The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Of course, there’s no problem. We won’t invite unnecessary people,” Sikong Jie said. He naturally understood his intention. Members of the Old School Society rarely appeared in public, and their presence already showed great respect to the Sikong family.

By convention, a prestigious family like the Sikong family would hope for a grand funeral. It was an opportunity to demonstrate their power. If it weren’t for Zuo Zhiyuan bringing such a grand entourage from the Old School Society, the Sikong family would have wished for everyone in the city to attend Sikong Xinrong’s funeral, in order to showcase their prestige as a centuries-old power in the city. But now, they didn’t need to do that.

With the attendance of Zuo Zhiyuan and the members of the Old School Society, they would inevitably become the focus of the entire Stillwater. Having someone like Zuo Zhiyuan attend the funeral was an honor that could crush all other major families in Stillwater. The high-profile appearance of the Old School Society in Stillwater not only stroke the nerves of major families in the city but also attracted attention from outside the city.

When the news reached the regional headquarters of the Old School Society, it immediately sparked many controversies. Qiu Zhan, the vice president of the Old School Society and the deputy head of the regional headquarters, was furious.

In a spacious office, he slammed the desk and cursed, “What the hell is Zuo Zhiyuan thinking? He just became a branch head and now he’s putting on such a high-profile show. Is he planning to climb over my head and shit on me?”

“Is he really parading around Stillwater just to attend a funeral for some Sikong family? It’s outrageous!”

“Please calm down, sir. Everyone knows how arrogant he is. I heard that he’s not just attending the funeral, but also seeking revenge for his student who was killed by a young man named Xiao Shun. Of course, he can’t let this go. His main purpose for this trip is to avenge his student,” his assistant Haitang said.

Haitang was a young woman in her thirties with an attractive figure and a pretty face. At this moment, her hair was tied up high, and she was dressed neatly in a suit.

“I know about that, but it’s still a personal affair. As a branch head, doesn’t he know our rules? As a master, is it really necessary for him to personally deal with a young brat? It’s absurd!” Qiu Zhan tapped the table with his knuckles, fuming with rage.

“Should we summon him back?” Haitang, who had never seen her boss so angry before, furrowed her brows and hesitated.

Qiu Zhan hesitated for a moment and scoffed coldly, “All this pomp and ceremony is meant to make things difficult for me. If I call him back now, it would make the entire association lose face!”

“Then…”

“Forget it, forget it. We’ll deal with him when he returns!” Qiu Zhan waved his hand, speechless.

Meanwhile, the Sikong family soon made an announcement that people who did not receive an invitation needed not attend Sikong Xinrong’s funeral, which in effect had poured some cold water on the ambitions of families hoping to gain some favor.

As a centuries-old family, although they had lost control of Golden Harrow, they still had enough influence to rival the other three major families. Moreover, with the support of the Old School Society, their comeback was just around the corner. Countless second- and third-rate families wanted to seize the opportunity to get close to them. Even a little support from the Sikong family would benefit these families immensely.

That night.

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Zuo Zhiyuan sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed. On the table in front of him, some soothing smoke was rising up. A moment later, he slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

Tang Zhanpeng approached and poured him a cup of tea without haste.

“Did you find the kid?” Zuo Zhiyuan took the tea handed to him, took a small sip, and asked slowly.

“We’ve known their company and home address,” Tang Zhanpeng replied.

“Good, we’ll act tonight. I’ll personally avenge Chen, and bring some good news to Mr. Xinrong at the funeral tomorrow so he can rest in peace.”

Tang Zhanpeng nodded, “Yes.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the door outside. Zuo Zhiyuan frowned slightly, showing displeasure, “Didn’t I say not to disturb me unless it’s important?”

“I’ll go see.”

Tang Zhanpeng got up and walked towards the door.

Upon opening the door, he saw a somewhat familiar young man. About twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a thin face and distinct features, he stood there with a smile, wearing clothes that were not the hotel staff uniform.

Tang Zhanpeng’s pupils contracted as he asked in a deep voice, “Who are you looking for?”

“Aren’t you looking for me? Here I am.” The young man smiled faintly.

“You’re Xiao Shun?” Tang Zhanpeng narrowed his eyes, sizing up the young man once more, and immediately became tense.

“Can’t I get in?” Xiao Shun implied.

“Let him in.”

At Zuo Zhiyuan’s level, his hearing was much sharper than an ordinary person’s. He naturally heard the conversation at the door clearly.

Tang Zhanpeng stepped aside, making way for Xiao Shun.

As he walked in, Xiao Shun sniffed and said, “Master Zuo seems to have some good tea. I wonder if I could have some.”

“Will you dare to drink it?” Zuo Zhiyuan looked at him coldly, amazed. This young man had no trace of cultivation, so how could he have taken Chen’s life with just one move?

“There’s nothing I don’t dare to drink,” Xiao Shun smirked playfully.

“You really aren’t afraid of death,” Zuo Zhiyuan spread his hands.

“Sit down.”

“Master Zuo probably won’t want me to die right now,” Xiao Shun sighed as he slowly sat down.

“What do you mean?” Zuo Zhiyuan poured him a cup of tea.

“Oh, I almost forgot the purpose of my trip. I’m here to see if Master Zuo has any extra invitations, as the Sikong family is so stingy and didn’t even give me one.”

“You want to go to the funeral?” Zuo Zhiyuan stared at him with his sharp eyes, puzzled.

“That’s why I say, Master Zuo wouldn’t want to kill me now. Wouldn’t it be better to kill me in front of the Sikong family tomorrow?” Xiao Shun said nonchalantly.

“The tea is good, can I have some more?”

“For your courage, I’m starting to like you a bit.”

The wrinkles at the corners of Zuo Zhiyuan’s eyes relaxed somewhat as he filled the young man’s cup with more tea, then continued, “If you’re willing to follow me and kneel in front of Sikong Xinrong’s coffin to apologize, I can spare your life and plead for you in front of the Sikong family. What do you think?”

The young man before him was indeed arrogant, but he had easily defeated his proud disciple, which showed that he must have extraordinary abilities. Sikong Chen’s talent was one in ten thousand, and perhaps this young man had even greater potential than Sikong Chen.

If Zuo Zhiyuan could have such a talent by his side, it would be a great thing.