Something's definitely not right!

For a prominent family like the Yang Family Women Generals, if they came here, they would be considered VIPs and would almost certainly stay in their family mansion.

It's not that Fang Zong is exaggerating his own worth; it's that he already has such a high worth!

Although the current treatment is high, it is clearly not up to the standard. Moreover, Fang Zong felt that there was something out of place as he stared at Yang Yuying's shapely back and buttocks.

He discovered——————

Yang Yuying has injuries!

Despite walking freely and having a proper smile, the injuries on her body are far more than just a few broken ribs!

Fang Zong smiled and squinted as he took a seat at the Perpetual Restaurant.

Huge glass windows, tranquil music, and polite waiters coming and going.

Dongpo pork, West Lake fish in vinegar sauce, stir-fried beef with green peppers, Splendid China...

It wasn't some fancy but impractical dish; it was all food that Fang Zong liked to eat. Clearly, the effort and intelligence gathering behind preparing such a large table of food must have cost at least ten times the price of the dishes.

"Sister Yuying, you're so kind," Fang Zong said with a smile.

Yang Yuying didn't hide anything and said generously, "I called a lot of people, even Sofia from India. When she heard it was for you to eat, she provided a lot of menus, so I didn't have to spend too much time thinking. It was choosing the location that took me a lot of effort."

Fang Zong asked in surprise, "Location?"

"That's right. I was supposed to host you at home, but I put you outside and didn't tell you, so don't make wild guesses."

Yang Yuying spoke frankly, clearly stating that there were family matters, but she wanted to resolve them herself and didn't need Fang Zong's interference. "Later, we thought of the Jade Garden restaurant at the Peninsula Hotel, but it was too far from the family's territory, so we gave up on that. Then we considered the Deer Paradise Japanese restaurant in the loft of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, but unfortunately, we had a fight a while ago and accidentally smashed up their hotel. We were worried that they might spit in the food."

Fang Zong laughed: "They're a professional hotel."

"One should not have the heart to harm others, but one should not be without the heart to guard against others, as our ancestors said."

Yang Yuying accompanied Fang Zong to dinner, and during their casual conversation, they also discussed serious matters. Because Lin Qiaoyu's whereabouts were uncertain, they, as local bullies, needed time to find out where Lin Qiaoyu was hiding.

Listen to how you say that, it's too polite, you feel right at home.

Fang Zong arrived at noon. In the evening, Yang Yuying must have had family matters to attend to, so she sent three young men to accompany him.

It was still the same big table of dishes, but with different varieties, and no two dishes were the same.

Fang Zong sat in a corner of the Bai Cui Restaurant, his gaze passing over the floor-to-ceiling windows as he contemplated the modern city.

The dazzling neon lights flashed, making the entire island even more radiant and colorful.

Three young people: one fat man with a round face, and two thin men with refined features.

As expected of the women generals of the Yang family, they have well-proportioned features and bright, piercing eyes. You can tell at a glance that they are all extraordinary young people.

Many people passing by recognized the three young men and looked over in surprise.

They were surprised that this young man in formal attire commanded such respect from the three pillars of the Yang family.

"Junior Uncle, I am the eighteenth in line, you can just call me Little Eighteen."

The fat man poured wine for Fang Zong.

The exquisite wine glass was brought to Fang Zong's lips, but he didn't take it. He glanced at Yang Shiba with a smile, and then at the other two young men.

“You’re all too young,” Fang Zong laughed, shaking his head. “You all wear your little thoughts on your sleeves.”

Upon hearing this, the three young men all gave wry smiles.

In terms of age, Fang Zong might not be older than them, but in terms of seniority, well, it's normal for our junior uncle to speak in a slightly old-fashioned manner, and they have to accept it.

They all stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Junior Uncle is right."

Fang Zong then took the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "There are some things in your family that Sister Yuying doesn't want me to get involved in, so I won't ask. But if a young man wants to chat with me, I can't be so heartless as to not listen to a word he says, can I?"

"Junior Uncle!" The three young men looked up in surprise.

Among them, Yang Shiba was the oldest. He quickly offered Fang Zong wine and leaned over to say, "Junior Uncle, you don't know, the Fangshi Association is going too far!"

"Continue," Fang Zong said, lighting a cigarette as he listened.

Yang Shiba said angrily, "Reporting to Junior Uncle, the Ghost Killing Team also has a branch in Taiwan, but it is autonomous. According to the higher-ups, since Aunt is the head of the Yang family and has made contributions to the country, she will be the head of this branch. The old Taoist Murong from the Fangshi Association will be the deputy head of the branch to assist Aunt in handling matters."

My aunt had said before that the women generals of the Yang family weren't skilled at dealing with ghosts; she was just nominally in charge, as instructed by her superiors, and the old Taoist priest handled everything. Things were going quite well, but…”

"But the saying 'Human nature is fickle, and desire for gain corrupts the heart' is both right and wrong."

Fang Zong interrupted Yang Shiba.

Yang Shiba and the other two nodded slightly.

Fang Zong then asked, "But even if greed corrupts people's hearts, and they are all members of the Ghost-Slaying Team, the old Taoist wouldn't dare to lay a hand on Sister Yuying, would he?"

"This..." Yang Shiba and the others looked at each other and fell silent.

Fang Zongyi said sternly, "Speak!"

"Well... fine, I'll tell you!"

Yang Shiba looked like he'd kill someone if he said it. He puffed out his chest, then deflated again, and said listlessly, "Your spirit, Lin Qiaoyu, entered Dongcheng Mountain. There are seven or eight sects of the Fangshi Association there; it's their territory. Your aunt wanted to go in to help you find the ghost, but Old Daoist Murong accused her of trespassing and beat her up. If it weren't for the fact that the women of the Yang family are skilled in battlefield combat and have practiced fighting outnumbered, your aunt would have really died there!"

Junior Uncle, please don't sell us out! Aunt forbids us from speaking out; she'll beat us to death!

"It's nothing." Fang Zong raised his finger slightly, thought for a moment, and then he knew why Lin Qiaoyu had left without saying goodbye.

Lin Qiaoyu was a disciple of the Su family of Dongcheng Mountain during her lifetime. She practiced swordsmanship for twenty years and internal energy cultivation for nine years. It was perfectly normal for her to return to her hometown, where she had lived for more than twenty years, to take a look.

As for Yang Yuying concealing this news, upon closer examination, it was probably just the pride of a daughter of a military family at play.

Yang Yuying can ask me to take care of the younger generation, but she won't use Lin Qiaoyu's matter to get me to deal with the Taoist Association of Taiwan.

According to the records of the Eastern Kingdom, the female generals of the Yang family were fierce and unyielding for hundreds of years, and they never engaged in any schemes to kill others with borrowed knives!

Just as Fang Zong was pondering carefully, an extremely grating laugh came from the side.

"Oh, aren't these the Yang family's gigolos? What, your patriarch got injured, so you're trying to suck up to someone else?"

Fang Zong frowned, but did not turn his head. He slightly raised his eyes to sized up the person who had spoken sarcastically.

At a table some distance away, a dozen or so people were looking at this side with utter disdain.

The leader was dressed in a Taoist robe. He looked young and energetic, and his aura of energy was not concealed at all.

A mere... third level of the Dharma.