Seeing Ermin and the others' behavior, I turned to Brother Wen and said, "Brother Wen, you used to be in the army, do you have any trustworthy people you could recommend?"
You saw how Ermin and the others behaved; after all, they're just gang members.
"It won't work when it comes to actually using guns. It's good to have a few people who can help in critical moments."
Weng Ge just smiled and nodded, so I stopped paying attention to it.
In the following days, I noticed that two people were watching me.
A man and a woman, both at the second level of the Innate Realm, kept circling around me; their techniques were quite sophisticated.
Neither Wen Ge nor Kuroki noticed, but they couldn't hide it from me.
The gunfight between Ermin and his group has continued to escalate over the past few days, and the police have been investigating.
However, Ermin and his gang were quite adept at their methods, and the police were unable to uncover any clues.
But I wanted to go to Elder Fu and the others to apologize, so I deliberately didn't bring anyone with me; I just wanted to fish for them.
Because going to Fu Lao's house is more remote, it would be easier to carry out the operation there. I gave Wen Ge some instructions before leaving.
I told him to stay here and keep a low profile, I need to go and deal with the Zuo family's problems.
Wen Ge was a little worried about me and wanted to come with me, but I didn't feel comfortable leaving the rest of the group without him keeping an eye on them.
Wen thought about it and agreed; since the others weren't entirely reliable, he nodded in agreement.
They didn't even bring a driver, and they just picked the most dilapidated car to set off.
I bought some fruit, cigarettes, and alcohol on the way there, and then went to...
We arrived at Old Fu's house again. Last time I came, they wouldn't even let me in the door. This time it was much better; they let me in after only a short wait.
Old Master Fu was a very dignified old man, with scars on his face and neck, and a very robust build.
After seeing me, it didn't say anything for a long time, just staring at me with its deep gaze.
I didn't care about saving face; I immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Hello, Grandpa Fu."
The old man was taken aback by my name. He knew me; I was someone who led dozens of men in the underworld.
To put it nicely, it's a young prodigy; to put it bluntly, it's a petty person who has achieved success.
Master Fu thought I would become arrogant and complacent, so he deliberately made things difficult for me last time to curb my arrogance.
But now, when they see me, they kneel down and bow deeply, calling me "Grandpa" repeatedly, which makes me feel quite comfortable.
The persona I project to the outside world is that of a little genius from a humble background.
It's not shameful to bow your head at crucial moments. If you're truly dissatisfied,
They can just use a different alias to retaliate; there's no need to confront him directly or fawn over Elder Fu.
The old man was very pleased with himself, and taking advantage of his good mood, he confessed to Old Fu about the gunfight that had taken place a few days earlier.
I deliberately exaggerated the situation to make myself seem more aggrieved, and then I acted all cute and charming with the old man.
Fortunately, I'm only eleven now, so it doesn't feel out of place at all.
Given the old man's status, he could easily find out what happened with just a little inquiry.
But now, it's like a child who's been wronged outside and comes home to complain, so they exaggerate the whole thing.
Grandpa Fu understood, but he still appreciated it, since I had done a pretty good job of flattering him.
While sipping his tea, Old Fu watched me putting on my best attempt at being cute.
Several nannies and housekeepers were also present, all secretly smiling. Old Master Fu was also very pleased.
I will not become arrogant just because I have gained some power.
Elder Fu had seen heirs raised by prominent families before, let alone an eleven-year-old second-realm innate martial artist.
The youngest cultivator I've ever recorded was sixteen years old when he reached the second level of the Innate Realm.
Which of these kinds of people doesn't constantly chant, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never underestimate a young person's potential"?
Anyone who gives them a hard time is accused of being jealous of their talent and looking down on everyone else.
Even those with good personalities tend to think others are inferior to them, and that their kindness is merely charity bestowed by the strong.
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