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Jiang Guanchao frowned, his expression indescribable. “Did your father ask you to come?”

Wei Ting said, “It was my own idea.”

But… what kind of expression was that?

Jiang Guanchao’s domineering gaze was like what one would give an ant. “Do you think I won’t dare to kill you like this?”

Wei Ting paused. “Uncle Jiang doesn’t lack sons. Do you lack disciples? If Uncle Jiang refuses to accept me, I have three sons. Uncle Jiang can choose!”

Ling Yun’s eyes were sharp. Wei Ting, do you have any integrity?!

Jiang Guanchao stood up from the bed. His long black hair fell, modifying his wide black robe.

He was burly and stood tall. His every move was filled with a domineering killing intent.

He walked towards Wei Ting with a dark expression.

Ling Yun walked in. “Alliance Master Jiang, I wanted to come. I’m the one discussing with you today.”

When Steward Chang saw him, his trembling body could finally move.

He pounced over. “Young Palace Lord!”

Ling Yun nodded at him.

Jiang Guanchao glanced at Ling Yun. “After I kill this kid, it’ll be your turn soon. There’s no need to be so anxious.”

Ling Yun took out the City Lord Seal and said in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing, “Alliance Master Jiang, seeing the City Lord Seal is like seeing the City Lord.”

Jiang Guanchao’s expression changed slightly.

He looked deeply at Ling Yun and his gaze landed on his face that was 50% similar to Xiahou Qing’s. “You want to scare me with just a City Lord Seal? You might have looked down on me too much! Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re up to. If you want to use me to snatch the City Lord position for you, you can dream on in your next life! I don’t want to get involved in the internal strife of your Xiahou family!”

Wei Ting pointed at Cang Lang’s corpse on the ground and said, “Hey, Xiahou Yi’s assassin has already arrived in front of you. Do you still think it’s an internal strife between him and my brother? Xiahou Yi has long wanted to take the Assassin Alliance for himself!”

Jiang Guanchao said, “I’ll take revenge for the Assassin Alliance myself. You trespassed time and time again and broke the rules of my Assassin Alliance. I definitely can’t let you off easily!”

Wei Ting hurriedly said, “I heard that the Assassin Alliance respects the strong, so I challenge you! If I defeat you, the matter of trespassing will be written off!”

Jiang Guanchao said disdainfully, “You?”

Wei Ting said provocatively, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of my father and don’t even dare to accept his son’s challenge?”

“Goading me on? Not bad,” Jiang Guanchao said casually. “Take three palm strikes from me. If you can still stand up after three palm strikes, I’ll let bygones be bygones for you trespassing into the Assassin Alliance!”

Wei Ting took a step back with his right foot and made a posture to receive the attack. “A gentleman keeps his word!”

Ling Yun frowned at Wei Ting. “You’re crazy! You can’t even withstand Qi Yao’s palm, and you still want to withstand his master’s move!”

Wei Ting looked at Jiang Guanchao with a burning gaze. “Steward Chang.”

Steward Chang was stunned. “Huh?”

Wei Ting was still staring at Jiang Guanchao, but he said to Steward Chang, “Take my brother to the side. I don’t wish to accidentally injure you.”

“Ah, hey! Okay!”

Steward Chang hurriedly pulled Ling Yun to the back of the corridor pillar.

From here, they could see the two of them fighting without being affected.

Jiang Guanchao said, “I’m going to attack.”

Wei Ting smiled annoyingly. “Uncle Jiang, don’t show mercy!”

Jiang Guanchao snorted coldly and slapped Wei Ting heavily.

Wei Ting did not dodge and took the attack head-on.

As expected, he was sent flying like a sack and smashed into the shiny floor in a sorry state. He was only half a step away from the threshold.

He bent his body and spat out a large pool of blood!

Steward Chang’s heart tightened. “Second Young Master Yun…”

Ling Yun frowned.

What was this kid doing?

Did he have to work so hard?

His urge to play tricks just now suddenly disappeared. Instead, he deliberately angered Jiang Guanchao.

Was his brain damaged by Qi Yao’s palm strike?

Jiang Guanchao looked at Wei Ting, who was lying on the ground and unable to move for a long time, and said coldly, “Wei Xu’s son is nothing much!”

Steward Chang looked confused.

What did Alliance Master Jiang say just now?

Whose son?

He must have heard wrongly!

Wei Ting’s fingertips moved as he slowly raised his head. As he tried his best to stand up, he smiled at Jiang Guanchao. “I called you Uncle Jiang just now, but Uncle Jiang didn’t refute. Did you acknowledge me as your nephew?”

Jiang Guanchao’s eyes suddenly turned cold. “If you have a death wish, I’ll slap you again!”

This was a stronger palm than before.