Entertainment Industry

"No problem!" Wan Hao agreed without hesitation.

After hanging up, he glanced at the Middle-aged Assassin in the vehicle compartment, who had been simply bandaged and hooked up to a makeshift IV. He sneered twice without saying anything.

Little Bei was still stubbornly clutching his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen for even a moment.

"Um... Brother Little Bei, what do you think about the suggestion I made?" After some thought, Wan Hao finally asked.

He had already witnessed Little Bei's strength.

He was absolutely at the king-of-soldiers level!

Wan Hao had experienced the Middle-aged Assassin's skills firsthand. He was vicious and ruthless, with a fierce fighting style, yet he had not even lasted three minutes against Little Bei—and had been utterly defeated!

It was simply terrifying.

Ever since his special forces soldier bodyguard had died three years ago, none of the bodyguards he had hired afterward had truly satisfied Wan Hao. But upon seeing Little Bei today, he made up his mind at once.

He had to recruit him to his side!

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

Cai Wenji had slain Li Bai!

Little Bei scratched his head irritably and muttered, "Damn it... Am I really not suited to playing assassins? That shouldn't be right. My profession matches this Hero pretty well..."

The Trench Coat Youth craned his neck for a look and was instantly speechless. "Bro, you're playing terribly. Your jungling Li Bai has less gold than Cai Wenji... You're 0-9. Aren't you afraid people will report you?"

"I'm V8!" Little Bei answered without even raising his head.

The Trench Coat Youth immediately gave him a thumbs-up.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm talking business here. Can you two show me some respect?" Wan Hao shot the Trench Coat Youth and Little Bei a sidelong glare, then said gently, "Little Bei... come with me. I definitely won't treat you poorly. Name whatever terms you want—I won't haggle!"

As the sound of the crystal shattering rang out, two huge words appeared on the screen: "Defeat."

The game was over.

Little Bei finally looked up. After pondering for a moment, he said seriously, "Manager Wan, I... don't really like feeling restrained. And I don't like getting too close to employers either. Being free like this is pretty good... When I'm short on money, I take a job. When I'm not, I travel around the world!"

Little Bei had made himself very clear.

He was a wild wolf roaming the grasslands. He did not want to be chained up and turned into a house dog guarding someone's home.

"Contact me if anything comes up later. Just send over the remaining payment when you have time." Little Bei chewed chewing gum.

"Brother... give me a name! At least let me die knowing whose hands I fell into..." The Middle-aged Assassin, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke. He struggled to lift his head, his voice hoarse like an old broken bellows scraping.

Little Bei paused, then laughed.

"What, still thinking that if you somehow get away, you'll use my name to take revenge on me?"

The Middle-aged Assassin sneered.

"Heh... If you're lucky enough to survive, you're welcome to come take revenge on me! My surname is Xiao—Xiao Zhengbai!" Little Bei declared wildly. "People used to call me Night Owl!"

The Middle-aged Assassin's pupils suddenly contracted.

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

Little Bei casually rolled up his sleeve, revealing a blood-red Hexagram Tattoo on his right arm. He asked, "You mean this? Yeah, I used to be. Now... I'm not!"

Wan Hao and the Trench Coat Youth were utterly confused.

But with Wan Hao's extensive knowledge and experience, he could glean plenty of information from their conversation.

Little Bei's background might be extremely terrifying!

He might have come from a massive dark organization, one so vast it was suffocating!

That was why the vicious Middle-aged Assassin had remained so tough even after his Achilles tendons had been severed, yet turned pale with fright upon hearing Little Bei's name.

Thinking of this, Wan Hao calmed down.

What he wanted was a bodyguard, someone with a clean background, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble. Little Bei clearly did not meet that requirement.

"Take me to see the person who introduced him to you... that Su Rui." After pondering for a moment, Little Bei said to Wan Hao, "I don't think I know him. How did he get my contact information?"

Wan Hao considered it for a second, then nodded. "Fine."

The Alphard sped down the sparsely trafficked provincial highway and vanished from sight in an instant.

Time: 3:15 p.m.

Huahe Teahouse.

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

He looked toward the roadside, where that jet-black Pagani sat quietly parked.

His phone rang at just the right moment.

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

Wan Hao smiled and directly locked his phone screen.

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

Before him were antique furnishings and tables and chairs. Su Rui sat at the tea table, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand. Smiling, he said, "Manager Wan seems to be in a good mood!"

Wan Hao lightly inhaled the drifting fragrance of tea. Instead of answering Su Rui's question, he said with a smile, "Wuyi Da Hong Pao... How did Mr. Su know that I like rock tea?"

"Sit!" Su Rui gestured with his hand and pushed a delicate little teacup before Wan Hao.

The tea filled seven-tenths of the cup. Its temperature was just right, and its rich fragrance wafted up to his nose.

"Good tea." Wan Hao sat down, raised the cup, and took a small sip, gently swirling the tea within.

"I have to thank you for this," Wan Hao said again after pondering for a moment. "Setting aside the two hundred million investment, I owe you a favor!"

The two hundred million Wan Hao had previously transferred to Mingzhu Company had been taken by Su Rui in the form of a loan, at Su Rui's insistence. He had also promised to repay it a year later at the bank's highest interest rate.

Just as Su Rui had once said on the mountain road, he wanted to become friends with Wan Hao!

If he had sold all the information to Wan Hao at once, then naturally he would not have needed to repay the two hundred million. But at the same time, their relationship would have become a purely transactional one.

Wan Hao himself was worth far, far more than two hundred million in funds.

"Manager Wan, please don't say that... I came today because I have something to ask of you!" Su Rui smiled as he lifted the teapot and refilled Wan Hao's cup.

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

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

The entertainment industry?

Wan Hao raised his eyebrows. After searching his memories for a moment, he nodded. "A few elders I know are part of the industry. What is it? Is Mingzhu Company changing fields and getting into film and television?"