Chapter 41: The Dead Man

  Mr. Wen Da's face was filled with surprise and delight, his gaze slowly sweeping back and forth across the faces of Wen Xiang and the others. The true appearance of the four great offerings had always been a secret of the Dragon Flag, and he had tried every means to pry into it before, but to no avail. Now that he had finally seen them, it meant that he too had gained an opportunity - if the four great offerings would follow the Dragon Flag, they might also be willing to follow him, as long as he was willing to pay a higher price than the Dragon Flag. If he couldn't win them over, there were other ways to deal with it; after all, there were many people in Changshan County who hated these four great offerings!

  Looking at Mr. Wen Da, Su Tang smiled again and put the teacup on the table, saying lightly: "Brother Long, are you kidding me?"

  The dragon flag has always been paying attention to protecting Wen Xiang and others. Even if Su Tang is confused and young, Xiao Gui Cao Sui will eventually understand. Letting Wen Xiang and others remove their disguises only serves to make the atmosphere of the fire more intense and resolute. Mr. Wen Da actually didn't detect the killing intent behind this move, and instead thought it was a good thing. In that case, he can really make decisions now.

  "What? What's wrong with me?" Long Qi asked in surprise, not expecting Su Tang to point the spearhead at him.

  "You told me a few days ago that Mr. Da is critically ill and will probably pass away in two or three months." Su Tang chuckled and said, "But I think Mr. Da's spirit is very good, he's still vigorous in his old age, let alone two or three months, even if he lives for another twenty or thirty years, it won't be a problem."

  "I'm not a cultivator, of course I couldn't see through his act." Long Qi said.

  "Dragon Flag, I treated you with great kindness, but I never expected that you would secretly curse me like this?!" Mr. Wen angrily said.

  "Don't get angry, don't get angry, take care of your body." Su Tang hastily mediated and then smiled: "To be honest, Mr. Da, if you let me wait for two or three months... it's definitely no problem, just blink and it will arrive, I can wait, but if you want me to wait for twenty or thirty years... that's too much!"

  "What? Am I being excessive?" Mr. Wen Da was momentarily perplexed.

  "Scoundrel!" A retainer behind Mr. Wen shouted at Su Tang.

  "Ten thousand years is too long, just fight for every morning and evening." Su Tang said softly: "Now I don't even want to wait for a moment."

  Mr. Wen Da's face showed a look of shock, he finally understood Su Tang's implied meaning, however, he found it hard to believe. After quarreling with Long Qi for so long, the relationship between the two had become like that of sworn enemies, but he never thought of taking action to get rid of Long Qi. On one hand, it was because of the nobleman's reason, on the other hand, it was due to past lessons. Tang Wanli's Gathering of Heroes lost so badly precisely because the old brothers were almost wiped out in one net, while the new people who came up had discordant faces and hearts, with contradictions and infighting among them, and Long Qi took advantage of the situation, winning over some, provoking others, killing off another group, gradually gaining control.

  The power of the Miaodao Building in Changshan County is not to be underestimated, so Mr. Wen Da is very clear that he should remain restrained, they can argue and have a grudge against each other, but absolutely cannot resort to violence, for when the nest is overturned, there will be no unbroken eggs!

  Who would have thought that someone would completely disregard the rules and play cards, this is the first time Mr. Long has come to Miao Dao Pavilion after quitting, and Su Tang Su has ruthlessly revealed his murderous intentions.

  "How dare you be impudent?!" Mr. Wen's attendant had already placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

  "Don't play with your toys, or you'll regret it." Xiao Bu regretted said with a smile.

  Tong Fei glanced at Xiao Bu Hui, furrowed his brow, and with a flick of his toe, he kicked the iron ball into the air. He then caught it lightly in his hand.

  Xiang took out a pair of gloves made of unknown materials from behind her waist and put them on her slender hands, which were as thin as spring onions.

  Only the thin old man was watching the dragon flag, he is the housekeeper of the dragon flag, and naturally put the decision of the dragon flag first.

  The temperature in the hall seemed to drop to freezing point all of a sudden, Mo Xiaobai's face turned pale and he retreated to a distance. He thought Su Tang would come over and help Long Qi put pressure on Mr. Da, but unexpectedly, the pressure was applied a bit too heavily...

  Mr. Wen's attendant had already broken out in a cold sweat on his forehead, the strength of the four great offerings was beyond anyone's guess, and he didn't think he could be a match for any of them.

  Mr. Wen Da couldn't believe his eyes, how could Su Tang win the trust of several Shangfang in just a few days after taking office? Impossible!

  "Wait a minute." Long Qi suddenly said: "Mr. Su, for the sake of this Miao Dao Pavilion... it has already led to the downfall of his family and the loss of his life. Give him a good end, just... pity him."

  Mr. Wen's hands trembled slightly, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry. When did Mr. Wen need others' sympathy?!

  Su Tang fell silent for a moment, and Long Qi suddenly called him Mr. Su, which made him somewhat unaccustomed.

  "Brother Long, if I had died a few days ago, who would have pitied me?" Su Tang said with a smile.

  "Mr. Su, do you know what you're doing?!" Mr. Wen angrily stood up, slapping his palm heavily on the table: "Miao Dao Ge is my own creation, I am the true master of Miao Dao Ge! You want to rebel?!"

  "It's too absurd." Su Tang replied lazily, "The vast majority of spiritual instruments are made by blacksmiths and leatherworkers. But look at the famous spiritual instruments in the world, how many of them are in the hands of blacksmiths or leatherworkers?"

  Mr. Wen was speechless for a moment.

  "I have a friend who found the magic rhododendron in the Black Forest, only to be followed by a group of bandits with ill intentions; I inherited a family business, but there are some petty people secretly plotting against me, trying to take it away from me." Su Tang said sarcastically: "You've lived until your eyebrows and beard have turned white, yet you still don't understand this simple truth? If something isn't created by you, passed down to you, or found by you, it will never truly belong to you. Moreover... when you abandoned the brothers who fought to the death for you and escaped with your family in secret, didn't you already give up?"

  Mr. Wen's face turned iron-green, although Su Tang's words were not extreme, but the attitude revealed was extremely resolute, today's matter will absolutely not end well.

  "I'm injured, I won't stay here and be a burden." Su Tang stood up and slowly walked out, Mo Xiaobai reacted and hurriedly went forward to support Su Tang. His body intentionally or unintentionally blocked Su Tang's view. If Mr. Wen and his followers were to suddenly attack, he would use his own body to buy time for Su Tang and also for the few servants to make a move.

  "Su Tang, you still don't know what kind of person I am?" Mr. Wen Da sneered: "I..."

  Su Tang turned around and glanced at Mr. Wen Da, saying lightly: "A dead man."

  Mr. Wen's eyes sparkled, and the hand that was about to make a move on the table was suddenly pressed down by another slender hand, making him feel as if a mountain had been placed on his palm, rendering it immobile. Then he heard a soft, regretful voice: "Master Wen, why must you, why suffer..."