The middle-aged man is none other than the head of the Feng Family, the current lord of the City of Chaos, Feng Wuji, a master at the peak of the Vientiane Realm, and even a bit stronger than Leng Wuwu in terms of strength.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at Feng Xingyun, then frowned slightly and waved, "Come here."
"Yes, father." Feng Xingyun did not dare to neglect, and quickly came to stand in front of Feng Wuji.
"Crack!"
Without saying anything, Feng Wuji raised his hand and slapped Feng Xingyun loudly.
Feng Xingyun was completely stunned. He covered his face and said timidly: "Father, my child, did my child make any mistakes?"
Seeing Feng Xingyun's disheveled clothes and many lip marks on his face, Feng Wuji looked gloomy and scolded: "You useless bastard, you can't cultivate, but you can play with women."
Think of him as Feng Wuji, the lord of a city, and a famous and promising master in Qianzhou. In the eyes of outsiders, he is as good as wind and rain, but who knows that it is not the climate for an only son to linger on women.
Feeling the burning pain on his face for a while, Feng Xingyun felt aggrieved and retorted: "Father, why haven't I practiced any more? My child has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Zhen Gang Realm after all!"
"Hmph, you still have the nerve to say, how did you get this level of cultivation? I am not your father, I have found all kinds of miraculous medicines for you."
Feng Wuji said with a look of resentment: "But what about you, you have been obsessed with Wenrou Township all day long, how much strength can you use with your cultivation? I'm afraid you can't beat any warrior who has just entered the True Gang Realm."
"I……"
Feng Xingyun opened his mouth to say something, but Feng Wuji glared at him, and immediately he did not dare to say more and remained silent.
Even though he bullied men and women and was domineering outside, he was as obedient as a cat in front of Feng Wuji.
Seeing his son's submissive appearance, Feng Wuji became even more angry and asked coldly: "Have those people settled down?"
Feng Xingyun said quickly: "Father, don't worry, everything has been arranged for the child. However, there are still three people missing the fifteen martial arts places. Do we have to find someone else in the house?"
"I have my own arrangements for this. You can go down."
Feng Wuji waved his hand and said sternly: "By the way, you and I will stay in the house and practice hard these days."
"Yes, father."
Feng Xingyun nodded heavily and exited the study as if he was running away.
Feng Wuji waited for Feng Xingyun to leave, then stood up and asked towards the dark place not far away: "Sir, are you really willing to help my Feng family?"
Whoosh!
Silently, an old man appeared in the darkness, and said with a serious smile: "Gaga, I said I would help you, and I will help you naturally. Why, the Lord of Feng City still can't trust me yet?"
The old man was dressed in black robes, short in stature, with white hair, and wore a silver metal mask on his face. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he only revealed a pair of cold eyes like poisonous snakes, which made people shudder.
Feng Wuji was not in a hurry to answer, but looked at the old man in black robe with deep vigilance and fear in his eyes.
The reason is very simple. Although the old man in black robe appears to be at the peak of the Vientiane Realm, his strength is very terrifying. A few days ago, he avoided all the secret sentries in the city lord's palace and appeared in Feng Wuji's study like a ghost.
At that time, Feng Wuji's cultivation was comparable to that of the old man in black robes, and he even fought against him, but he was completely defeated after only three moves. However, the strange thing was that the opponent did not take advantage of the victory to attack, but offered to help him from the Feng family.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Wuji suddenly asked: "What price will my Feng family have to pay?"
There is no such thing as a free lunch, so Feng Wuji didn't think that the old man in black robe would help him retain the throne of the city lord for no reason.
"The price is very simple. I want half of the Feng family's interests in the City of Chaos from now on."
The laughter of the old man in black robe was extremely harsh, as if it came from the devil's abyss of hell.
"What, half!"
Feng Wuji turned pale with shock, with anger hidden on his face.
"Not bad, half."
The old man in black robe refused to give in and continued: "Don't be angry yet. Not only will I help you regain the throne of the city lord this time, but after the martial arts competition is over, I will help your Feng family control the entire chaotic city in one fell swoop."
"This, do you really mean what you said?"
Feng Wuji's body trembled.
"Of course, I keep my word."
The old man in black robes spoke with great confidence, as if nothing in the world could trouble him.
Feng Wuji frowned and said: "There are many forces in the City of Chaos. Not to mention those small forces, the four major forces of the Leng family, the Yuan family, the Black Tiger Gang, and the Zhantian Alliance are not fuel-efficient lamps."
After saying that, the topic changed: "Besides, there are three religions and nine schools in the city of chaos. There is a mixture of good and bad. Who knows if there are any masters hidden in the city."
"Of course I know all this, but since I want to help you control the city of chaos, I naturally have the strength to deal with all the forces in the city and the masters hiding in the dark."
The old man in black robe said slowly.
"Can your Excellency handle it alone?" Feng Wuji said in shock.
The old man in black robe shook his head and said with a smile: "Hey, I'm just a messenger. What really helps you control the city of chaos is the power behind me."
"Power, what power?"
Feng Wuji asked.
Until now, he had no idea about the origin of the old man in black robes. He only knew that this man was powerful, had ghostly movements, and could appear and disappear.
The old man in black robe heard Feng Wuji's words and his voice was extremely cold and stern: "Feng Wuji, you are asking too much."
Feeling the cold aura emanating from the old man in black robes, Feng Wuji suffocated and said hurriedly: "Uh, sorry, I'm just very curious."
The old man in black robe did not pursue further, and waved his hand and said: "Okay, I will send three people here tomorrow. You arrange for them to participate in this martial arts competition. I think they will definitely help your Feng family win the martial arts competition championship."
"Thank you very much."
"No need to thank you, we just get what we need."
After the old man in black robe finished speaking, his figure turned into a wisp of black light and flew out of the window, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
In the study, Feng Wuji watched the old man in black robe disappear like a ghost and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said: "No matter what, first win the championship of this martial arts tournament and keep the position of city lord."
To become the lord of the City of Chaos, one must not only have great strength, but also have brains. Feng Wuji is cunning and cunning. He knows that the old man in black robe has a mysterious origin, and the forces behind him may have great intentions.
I just know that his skills are not as good as others, and all he can do now is to take one step at a time and wait and see what happens.
…
The next day, not long after Tang Mang and Tang Wanqing had breakfast, Wang Chen and Luo Xinglie came to visit.
In a quiet courtyard, in the attic hall, Wang Chen said to Tang Mang: "Brother Yang, there is a large-scale auction held in Duobao Building today. It is said that there will be many strange and weird gadgets. How about we go and take a look?"
When Tang Mang heard this, he looked at Tang Wanqing who was standing aside.
Tang Wanqing took a sip of tea and said, "Go ahead. It's good to gain some experience, but remember to be careful in everything."
"I know."
Tang Mang nodded and left the residence with Wang Chen and Luo Xinglie.
As they walked along, Tang Mang asked, "Brother Wang, Brother Luo, what kind of power is this Duobao Tower?"