水蜜桃实验室

“With Ghost Master on our side, Xu Fan, that damn mutt, is definitely going to die today!” Song Qiang’s face flushed with excitement as he spoke.

“Haha, from what you’ve described, this Xu Fan is just a martial artist at the Physical Refinement stage. I have long been able to release internal qi externally, killing him is just a flick of the finger.”

“Ghost Master, I am willing to take you as my master, I don’t know if you would consider accepting me as your disciple.” Seeing that Ghost Master Twelve was even more formidable than his deceased master, Song Qiang actually knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed to Ghost Master Twelve.

“You? You’ve already passed the age for martial arts training, you don’t deserve to be my disciple, what’s more, I have some history with your master, and as for taking his disciple, that’s something I, Ghost Master Twelve, wouldn’t do,” Ghost Master Twelve said disdainfully to Song Qiang.

However, Song Qiang saw it differently; the issue of stealing disciples wasn’t really what was stopping Ghost Master Twelve, it was more likely that he didn’t see potential in him and gave a different excuse. If Ghost Master Twelve really met a truly talented individual, he wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest.

“Ghost Master, although I no longer have the aptitude for martial arts, I do have the aptitude for making money. Over the years, my master has made at least two hundred million in Yan Country Currency off me. But those two disciples he sent my way are just trash in your eyes, both crippled by Xu Fan with a single move. If I could become your registered disciple, then the tens of millions I pay in tribute each year could go to you instead. With your protection, my business could have the hope of a revival, and, by then, contributing a hundred million a year wouldn’t be a dream,” Song Qiang said temptingly to Ghost Master Twelve.

“A hundred million?” Ghost Master Twelve’s eyes glinted.

Although martial artists generally don’t get too involved in worldly matters, that doesn’t mean they are fools. On the contrary, many martial artist families possess formidable power and wealth.

Because Ghost Master Twelve practiced an evil cultivation method, he was not accepted by ordinary society, and he was actually rather destitute, having no powerful forces or financial resources to rely on in the secular world, which is why an acquaintance had recommended him to Song Qiang as a hitman.

If he could rely on the forces under Song Qiang’s control from now on, Ghost Master Twelve could comfortably retire and live like an emperor in his latter days. Why wouldn’t he be satisfied?

Coming to this conclusion, Ghost Master Twelve’s skeletal hand gently caressed his sharp chin. After a moment of contemplation, he then spoke, “Alright, I agree. You may call me master. From now on, if anyone dares to bully you, your master will be the first to exterminate them.”

“Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow!” Overjoyed, Song Qiang quickly knelt and knocked his head against the table three times in front of Ghost Master Twelve.

“Get up, as my disciple, the first rule is to obey. Later, remember to transfer this year’s tribute money to this account.” Ghost Master Twelve took out a bank card and handed it to Song Qiang.

“Okay, I’ll transfer it after we’ve killed Xu Fan.” Song Qiang shakily took the card, cursing inwardly. His new, cheap master was way too damn straightforward, collecting protection money right after the ceremony, more effective than his own thugs.

“It’s already been half a day, why hasn’t Xiao Sanzi come yet?” Ghost Master Twelve grew eager thinking about the impending money, wishing Xu Fan would appear right before his eyes so he could smash him with a palm.

“That trash Chen Miao is just another failure taught by my former worthless master; of course, he drags his feet when doing anything.” Song Qiang, now with a new master, quickly forgot the old, openly calling his third senior brother by his name.

“Don’t worry, with me as your master, you can walk sideways in Zhonghai City. Chen Miao is just an ant. It would be more appropriate for him to call you senior brother,” Ghost Master Twelve arrogantly said.

“Haha, thank you, master. I’ll hurry him along.” After hearing Ghost Master Twelve’s words, Song Qiang excitedly took out his phone and sent a message to hurry Brother Sanshui Chen Miao.

Before, he never dared to rush his third senior brother, but now that he had a new backer, he no longer regarded his third senior brother as important.

Meanwhile, the taxi carrying Xu Fan had just arrived at Wharf A of Xiangshui Bay. Seeing Brother Sanshui’s phone receive a message, Xu Fan picked it up; it was a message from Song Qiang urging them on.

“Don’t worry, you will be on your way soon.” Xu Fan sneered coldly, stepped out of the car, and headed towards warehouse number 74.

Xu Fan swiftly approached warehouse number 74, then scoped it out and discovered Song Qiang and Ghost Master Twelve hiding inside.

“It’s that Zhu Touqiang. Last time, I didn’t break all five of your limbs to make you beg on the streets. Today, you dared to present yourself to me; it seems you’ll have to beg in the Netherworld,” Xu Fan thought coldly to himself.

Then, Xu Fan’s gaze fell on Ghost Master Twelve. A chilling aura emanated from Ghost Master Twelve, surprising Xu Fan that Song Qiang had managed to hire so many martial artists.

This martial artist sitting at the table, appearing inhuman and ghostly, was skinny like a skeleton, exuding a tremendously cold presence. Clearly, he had cultivated some kind of evil method to become such a terrifying figure.

Song Qiang’s nagging voice was still echoing inside the room: “Dammit, when will that idiot Chen Miao bring that little brat over? I want to slash her face with two cuts and then send the picture to Xu Fan to see if he feels heartache.”

“I love the blood of children the most. After I kill Xu Fan, I’ll drain his daughter’s blood and send her to join her dead father,” Ghost Master Twelve said sinsterly.

“Haha, master, you might have to hide for a bit. I’m afraid if Xu Fan sees how powerful you are, he’ll be too scared to come.” After hearing Ghost Master Twelve’s words, Song Qiang felt a shiver and thus spoke to Ghost Master Twelve. In reality, he was more afraid that Ghost Master Twelve, not having fed enough, would drain Xu Fan’s daughter of blood, then they’d have no hostage to threaten Xu Fan with.

“Haha, indeed, I should hide away. Otherwise, what if Xu Fan gets scared and runs away seeing me?” Ghost Master Twelve laughed arrogantly.

“Cough cough! I hear someone’s afraid I might run away, don’t worry, I won’t.” Xu Fan’s voice suddenly echoed within the warehouse.

Song Qiang was instantly startled and looked behind him.