Chapter 1555: Chapter 1555

Mu Zixin didn’t approve of such stage performances, Liu Junmei felt inferior and had no talent, and Wu Xiaoxia was detached from worldly affairs, so they didn’t sign up for the performance.

Ma Jiaran participated in the evening party and performed a dance, but didn’t advance, leaving her very disappointed.

Next up was the welcome party for the Law School, and what shocked everyone was that Chen Cang not only performed on stage, but his act was selected.

Chen Cang donned a classical style, cross-dressed, and performed a captivating drum dance, creating a sensation throughout the event.

A group of people attended classes every day and gathered in the evenings to unwind at the bar, enjoying their leisurely days.

One morning, in an office at the Ming Group headquarters, Zhao Tianhao, missing an ear, sat uneasily on the sofa, nervously watching Fu Tianyou in a formal suit.

"Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, you’re my client now, I should be the one who’s nervous."

Fu Tianyou looked at Zhao Tianhao with a smile, "I heard you’ve hired our Ming Group for a big deal worth billions, didn’t you?"

"Yes, yes, I’m in charge of the Century Boxing Arena, and some time ago someone caused trouble at our arena and stole five billion from me."

Zhao Tianhao nodded furiously with an indignant expression.

"I’ve already heard, five billion, that’s not a small amount."

Fu Tianyou stared at Zhao Tianhao with gleaming eyes, "Do you know who your enemy is?"

"Yes, he’s a student from Imperial University named Han Shan."

Zhao Tianhao responded quickly.

"A student? With your wealth and capability, handling a student shouldn’t be difficult, right?"

Fu Tianyou raised his eyebrows skeptically.

"The problem is, that person isn’t an ordinary student. He’s a Seven-star Martial Master and has friends who are Eight-star Martial Masters." Zhao Tianhao sighed helplessly. "The strongest under my command is just a Seven-star, simply no match for them."

"Eight-star Martial Masters?"

Fu Tianyou furrowed his brow.

Zhao Tianhao immediately handed Han Shan’s dossier to Fu Tianyou, gritting his teeth, "This guy is from the small Martial Arts group at Imperial University, likely an heir of a powerful force, otherwise he wouldn’t have such audacity. We can’t deal with him alone, that’s why I’m turning to the Ming Group to uphold justice."

"Why are there no photographs?"

Fu Tianyou glanced at the documents and complained.

"He’s called Han Shan, a prominent figure at the school. Photos aren’t necessary, right?"

Zhao Tianhao hesitantly looked at Fu Tianyou.

"Ha, you might not know, Imperial University harbors many disciples of major Sects and Families. Even we, the Ming Group, can’t casually antagonize them."

Fu Tianyou chuckled lightly, putting down the files, "If the other party is an heir of a Hidden Force, risking offense to support you..."

"Is an official organization supposed to fear hidden forces?"

Zhao Tianhao interrupted Fu Tianyou indignantly.

"It’s not about fear, but whether it’s worth it."

Fu Tianyou quickly adjusted his tone. The Ming Group, though wary of hidden forces, isn’t truly afraid, as they have the Dragon Group protecting them.

"In that case, help us seek justice! If you retrieve that five billion for us, we’ll reward you five billion."

Zhao Tianhao’s eyes sparkled as he stared at Fu Tianyou.

"Five billion? That’s a bit low, isn’t it?"

Fu Tianyou’s eyes lit up with excitement, though he maintained a calm demeanor.

"That’s five billion! It’s not little."

Zhao Tianhao exclaimed helplessly.

"But we have to recover fifty billion for you and risk offending a hidden family; the return is disproportionate."

Fu Tianyou put down the documents, shaking his head regretfully.

"What does the Vice Director intend to charge?"

Zhao Tianhao frowned, gritting his teeth.

Fu Tianyou smiled, naming his price.

"Impossible, that’s just robbery, way too much."

Zhao Tianhao shook his head quickly.

"Ha, if we don’t help, you won’t get a single penny back."

Fu Tianyou leaned back, calmly gazing at Zhao Tianhao, "If we help and retrieve the money, even paying fifteen billion, you’ll still recover thirty-five billion. Do you want nothing, or thirty-five billion? Consider it."

Zhao Tianhao was momentarily speechless, looking at Fu Tianyou helplessly, "But fifteen billion is really too much, lower it a bit, I’ll give you eight billion."

"Still too low, thirteen billion."

"Nine billion, at the most."

"Then go find someone else?"

Fu Tianyou sighed, preparing to show him out.

"Vice Director, I’ll give you ten billion at most. If you don’t agree, then forget it. I’ll look for others to handle this."

Zhao Tianhao sprang up, gritting his teeth.

"Alright, ten billion it is."

Fu Tianyou nodded quickly, realizing that the Dark Group was stronger than the Ming Group now—losing Zhao Tianhao would be a boon to them.

"Phew, why didn’t it come to this sooner?"

Zhao Tianhao exhaled deeply, secretly relieved. The arena had actually only lost forty billion, because ten billion was the principal of those people. Using ten billion to settle this meant they essentially spent nothing—very cost-effective.

"Go back and wait for news; I’ll handle this matter swiftly."

Fu Tianyou squinted, "Dealing with a group of Eight-star Martial Masters, and the potential heir of a hidden family, I need to plan carefully."

"Thank you, Vice Director, for your assistance."

Zhao Tianhao respectfully saluted Fu Tianyou before leaving the office. No sooner had Zhao Tianhao departed than Fu Tianyou jumped up excitedly.

"Ten billion! If we secure this money, it’ll be a huge relief for the Ming Group right now."

Fu Tianyou rubbed his hands eagerly; even though this venture might upset hidden families, he’s willing to take the risk for money.

Even if trouble arises, the Dragon Group backs them; his lust for money has made him reckless.

"Someone, investigate Han Shan immediately, and gather all Eight-star Martial Masters. We’ll act shortly."

Fu Tianyou calmed himself and promptly ordered task arrangements.

On Friday night, Tang Ming lay on his dormitory bed, surrounded nervously by Shao Wuyou, Meng Xianjun, and Hua Yingjie.

"Tang Ming, are you really going to duel with the small Martial Arts group?"

Shao Wuyou looked at Tang Ming with concern, "This time they said they’d convene all Vice Alliance Hierarchs, meaning a bunch of Eight-star Martial Masters. Can you handle it?"

"It’s not that extreme. I’ve already heard, the small Martial Arts group has only four Vice Alliance Hierarchs."

Tang Ming groaned weakly.