If it wasn't broad daylight, Yu Xiaohan would really suspect that the man in black in front of him was not a human. Yu Xiaohan felt a cold aura from this man in black.
"I'm a divine messenger, from the Shangqing Palace," the man in black said coldly, then sat down on a chair in front of the desk. His voice was unexpectedly clear, not the hoarseness Yu Xiaohan had imagined. He was stunned. Just listening to the man's voice, it was hard to associate him with the word "bad guy."
"Emissary of God?" Yu Xiaohan felt his brain was running out of ideas. Are there really gods in this world? Or is this person just flattering himself? That title is quite...
No! Perhaps there really are gods in this world. Otherwise, how can we explain the power of Xiaoyu's cousin Zhou Yuanyuan? Yu Xiaohan admired himself very much. In such a situation, he still had time to indulge in random thoughts.
"Yes." The man in black nodded, looking a little aloof.
"Uncle, can you set a fire? It'll go up in a flash." Zhao Yu asked curiously, half of her head popping out from behind Yu Xiaohan. Zhao Yu had secretly seen Zhou Yuanyuan setting a fire. In front of Zhao Qingshan, she just stretched out her hand, and flames burst out from her fingers, working better than a lighter. Later, Zhou Yuanyuan lied to Zhao Yu that it was a magic trick. Zhao Yu was skeptical, but he took "the ability to set a fire" as a sign of his strength.
"No." The man in black shook his head. He thought Zhao Yu meant spitting fire from his mouth. He wasn't a juggler, was he?
"No? Then... can you exhale white air?" Zhao Yu's eyes lit up when he remembered secretly seeing two streams of white air coming out of his grandfather's nostrils while he was practicing in the middle of the night. Zhao Yu pestered Zhao Qingshan to teach him martial arts, but unfortunately, Zhao Yu's aptitude was not good. Zhao Qingshan was afraid that his son would fail to achieve either martial arts or literature, so he refused.
Little Zhao Yu had no sense of danger at all. At Yu's house, anyone who could enter and leave Yu Xiaohan's study was Yu Xiaohan's friend. Zhao Yu even thought the man in black was also his grandfather's friend!
"No." The man in black shook his head again. He was certain that the child in front of him had a lot of strange things in his head. But it was no wonder, didn't the children of rich families like to eat, drink and have fun?
Zhao Yu was silent now. He lowered his head and remained silent, inwardly despising the man in black: "Look at the cool expression on the man's face when he spoke, he thought he was very powerful. How come he can't do anything? He's not even as good as my grandfather and cousin Yuanyuan!"
Inexplicably, the man in black understood Zhao Yu's meaning and couldn't help blushing. Being looked down upon by a child, was he going downhill?
"Your handwriting is terrible, but it doesn't matter. Other people's children study hard and get into a good university just to find a good job. Children from families like yours don't need to find a job. It doesn't matter whether they go to school or not." The man in black finally regained some confidence from Zhao Yu's dark, ink-like handwriting.
"I'm sorry, child, please wait." Seeing Zhao Yu showing no fear and even chatting with the men in black, Yu Xiaohan was so frightened that his underwear was soaked with cold sweat. Yu Xiaohan himself wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of implicating Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu was still young and didn't understand anything. If he said something that displeased the men in black, wouldn't that be courting death?
After Yu Xiaohan finished speaking, he quickly carried Zhao Yu outside and handed him over to the guard, Hu Da. Yes, he really did carry her, by the collar. Yu Xiaohan was truly terrified, and who knows where he got the strength to carry Zhao Yu in just a few steps, he quickly rushed to the door.
Yu Xiaohan has six bodyguards, two of whom take turns providing 24-hour personal protection. Today, Hu Da and Zhao Er are on duty during the day.
"Xiaoyu, go play with Uncle Hu. Grandpa's busy, so I'll be with you later." Yu Xiaohan gently rubbed Zhao Yu's head. Before he understood the man in black's purpose, Yu Xiaohan didn't dare let Zhao Yu stay in the study, lest something unexpected happen.
The man in black ignored Yu Xiaohan's "little tricks" and just sat quietly on the chair with his back straight. The man in black had already contacted several people and was very confident that no one would dare to do something as stupid as running away under his pressure.
Hu Da and Zhao Er were a little surprised to see another person coming out of the study. However, Yu Xiaohan did not order them to deal with the man in black. Hu Da and Zhao Er both thought that the man in black was Yu Xiaohan's friend.
Yu Xiaohan saw Hu Da taking Zhao Yu to the front yard, then turned around and told Zhao Er to stay away from here before returning to the desk.
"You're very sensible, I like that." The man in black's voice was somewhat amused. While his heart had hardened considerably over the past three years, he wasn't a murderer who'd kill anyone he saw. He simply hoped for smooth sailing on his mission.
"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?" Yu Xiaohan asked calmly, ignoring the man in black's condescending tone. Having been immersed in the business world for decades, Yu Xiaohan's greatest strength is his ability to remain calm in the face of adversity.
"I will come to pick you up in six days. We at Shangqing Palace would like to borrow the energy from you." The man in black looked arrogant and gave the order lightly without even glancing at Yu Xiaohan.
"Where is Shangqing Palace?" Yu Xiaohan was a little confused. It was the first time Yu Xiaohan had heard this name. At first, Yu Xiaohan thought that some international underworld organization was targeting him. After all, the Yu Group was still very wealthy. Over the years, Yu Xiaohan had experienced several kidnappings, but fortunately, he was lucky enough to avoid being kidnapped.
The man in black choked. He had forgotten that Shangqing Palace had only become famous in the past three years, and not in the secular world, but in the world of cultivation. No wonder Yu Xiaohan didn't feel any awe when he heard this name.
"Don't worry about it. You just need to provide your luck." The man in black didn't want to explain so much. As a dignified messenger of God, did he need to explain to Yu Xiaohan?
"Oh? What if I say I don't want to lend it?" Yu Xiaohan asked back bravely.
"Don't lend it? Do you have the ability not to lend it?" After the man in black said this, he slapped his hand on the desk.
A rosewood desk more than three meters long turned into a pile of powder in the hands of the man in black, leaving Yu Xiaohan stunned.
powder?
Is it really powder?
Yu Xiaohan glanced at the pile of powder on the ground, then at the man in black who sat unmoved on the stool beside it. He knew he'd met a tough opponent this time. The rosewood desk in Yu Xiaohan's home was undoubtedly genuine rosewood, not some counterfeit composite material. In all his years, Yu Xiaohan had never seen anyone pulverize a desk with a single slap. That required more than just strength, surely? It also required some extraordinary skill.
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