Hero Son-in-law

However, in the next moment, the sight in front of the little soldier's eyes blurred. His next punch actually missed, but the person in front of him had disappeared without a trace!    

Because the force was too great, the small soldier staggered forward a few steps due to the inertia.    

"Hey, where are you going? I'm here."    

At this moment, a faint voice came from behind him. The small soldier's face darkened as he abruptly turned around, only to discover that the person had appeared behind him out of nowhere.    

Just as the little soldier was about to attack again, he suddenly understood something. He sized up the other party from head to toe, let out a long sigh, and returned to Jiang Wennian's side without saying a word.    

"Little soldier, what are you doing? Continue to go up and snatch the stone back!"    

Jiang Chengfeng shouted.    

This time, the little soldier didn't listen to him and just stood beside Jiang Wennian in silence. His eyes were filled with helplessness and guilt.    

Jiang Wennian looked at the soldier beside him and seemed to understand something. He then sighed lightly, "Forget it, let's go."    

Before he left, he smiled bitterly at Yang Jiekai, "Little brother, I apologize for what happened just now. I hope you don't take it to heart."    

After saying that, he left with his follower.    

"Sigh, dad …"    

Jiang Chengfeng still didn't seem to understand what was going on, but seeing that his father and the soldier were acting in such a weird manner, he quickly took a few steps forward and chased after them.    

The surrounding crowd was even more confused. All of them had doubtful looks on their faces. They had no idea what had just happened, so why did they suddenly stop arguing with this kid?    

Yang Jiekai sighed softly. Looking at Mr. Jiang's leaving figure, he seemed to be at a loss. After a while, as if he had made up his mind, Yang Jiekai muttered to himself, "Forget it, I'll help you this time!"    

As he spoke, he carried the stone and prepared to leave.    

"Little brother, please wait a moment!"    

At this moment, the stall owner caught up to him again.    

Yang Jiekai laughed. "You've heard about the value of this stone. Five million is definitely too little. Just tell me what it's worth."    

"No, that's not what I meant."    

The stall owner said with a stern expression, "I want to return the money to you. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep soundly."    

"Oh?"    

Yang Jiekai questioned, "Didn't you hear what Mr. Jiang said just now? "He wants to spend five billion to buy me this rock."    

"How much Mr. Jiang is willing to pay is his business."    

The stall owner said seriously, "But to me, this stone is just an ordinary stone. Even if it could push through the heavens, it would only be worth a hundred yuan in my eyes. I don't want any extra money, otherwise I would never be able to sleep soundly in my entire life."    

As he spoke, he took out his phone and returned the 5 million back to Yang Jiekai.    

Yang Jiekai was stunned for a moment, then the corner of his mouth hooked up into a pleased smile.    

"Wait."    

Yang Jiekai took out a pen, wrote down his phone number on a note, and handed it to the stall owner, then smiled, "If you have any problems in the future, remember to make this call. Anything will do, just treat it as me owing you."    

After saying that, he hugged Rock and left with a smile.    

The stall owner let out a long sigh and stuffed the note into his pocket. Then, he returned to his booth and continued to shout.    

The people around him all called him a fool, but he did not explain himself, only smiled without saying a word. Although he was just a stall vendor, he had his own principles and did not need anyone to understand or explain anything to him.    

He also didn't take the note in his pocket seriously. However, at this moment, he would never dream of how much he would be envied if the people in the dark world who knew Yang Jiekai saw this scene.    

The top warrior in Night Owl Group, armor!    

The fact that he owed someone a favor was not something that could be measured with five billion.    

At the same time, the stall owner would never imagine that in the near future, he would become a big shot who only needed to stamp his feet, causing the entire land to tremble. Everything would start with this small note paper.    

At the same time.    

It was an ordinary black car. Jiang Wennian sat in the back with his back against the comfortable seat. His eyes were closed and the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment as if he was thinking about something.    

"Dad, why did you leave just now? You also know, that rock might be your last hope to save your life!"    

Jiang Chengfeng sat in the front passenger seat and looked anxious.    

Actually, he was different from the other rich kids. He was never domineering and would never bully others with his power.    

But this time, he had no choice but to do so, because he knew very well that the black stone was his father's only hope of survival.    

Jiang Wennian ignored Jiang Chengfeng and said lightly to the guard driving the car, "Little soldier, what is the level of that person just now?"    

Jiang Chengfeng did not see any clues just now, but Jiang Wennian saw it clearly.    

The loyal soldier retreated back to his side after a single strike. This meant that the soldier was no match for that man.    

The little soldier did not say anything, but only slowly extended three fingers.    

"Are you saying you can't even take three moves from him?"    

Jiang Wennian was a bit surprised. The little soldier had followed him for so many years, he understood the little soldier's skill very well. Even if it was barehanded, ordinary people would not be able to get close to him.    

"No!"    

The little soldier's voice was especially gloomy, "I meant, just now it was that exchange of moves. If it wasn't for him being lenient, he would have had at least three chances of taking my life!"    

Weng! *    

Even the experienced and knowledgeable Jiang Wennian felt his head buzz.    

With just a single move, that person actually had three chances to kill a small soldier?    

Such skills were truly shocking!    

Jiang Chengfeng was also covered in cold sweat. At this moment, he finally understood why the little soldier stopped abruptly.    

"Is that person the legendary cultivator?"    

Although he did not know martial arts, he had heard that there was a type of person in this world who, after reaching a certain level in martial arts, was called a martial cultivator.    

Cultivators and top experts among ordinary people were worlds apart.    

For example, the little soldier, who used to be born into an underground boxing gang, was now considered a top superior master of the first three levels, not to mention a champion, regardless of whether he was placed in the ring in the open or in the dark.    

However, in front of a true cultivator, he was still an adult and a kindergarten child.    

"From what I see, it's not only a cultivator. With his movement technique, even among cultivators, this person's strength must be above the middle rank."    

Until now, he still had lingering fears. This was the first time he met a cultivator, but he never would have thought that his opponent was several times stronger than he imagined.    

Middle stage!    

This word made Jiang Wennian and Jiang Chengfeng break out in a cold sweat.