Hearing him keep calling him a pretty boy, Zhang Debiao was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He smacked Zhao Wanqing on the head and said, "What pretty boy? What are you yelling about?"
Zhang Debiao reprimanded Zhao Wanqing, but didn't forget to turn back and give Xuan Yuanzhan a fawning smile: "Third brother, don't mind him, your second brother has no ill intentions towards you."
Hearing Zhang Debiao's fawning and ingratiating manner towards the boy who killed the third brother, Zhao Wanqing was utterly disgusted: "Third brother? He doesn't even deserve to be called... um..."
Before Zhao Wanqing could finish his angry words, Zhang Debiao covered his mouth.
Zhang Debiao stopped Zhao Wanqing from speaking, fearing that what he said might be too harsh and upset Xuan Yuanzhan, and gave Xuan Yuanzhan an apologetic dry laugh.
Xuanyuan Zhan didn't care. He smiled casually, stepped onto the wooden steps, and sat down on the tiger-skin stool.
He had a face as handsome as a god, exuding an air of nobility like a prince or emperor from some country, yet at this moment, as he leaned half-reclined on the tiger-skin stool with an air of wickedness, it didn't seem out of place at all.
Zhao Wanqing and Zhang Debiao were stunned to see Xuanyuan Zhan sitting in the tiger-skin seat that only their boss could sit in.
Zhao Wanqing opened his mouth in surprise, wanting to speak, but Zhang Debiao covered his mouth, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Zhang Debiao dared not speak or express any opinion.
Xuanyuan Zhan picked up a teacup from the small table next to him, seemingly wanting to drink tea, but looking at the dark teacup, he hesitated to take a sip.
Upon seeing this, Ye Yun hurriedly stepped forward to serve, took out his prince's special white porcelain teacup from the small cloth bag at his waist, poured a cup of tea from the teapot on the table, and presented it to Xuan Yuanzhan.
Xuanyuan Zhan took a sip of tea. He couldn't really taste the coarse tea, but it did quench his thirst.
Seeing Xuan Yuanzhan so relaxed, as if he were at home, Zhao Wanqing was even more furious. He pulled Zhang Debiao's hand away and said angrily, "Brother, look at him! He completely disregards you and me! He even dared to sit in your seat. What does he want to do?"
Even if he's the third brother, he's still the third oldest. How can he sit in the eldest brother's position?
That's outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
Xuan Yuanzhan wasn't angry with Zhao Wanqing, but Ye Yun gave Zhao Wanqing and the others a disdainful look.
What location is this?
It's just a tiger-skin stool; why can't their prince sit on it?
Their prince is capable of sitting on the throne of Eastern Chu! Perhaps the throne will belong to their prince in the future. What kind of chair can't their prince sit on? Why are you making such a fuss!
Zhang Debiao hadn't expected Xuan Yuanzhan to sit on his tiger-skin stool, but he didn't dare to get angry, nor did he dare to let Zhao Wanqing talk nonsense, so he pulled Zhao Wanqing to the side.
Zhao Wanqing refused to leave, shaking off Zhang Debiao's hand: "Brother, are you going to take care of this guy or not? Does our Silver Tiger Stronghold have no rules left?"
"What do you mean, 'manage'? Can I even manage it?" Seeing Zhao Wanqing stubborn as a mule, Zhang Debiao quickly leaned closer to him and whispered, "Don't make a fuss, let me tell you something."
Zhao Wanqing frowned and stared at him.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Zhang Debiao briefly recounted what had just happened in Beian City: "This kid's martial arts skills are unfathomable. With him involved, our big business will definitely be twice as successful with half the effort!"
When Zhao Wanqing heard that Zhang Debiao hadn't even lasted ten moves against Xuan Yuanzhan, he was stunned: "Is he really that good?"
Zhang Debiao nodded with certainty: "Extremely powerful. I reckon even the White Eagle of Liuying Village wouldn't be a match for him."
Zhao Wanqing was stunned again, thinking about how the third brother had his throat slit with a single stroke, the eldest brother couldn't last ten moves against him, and the other bandits were slaughtered like vegetables. Then, thinking about how he had just called them "pretty boy," Zhao Wanqing's forehead began to break out in a cold sweat.
"Ahem~" Zhao Wanqing coughed nervously: "Since he's so powerful, why would he be willing to come to our Silver Tiger Stronghold?"
Why would someone this capable become a bandit?
Zhao Wanqing didn't disbelieve in Xuan Yuanzhan's abilities; after all, his boss wouldn't lie like that just to keep him around. But he always felt that this man's demeanor and bearing were nothing like a bandit; he seemed more like a nobleman!
Zhang Debiao was just about to talk to him about this: "I invited him to participate in our big business, and his condition is that we get half of it."
"Half!" Zhao Wanqing exclaimed again in surprise, "How can he take half? We only got so much ourselves!"
Zhang Debiao quickly patted him, signaling him to speak softly: "It's half of what we got, not half of everything."
Zhao Wanqing frowned: "Even half of our share won't do. We don't get much to begin with, so if we give him half, we'll get even less. We can get just as much without him, but with him we'll get half less. That's not worth it!"
No matter how you look at it, Silver Tiger Stronghold is losing money on this deal. What is the boss thinking?
Seeing him start shouting again, Zhang Debiao was extremely anxious. He glared at him and said, "What do you know? If our Silver Tiger Stronghold has contributed a lot to this big deal, then naturally we won't just get two or three percent. With this kid, we can negotiate anything with them."
As Zhang Debiao spoke, he gave Zhao Wanqing a knowing look, and Zhao Wanqing instantly understood what Zhang Debiao meant and stopped shouting.
To be honest, if this kid is really a master whose martial arts are even better than White Eagle's, then we can definitely talk about anything!
So Zhao Wanqing reluctantly accepted Xuan Yuanzhan's suggestion: "Then we won't avenge the third brother."
Seeing that he brought it up again, Zhang Debiao glared at him: "What's the point of reporting? Big business is the important thing."
Then Zhang Debiao warned him again: "Don't be foolish and forget about our old third brother. Now Su Zhan is our third brother."
Su Zhan?
Zhao Wanqing's eye twitched. What kind of name is this? It doesn't sound like a bandit's name at all!
Zhang Debiao then pulled Zhao Wanqing toward Xuan Yuanzhan and said, "Third brother, I've already spoken with your second brother. From now on, you'll be the third leader of our Silver Tiger Stronghold."
"Third brother," Zhao Wanqing called out to Xuan Yuanzhan with difficulty.
Xuanyuan Zhan, however, showed no intention of calling them.
Zhao Wanqing's face immediately darkened.
"The boss."
Just as the three were talking, the bandits of Silver Tiger Stronghold gathered in the main hall.
Everyone was stunned to see Xuanyuan Zhan sitting on the tiger-skin chair.
"What's going on? Who is this person?"
"It seems to be someone the leader brought back."
"How dare he sit on the general's tiger-skin stool!"
"Yes, even the second and third leaders don't dare to sit on that stool, how could he dare!"
"What exactly is his identity? The top leader and the second-in-command are both standing, but he dares to sit, and he even sat on the top leader's tiger-skin stool."
Just as everyone was speculating about Xuan Yuanzhan's identity, Zhang Debiao raised his hand and said, "Everyone, please be quiet. Let me introduce you. This is our newly appointed third leader of Silver Tiger Stronghold, Su Zhan."
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