changed clothes before rushing to Su Rui's invitation.

He looked at the roadside; the black Pagani was quietly parked there.

His phone rang at the right moment.

"I see you. Third floor, Phoenix Arrival Hall."

Wan Hao smiled and locked his phone.

Led by a waiter to the private room door, Wan Hao pushed it open and entered.

What met his eyes were antique-style decorations, tables, and chairs. Su Rui sat before the tea table, holding a purple clay teapot, and smiled, "Manager Wan seems very happy!"

Wan Hao lightly sniffed the wafting tea aroma, not answering Su Rui's question. Instead, he said with a smile, "Wuyi Da Hong Pao... Mr. Su, how did you know I like rock tea?"

"Sit!" Su Rui motioned with his hand, pushing a small teacup towards Wan Hao.

The tea was poured seven-tenths full, at a suitable temperature, with a rich fragrance.

"Good tea." Wan Hao sat down, picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and gently swirled the tea.

"For this matter, I have to thank you," Wan Hao mused for a moment, then said again, "Excluding the two hundred million investment, I owe you a favor!"

The two hundred million that Wan Hao had previously transferred to Mingzhu Company was something Su Rui had insisted on taking as a loan from Wan Hao, promising to repay it a year later at the bank's highest interest rate.

Just as Su Rui had said on Panshan Road, he wanted to become friends with Wan Hao!

If he had sold the information to Wan Hao all at once, he naturally wouldn't have had to repay the two hundred million, but similarly, the relationship between them would have become a purely transactional one.

Wan Hao's significance was far, far greater than two hundred million in funds.

"Manager Wan, please don't say that... I came today because I need your help with something!" Su Rui said with a smile, picking up the teapot to refill Wan Hao's cup.

"Not enough money? I'll call the bank right away..." Wan Hao said, reaching for his phone.

"It's not about money this time!" Su Rui waved his hand, paused, and then asked, "Manager Wan, do you have any friends in the entertainment industry in the capital?"

Entertainment industry?

Wan Hao raised his eyebrows, searched his mind for a moment, then nodded and said, "I have a few elders who are considered insiders. Why? Does Mingzhu Company want to change direction and go into the film and television industry?"