"Acting on impulse, Zhao Jing, when will you ever grow up?" Zhao Tianfu said, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Zhao Jing disregarded etiquette.

He tilted his head back and said, "Growing up? What does it mean to grow up? Does it mean to give away your own daughter? Does it mean to do nothing while watching your own sister being violated?"

"If this is what you mean by growing up, then I would rather never grow up in this lifetime."

When Zhao Jing finished speaking, he was quite agitated, his face flushed with anger, and he didn't even consider that the person in front of him was his father.

These words left Zhao Tianfu speechless.

A long silence followed, and in the deathly stillness, no one dared to speak.

Zhao Jing, like a stubborn little donkey, protected his younger sister. He held his head high, his eyes red, and in terms of imposing manner, he was in no way inferior to the experienced Zhao Tianfu.

Zhao Tianfu stared at Zhao Jing for a while, and suddenly realized that he still didn't care enough about this child.

In particular, he never expected that the child would be so sentimental.

Normally, it's a good thing if this child doesn't stutter or stammer when he sees him, let alone speak to him like this, head held high and aggressive.

If this move hadn't involved the support of the divine realm, he really would have listened to this kid.

He couldn't bear to give away his beautiful daughter.

As a father, how could he not wish for his daughter to be happy and fulfilled?

How could someone who has been pampered since childhood suddenly stop being pampered?

He had already thoroughly investigated Wu Ming's character, so he was willing to spend a fortune, even emptying his own coffers, to benefit him.

But he never expected that Wu Ming would be so insatiable, wanting both money and people, it was simply a case of a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

Faced with Wu Ming's greed, and for the sake of this boy who would argue with him over his sister in the future, and for the day when the Four Seas Pavilion could surpass the Sword God Hall and shed its reputation as the eternal runner-up, some sacrifices had to be made.

Thinking of this, Zhao Tianfu silently said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Immediately, a large hand swept out a surge of immense spiritual power.

Then, Zhao Dong'er, who was behind Zhao Jing, felt a blur before her eyes, and then she inexplicably appeared behind Zhao Tianfu.

"Zhao Tianfu, how dare you!"

Zhao Jing roared, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

But at this moment, he was unable to move.

The next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"This is the first time you've called me by my name, but I'm not angry. On the contrary, I'm happy."

Looking at the child lying on the ground, Zhao Tianfu felt a pang of sadness.

When he turned to look at Zhao Dong'er, she was already pale. Looking at Zhao Tianfu, she lowered her head even further and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Brother was just in a hurry and offended Father. I hope Father will forgive Brother this time because of his young age."

Seeing his daughter like this, Zhao Tianfu felt extremely heartbroken.

He felt that the relationship between him and his daughter had suddenly become much more distant.

Yuelai Inn

Private room

As evening approached, the sky grew increasingly gloomy, and a cold wind blew outside, making the windowpanes rattle loudly.

It's like there's a man-eating beast.

Wu Ming sat by the window. Although the window was closed, the cold wind still seeped in through the cracks, blowing on his forehead, feeling icy cold, like being pricked with needles.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting before he slowly got up, stretched his stiff limbs, and realized that it was almost time.

He glanced outside the door, and seeing that no one was around, he closed the door.

The private rooms at Yuelai Inn are very large and spacious, roughly the size of a courtyard, with several rooms, and he is currently staying in the largest one of them.

"It seems that the Four Seas Pavilion can forget about finding a position of leadership."

Wu Ming grinned and walked to the bed.

The pristine white sheets were stained with blood, and clothes, even a girl's underwear, were carelessly tossed about, especially the bottom piece, which was covered in blood.

On the bed, a naked woman lay tightly.

His face was pale.

Her delicate, childlike skin was covered with purplish marks, and in some places, it had already bled.

At that moment, the woman was on her last breath.

Upon seeing the woman, Wu Ming revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

He immediately stripped off his clothes, straddled the woman, and squeezed the last bit of air out of her abdomen. The woman was too weak to struggle and could only watch helplessly as she was being ravaged.

As she breathed her last, the woman stopped breathing.

Wu Ming's body, especially his lower body, was covered in blood.

He showed a strong interest in this from a young age, and after experiencing it for the first time when he was a few years old, he could never give it up.

Because of his status, he was never short of beautiful women, nor was he short of women offering themselves to him.

Those who wanted to curry favor with his father, in particular, sought his help, and he accepted whatever came their way.

After only a few years, he got tired of it and lost interest in sex.

But later, after he came up with a new way to play, he gradually became interested, and even now, one or two decades later, he still talks about it with relish and enjoys it.

But the number of women who fell victim to his clutches was in the tens of thousands.

"Drag it away."

After finishing, Wu Ming didn't even give a glance, got up and left. In the hall, there was a hot bathtub, and he comfortably lay down in it. Then two beautiful maids came in.

The two maids were already used to it and wiped the blood off Wu Ming's body without changing their expressions.

However, Wu Ming looked at the two maids with no desire whatsoever, as if he were looking at family members.

"Azure Phoenix, Red Phoenix, is there any movement from the Four Seas Pavilion?"

Qingluan was a woman who liked blue clothes; she was dressed entirely in blue. She spoke softly and quietly and blushed easily.

Qingluan said softly, "Zhao Tianfu and Zhao Jing had a fight, apparently because of Zhao Dong'er. I reckon they probably won't be able to come."

After Qingluan finished speaking, she looked at Hongluan, who grinned and exuded the air of a heroine.

As she bent down to wipe Wu Ming, especially the areas that were not easily noticeable, she said softly, "I think that with Zhao Tianfu's character, he's willing to do anything to achieve his goals, and he might already be on his way."

Neither of them would give in to the other.

Then all eyes fell on Wu Ming, who was lying comfortably in the bathtub with his eyes closed. Wu Ming opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "How about you guys make a bet?"

“Okay,” Qingluan said.

Hongluan smiled and asked, "What are we betting on?"

"Let's bet..."

Wu Ming thought for a moment, then a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his lips. "After I'm done playing, whoever wins gets to keep her."