Chapter 647: Chapter 647

Zhang Xiaohao walked out of the room calmly.

"Ah! Honey, why did you come out just now? He didn’t do that to you, did he?" Zhao Ling’er asked anxiously.

"Don’t talk nonsense! Am I that kind of person?" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.

"Hehe," Zhao Ling’er chuckled dryly.

"By the way, honey, did he pay the bet we made?"

"Where do you get so many questions? Shut up and follow me," Zhang Xiaohao ordered, his face taut. Check latest chapters at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩

With that, he walked towards the outside.

"Humph! If you won’t tell, then don’t, acting as if I care so much," Zhao Ling’er said, pouting her sexy and charming lips.

"Alright, Ling’er, let’s go," Zhou Yating said.

She took Zhao Ling’er’s hand and headed towards the outside.

After Zhang Xiaohao and the two ladies had left, a fierce glint flashed in Murong Baiyun’s eyes as he stared menacingly at the sky.

"Yuan’er, rest assured, in another three months, it will be the death of that old dog Murong Longchen! Then, you can have your grievance redressed..."

Leaving Yinuo Qianjin.

Zhang Xiaohao led the two women forward.

Under the dazzling neon lights, the shadows of the three people were elongated.

"Honey, let’s take a car! If we keep walking , by the time we get to school, we’ll be falling apart," Zhao Ling’er suggested.

"Yeah, Zhang Xiaohao, and you call yourself a man. How can you be so stingy? We already know we were wrong. Can’t you hail a car for us?" Zhao Ling’er and Zhou Yating complained weakly.

"Look at the time now; it’s almost midnight. Where am I supposed to find a car for the two of you at this hour? If you two don’t want to walk, you can stay here. No one is forcing you," Zhang Xiaohao said, his voice edged with irritation.

Scamper scamper scamper...

"Honey, I don’t want to walk anymore. I want you to carry me," Zhao Ling’er said coquettishly.

"Zhang Xiaohao, stop right there!" Seeing this, Zhou Yating gave a light snort.

She quickly rushed over from behind and stopped in front of Zhang Xiaohao.

"What now?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and asked.

"I want you to carry me too!" Zhou Yating declared.

"She’s my wife; it’s only right that I carry her. You’re not my wife, why should I carry you?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.

"Hmph! Anyway, you just have to carry me," Zhou Yating insisted.

"..." Zhang Xiaohao was left speechless.

That reasoning was great! It was so irrefutable that he couldn’t find any argument against it.

"Ah! Yating, really?" Zhao Ling’er asked, as if she had discovered a new continent, genuinely curious.

"Ling’er, don’t talk nonsense! It’s not what you’re thinking," Zhou Yating said, her face flushing.

"If it’s not that, then is it this?" Zhao Ling’er continued to tease.

"You little minx, how dare you purposefully tease me! I’ll show you," Zhou Yating threatened.

As she spoke, she made to charge at Zhao Ling’er.

"Stop messing around, let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao urged.

About fifteen minutes later.

Zhang Xiaohao’s ears twitched as a series of rapid sports car engines roared to life, speeding towards him.

"Interesting, they’re bringing the fight to me," Zhang Xiaohao said with a hint of amusement.

He swiftly sidestepped with the two women in his arms, easily avoiding the threat.

The black sports car drove thirty meters before stopping.

The car door swung open, and an old man with white hair, wearing a black suit with shiny leather shoes and a tie, stepped out of the car with a cool demeanor.

With his appearance, the surrounding air seemed to drop several tens of degrees instantly.

Scamper scamper scamper...

The crisp sound of the leather shoes echoed as the old man walked towards Zhang Xiaohao and the two women, exuding a menacing aura.

Zhang Xiaohao stopped, put the two women down, and gestured for them to step back.

The two women understood the gravity of the situation, and as they seemed to sense an imminent battle, hid behind some bushes, watching intently.

The old man stopped three steps away from Zhang Xiaohao.

"Kid, you’ve got some nerve! How dare you come romping into Yinuo Qianjin," the old man said with disdain.

"Are you sent by Murong Baiyun?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Hmph! What is Murong Baiyun but a speck of dust? He presumes to command me? Ridiculous," the old man said arrogantly.

"Is that so?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a playful smile.

"Hmph! Listen well, boy, I am a Guardian assigned by the second master to Yinuo Qianjin! My very existence here is to prevent scoundrels like you from causing mischief at Yinuo Qianjin," the old man boasted.

"I see! Looks like that beast Murong Longchen doesn’t even trust his own son," Zhang Xiaohao said sarcastically.

"What do you know, kid? The second master has his reasons for doing things this way! Besides, with Guardians like us in place, we can crush any invading enemies," the old man said coldly.

"Sigh! Old man, you’re so naive," Zhang Xiaohao shook his head and remarked.

"What do you mean?" the old man asked, puzzled.

"Why rush to your death when you can live comfortably? Isn’t that stupidity?" Zhang Xiaohao said contemptuously.

"Hmph! Kid, I don’t mean to belittle you, but even with your limited abilities, you think you can kill me? That’s hilarious! I am a superpower at the Mid-stage Void Transformation Realm; I could crush a youngster like you with just one finger on the ground," the old man declared confidently.

"Heh," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Did I scare you? Do you want to beg me for mercy?" the old man asked smugly.

"Old fellow, can’t you stop being so narcissistic! I’m laughing because you’re so considerate. Knowing that I’m tired from walking, you went out of your way to send a sports car for me to use," Zhang Xiaohao said sincerely.

"Hahaha... Kid, you think you can? The sports car is right there with the keys in it. If you’re capable, can you drive it away?" the old man taunted.