"Are we that close?" A mocking smile appeared on Zhang Bin’s face. "Don’t assu n will flock to you just because you’re pretty. I have plenty of beautiful stars under my command, and every single one is more attractive than you."
This woman is trying to stir up hatred against , ten to one. I’ve seen her viciousness before.
Although there was no concrete evidence that she was Han Rui’s daughter, nor any definitive proof that she was the masked woman who had tried to assassinate him, he had now reached a mysterious realm in his cultivation. It was a state of enacting justice on behalf of the heavens, which made his senses exceptionally sharp.
He could instinctively feel that this woman was not a good person, that her hands were stained with blood. He could also sense her ill intentions toward him.
So, how could I possibly fall for her trap? Who cares if she’s pretty? If I didn’t have sothing important to do today, if it were just the two of us, I’d have brutally put her in her place! What a piece of work.
Everyone stared, looking at Zhang Bin as if he were a monster. They were completely baffled as to how he could so heartlessly reject such a beauty, and with such crude words. The young disciples from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect were also stunned for a mont, but the jealousy and anger in their hearts quickly vanished.
"Hmph!" Trembling with anger, Han Chun’er gave a cold snort and walked away, looking utterly humiliated and awkward.
"Brother, you’re incredible. I’m impressed." Zhao Dawei gave Zhang Bin a thumbs-up.
"So won are just too full of themselves," Zhang Bin said with a disdainful look. "In the end, they’re nothing special."
"Kid, that was far too impolite. She’s my disciple," Zhang Hangkui said, stepping in front of Zhang Bin with a stern expression.
"Hehe... Senior Zhang, I just don’t like that woman. It’s a natural dislike, a kind of miraculous intuition. I’m sure you can understand," Zhang Bin said with a sly smile. "However, I have a very good impression of your Shu Mountain Sword Sect, especially the other beauties. I like all of them. That beauty over there, she isn’t your descendant too, is she? How about an introduction?"
This ti, Zhang Hangkui had brought a dozen disciples, but only two of them were won. The other one was truly captivating—pure and refined, like a lotus blossom on the verge of blooming. She seed to be about Zhang Bin’s age.
"Listen here, kid. That’s my granddaughter, Zhang Xue. She’s not for you to covet. From now on, you see her, you walk the other way," Zhang Hangkui chided with a half-joking smile.
"Zhang Xue... what a lovely na, as beautiful as she is. She probably doesn’t have a boyfriend yet, right?" Zhang Bin went on as if he hadn’t heard a thing, leering at Zhang Xue with a wicked grin. "I get the feeling she’s quite taken with ."
"Who would like you? Shaless!" Zhang Xue had naturally heard him. Her pretty face flushed red with anger as she shot Zhang Bin a fierce glare.
"Your voice is lovely. I like it a lot," Zhang Bin continued to tease.
"You...!" Zhang Xue was so angry she was speechless. If her grandfather hadn’t been standing right there, she probably would have already rushed over to teach him a lesson.
The other disciples from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect were also seething with anger. After all, Zhang Xue was the number one beauty of their sect and a Supre Genius. She was, naturally, the goddess of their hearts. Seeing their goddess being harassed made them furious, but with Zhang Hangkui standing there, they didn’t dare act rashly.
"Kid, you’ve got so nerve! Sheer, lust-fueled audacity! You think I don’t dare to discipline you?" Zhang Hangkui was so furious his beard trembled and his eyes blazed.
"Senior Zhang, why are you getting angry? I’m just telling you I have no problem with the Shu Mountain Sword Sect; I just don’t like your new disciple," Zhang Bin said with that sa wicked smile. "My feelings toward everyone else are quite good. Especially toward your granddaughter, Zhang Xue. My feelings for her are exceptionally good."
Everyone nearly fainted. This guy was unbelievably brazen, hitting on Zhang Xue again and again, right in front of the formidable master Zhang Hangkui.
"You..." Zhang Hangkui wanted to unleash his anger but couldn’t quite manage it, as Zhang Bin’s words were rely suggestive, not overtly harassing.
Zhang Xue, however, was infuriated, glaring daggers at Zhang Bin again and again. But in his eyes, her glares were full of charm and stunning beauty. Could it be she really likes ? Hehehe, my charm is just too powerful. This bro is just that handso.
The young Shu Mountain Sword Sect disciples were practically howling with indignation, their fists clenched so tightly that their knuckles cracked.
Zhang Bin slung an arm over the shoulder of a very annoyed Zhang Hangkui and said with a sly grin, "Hehe, co on, Old Zhang. What’s our relationship? We fought side-by-side. This ti, I’m even taking you along to earn rit. Besides, you know what a genius I am, how handso and dashing. You’re a man, so you certainly won’t mind if I have three wives and four concubines. I say, just give and Zhang Xue your blessing, what do you think?"
"Get lost!" Zhang Hangkui swatted his hand away, exasperated. "You want to make a move on my granddaughter? You don’t have enough heads for to chop off!"
"I know you’re actually very impressed with ," Zhang Bin said, unabashed and smug.
Zhang Hangkui was rendered completely speechless. The others all covered their mouths to stifle their laughter.
Zhou Tianyu even teased, "Co on, Old Zhang, I think Zhang Bin’s not a bad choice. You should consider it."
"Whoever marries that scoundrel is in for a lifeti of misery," Zhang Hangkui grumbled.
As if he hadn’t heard a word, Zhang Bin continued to openly ogle Zhang Xue. Her cheeks flushed scarlet with fury. She glared back at him, her right hand gripping the hilt of her treasured sword, looking as if she might draw it at any second.
Just then, Tutu’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind. "Master, the monitors have detected the assassins’ movents..."
Excellent, they’re finally here.
Elated, Zhang Bin took out his phone and feigned looking at it. His expression imdiately turned grave as he barked, "Everyone, the Hacker Rabbit King just sent word! The monitors have picked up the assassins’ movents. They’ve lost their minds and are really planning to murder over a thousand Chinese. Now listen up! All of you will follow my orders to the letter. If anyone sses up and lets the assassins succeed, they will be killed without rcy! We’re splitting into pairs... Zhang Xue, you’re with . Get over here, now."
Everyone was struck completely speechless once again.
What kind of person is this? He’s shalessly mixing business with pleasure, putting such a beautiful woman on his team? Is he trying to hit on her?
"You...!" Zhang Xue was so angry she almost fainted.
"You have so nerve, kid!" Zhang Hangkui nearly coughed up blood from sheer fury.
All the other Shu Mountain Sword Sect disciples were so enraged they looked ready to draw their swords and attack him.
Zhang Bin, I thought you were so clever, that you could see through things. Who knew you’d be so blinded by a pretty face? Trying to make a move on Zhang Xue... you’re simply courting death, Han Chun’er sneered inwardly. She was now certain that the only reason Zhang Bin had been so rude to her was that he already had a target in mind: Zhang Xue. Now that he was foolishly trying to woo Zhang Xue and angering so many disciples, it would be much easier for her to stir up trouble and sow discord later on.
She had no idea this was precisely what Zhang Bin intended.
With soone like Han Chun’er in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, she’ll inevitably try to stir up hatred against . My relationship with the sect is bound to go downhill, leading to all sorts of conflicts and trouble. But, if I can win over Zhang Xue, then it won’t matter what sches Han Chun’er cooks up. I’ll still be the son-in-law of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, untouchable. That’s why I have to get her on my team. It’s my only chance to woo her.
"Chief Number Three put in charge of this operation," Zhang Bin roared with killing intent. "Who dares to disobey a direct order? If sothing goes wrong, who will take responsibility? Huh? Who’s going to be responsible?"
No one dared to speak. They were as silent as cicadas in winter. They were all afraid that if the mission failed and they couldn’t stop the assassins from slaughtering the Chinese, Zhang Bin would pin all the bla on them. Wouldn’t that be a disaster? They knew this scoundrel looked like bad news and was absolutely capable of such a thing.
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