Judging from my demeanor, Young Master Zhang knew I was in for a rough time; after all, he was the one who came to beg me.
Now I'm not responding, and I keep changing the subject, which is making Young Master Zhang feel disheartened.
He was unaware that his Master Ding had already passed away, and he was even preparing to negotiate with me to see if I could let them off the hook.
Young Master Zhang calmly took a sip of tea before speaking, "I am a few years older than you, so I presume to address you as 'brother'. I'm currently facing some difficulties and would like to ask for your help."
Looking at the young master Zhang who was taking advantage of me, I could only sigh helplessly. After all, at my age, I was definitely at a disadvantage.
I didn't care about his little tricks and said straightforwardly, "It's okay, Brother Zhang is older than me. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do whatever I can to help."
Anyone can say polite things; you can tell from his attitude towards me before and after. What he's asking of me isn't trivial. This time, Young Master Zhang didn't beat around the bush.
He readily agreed and said, "One of my guards couldn't be contacted while he was doing something for someone else. I thought my brother was a local bigwig in Fengtian Prefecture..."
"I know a lot of people and have many connections. Could you help me find someone so my brother won't work for nothing? I'll reward you handsomely, whether there's any news or not."
I watched as he continued calling me "little brother," clearly not satisfied with taking advantage of me. But the matter wasn't difficult.
I was just looking for someone, I really didn't expect him to be talking about a grandmaster, and his head was still in the private room and I hadn't had time to deal with it yet.
I said with great interest, "Do you have any photos or anything? Otherwise, I wouldn't recognize you."
At this point, Young Master Zhang was quite perplexed. After all, unlike in our previous life, mobile phones nowadays have camera functions, making it easy to take a picture.
Nowadays, we do have cameras, but photos still need to be developed; very few people carry other people's photos with them.
Seeing Zhang's embarrassed state, I realized I had asked a bit too much.
The conversation then shifted to a different topic: "What's his name? How old is he? How tall is he? What clothes is he wearing? What are his distinctive physical features? What's his skill level?"
Speaking of this, Young Master Zhang gestured to his secretary behind him, indicating that she should speak: "Master's name is Ding Jianchang, he is sixty-seven years old, about eight feet tall, and when he left, he was wearing a dark blue embroidered Tang suit. He liked to carry a pair of iron clappers, was somewhat bald, and had a goatee. He was a grandmaster."
As she spoke, Crow and Old Mo frowned, then silently looked at the box beside them. Everything she said matched up perfectly; they were looking for the person whose head was inside the box.
So the two of them looked very strange, but Young Master Zhang noticed this strangeness and realized that they had been recognized. You sent people to beat them up, but now it's obvious you didn't win, and you're still coming to their door looking for them.
For someone as proud and arrogant as him, it was somewhat uncomfortable, but even at this point, he didn't think anything would happen to Master Ding.
That's how it is. If a Grandmaster wants to escape, he can only do so if he's surrounded or a Martial Saint of the Fifth Realm intervenes.
Otherwise, it would be easy to run away, and even if a conflict broke out, it would be quite a big commotion.
However, no major battle between the four regions has broken out in Fengtian Prefecture so far.
So he always thought that Master Ding had been beaten up and was hiding while being chased, which is why he came to me hoping that I would be lenient and let Master Ding go.
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