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est manager. He had showered and dressed. There wasn't a trace of fatigue on him from last night's revelry. This was a man brimming with energy, but also one with extraordinary self-control.He lowered...Chapter Name: 160
The little boy remained calm. Without his mommy around, he didn't need to guard against those strange uncles. He could naturally be very composed. The elevator kept going up, and when the elevator doors opened again, he took a small step forward with his legs and walked out.
What he saw before him actually brightened his eyes. Although this little guy sometimes looks cool, he is also a sports enthusiast who always has endless energy.
This floor is like a large sports stadium. There are all kinds of sporting facilities inside, and people coming and going mostly wear casual clothes, looking like they're here to exercise.
The little guy smiled unconsciously. He liked this place, he had finally found a place he liked!
The little guy walked slowly, looking this way and that, taking in everything around him. Most of the facilities here were geared towards adults, and the little guy felt a twinge of longing when he saw them, but he also knew his own limitations and didn't move any closer.
Walking along, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. His calf muscles twitched, and he quickly ran into a secluded large room. This was obviously a training ground. There were several pairs sparring inside, and some individuals practicing alone.
Those bright, sparkling eyes twinkled as they rolled back and forth. The little guy's eyes lit up with excitement, like a little puppy, and he rushed forward, charging into a small room.
This is a small room separated off from the main training ground. It has a door, clearly different from the open-air training area outside. The door wasn't fully open now, just enough for an adult man to squeeze through. The young boy, being smaller, darted right in.
In a small room at the entrance, stood a man. He was tall, about 1.7 or 1.8 meters, with a stern expression on his face. His square jaw and serious demeanor made him appear unapproachable. Although there were people in this open training ground, strangely, no one dared to approach this small room.
The little boy crept closer to the door because his keen ears had clearly heard the sound of a fierce fight inside. His blood was filled with the desire for battle, and he was very interested in all sorts of martial arts! The small room was partially closed off, but the clever boy instinctively felt that what was happening inside was truly captivating!
The previously secluded room was suddenly invaded by a little boy, barely even a meter tall. This surprised the figure within, who had been standing by the door. Anyone seeing him would understand that this room housed someone to be avoided, someone who demanded respect and distance. Yet, here was this tiny child! How did he get in And why did he seem so at ease, as if he'd entered his own backyard He wasn't afraid at all!
Look, at the two people in the center of the field fighting back and forth, their moves so fierce that even he could feel the killing intent! This little guy wasn't afraid at all. He let out a howl and ran away crying, but then he became excited again, widening his eyes like shiny, cunning stars. He was staring at the two people in the ring like a wolf seeing fresh meat!
That's strange!
Is he too outdated, or are today's kids just too advanced!
What to do!
The hawk eyed man, rather unusually, raised an eyebrow. Had this been anyone else, he would have naturally shot them a cold glare that would send them scurrying away. Should they dare linger, a few well-placed strikes from him would see them retreating quickly enough. But this… tiny thing…
His facial muscles twitched as he watched the little boy excitedly clench his small fists. He unconsciously tensed up, and his fair skin flushed red with excitement, looking ready to go. For some reason, he just found it funny.
Strange child!
Never mind, let him watch if he wants to!
As the young master of the illustrious Shuangmu Group, he wouldn't stoop to fighting with such a nobody!
Besides him, there were four men standing tall and imposing, each with a distinct aura. They all seemed to be taller than average people. Upon noticing the little figure, the men showed a slight flicker of surprise, but quickly averted their gazes and refocused their attention on the center of the arena.
In the center of the arena, engaged in a fierce battle, were Rong Ling and Yu Xu!
Yu Xu was born with a love for fighting. If he didn't get into at least one brawl a week, he would feel out of sorts. This small room was actually specially prepared for all these brothers of his. They were all skilled fighters and whenever they had free time, they would come here to have a good spar.
In the center of the arena, you came and went, it was extremely exciting. Although the momentum was fierce, at critical moments, both sides stopped just short. In fact, anyone with discerning eyes could see who was superior. The fight didn't stop because everyone was silently rehearsing in their hearts what they would do if they were the one being attacked. How would they dodge this punch or that kick Even a true master, even just watching from the sidelines, could gain a lot!
With a roar, Rong Ling slammed Yu Xu to the ground. Rong Ling pressed down on him like a mountain, his arm slicing across Yu Xu's neck. With just a little more force, he could have snapped the man's neck.
But this is just for communication, so let's keep it brief!
Yu Xu struggled weakly, relaxing his limbs, and began to pant heavily on the specially made wooden floor.
Rong Ling also let out a breath, the gloom and coldness that resembled a vicious wolf’s expression softened slightly. He loosened his grip, stood up, and his breathing became a little ragged. His slightly messy hair fell onto his forehead, partially obscuring his wolf-like fierce eyes!
Four years have passed, and time has only favored this man. In four years, he has become more mature and more handsome, capable of driving women to frenzy and making men feel ashamed. If before, his beauty was breathtaking, dazzling and impossible to ignore, then in these past four years, his sharp edges have been smoothed away. He has become introspective, retracting all his compelling brilliance, appearing non-threatening, yet no one dares underestimate him or offend him!
This man, in just four years, doubled the group's assets. During a global economic downturn where countless large companies fell into debt crises, he swiftly and decisively acquired numerous small and large companies, bringing them under his control. He made these businesses thrive. Industry hailed him as a "tiger," fierce and unstoppable, like a tiger emerging from the mountains!
He has never lost once he makes a move!
If he wants to acquire any company, then there's no point in resisting. Just clean up your act and surrender willingly, or else you'll end up crying for your father and mother when he takes a bite out of you!
His methods were ruthless and swift, his movements like a wild tiger in its hunt. Once he had set his sights on prey, he would relentlessly pursue it, biting down on its throat until the end. Four years ago, this man still showed some warmth in his business dealings, allowing his opponents to catch their breath occasionally. But for what reason, amidst his longing, he grew colder each day, until he became chillingly heartless. He was like a king who revelled in war, drawing his sword and expanding his borders, nearly devoid of compassion, unconcerned even by the carnage around him, not flinching at the sight of corpses strewn across the battlefield and rivers running red with blood.
There's a saying in the industry: It's better to provoke the King of Hell than to provoke Rong Baojun!
The King of Hell allows people to die, even setting a time for them to prepare their affairs; while Emperor Rong makes people die with no warning, a single order and heads roll instantly. This analogy may be exaggerated, but it indirectly illustrates that Emperor Rong's methods are extraordinary and ruthless!
He was as cold and ruthless in his demeanor as he was in his methods.
Four years, like a blade carving him day by day, sculpting him to be sharper and more intimidating. Even now, with his breath slightly ragged, he panted heavily, yet not a single trace of warmth was revealed on his icy face. His sharp brows were coldly raised, while his ice-colored eyes, as black as the coldest winter night, radiated no temperature, almost freezing people to the bone. Even with his breathing slightly labored, he kept his lips tightly pursed, showing no sign of weakness. That coldness, like a thread, ran through every inch of him.
He lowered his head slightly, eyes downcast. His fringe fell freely across his forehead, and his cold, black eyes glittered like solitary stars, resembling the lone wolf's head—an aura so imposing that it made one feel no one could compare to him!
It seems like no one is good enough for him!
Little Lin Chengyou was almost dumbfounded. In his heart, something warm and hot jumped up excitedly, making him unable to control himself. His little face flushed red, just like he had been drinking too much alcohol.
This uncle... so... so good!
The little boy was somewhat arrogant, this probably inherited from his father. So, although he was very young, he was really reluctant to submit to others. Look at the men in this room, each one is a formidable figure. Even ordinary adults would avoid them. But he, like a newborn tiger, swaggered into the midst of them, ignoring all those men. His eyes were bright and sparkling as he stared intently at Rong Ling and Yu Xu who were fighting on the field.
Then, staring and staring, he inherited his father's equally dark and deep eyes, unable to look away from Rong's face!
His heart pounded, his short legs hurrying to keep up and taking a few steps forward.
The fight is over, and now these men in this small room are finally turning their attention to young Lin Chengyou with interest. To have the guts to enter this room and watch, and to look so eager and excited, this little guy is quite a strange talent. Facing Rong Ling, who still has killing intent on him, he doesn't feel fear, and even dares to approach him. This little guy can be called a little monster!
Just three meters away from the little boy, Rong Ling suddenly lifted his head. His sharp gaze, like a broken arrow, struck the boy with force. The coldness and cruelty in that look were so intense that even a seasoned warrior standing before Rong Ling would shiver.
Although the little boy was very brave, he was after all still just a child, a four-year-old at that. Rong Ling's cold gaze suddenly shot over, and the little boy trembled, his eyes widening in alarm. His small frame instinctively tensed up. The feeling of being stared down by a dangerous creature made him look serious too. His delicate lips were pursed tightly together, forming a straight line. The small hand placed beside him instantly clenched into a fist, slightly raised, and glared warily back at Rong Ling.
This way, full of fighting spirit, like a little tiger who has encountered an opponent!
"Huh!"
I don't know who let out such a surprised exclamation, but the few men who had been staring at the little boy were suddenly interested. To be able to withstand Rong Ling's gaze and not cry or wet themselves... that child was truly amazing! At least, in these four years, there had never been anyone like that before!
Even Yu Xu, who was lying on the ground, came to life. With a swift movement like a carp leaping out of water, he sat up neatly from the floor, crossed his legs, and sat cross-legged, raising an eyebrow slightly with a hint of curiosity, as if trying to see through him.
A hint of surprise also colored Rong Ling's heart. Looking at this boy, who was only slightly taller than his knee, he could clearly see the fear in his eyes, yet he stubbornly resisted him, with a pale and tender face set in an unyielding expression. Somehow, it made Rong Ling feel familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before!
He reached out, grabbed a handful of messy bangs, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with it. He said in a cold voice: "Where did you little brat come from!"
but his eyes scanned the hawk sitting by the door!
The little monster shrugged, feigning ignorance. He was curious too, wondering what kind of parents could give birth to such a lovable little creature! To be able to stand up to Rong Ling was indeed worthy of the title "little monster"!
But Lin Chengyou, the little boy, wasn't happy!
What's a little brat!
The words "little brat" that came out of Rong Ling's mouth were like a fire, suddenly igniting him. His youthful face flushed red, and the small fist he had at his side clenched tightly.
"I'm not a little kid! I'm a big kid, and let me tell you my name is Lin Chengyou!"
He glared at Rong Ling, ignoring Rong Ling's icy tone and lingering murderous intent. He puffed out his chest arrogantly, held his chin high, and stubbornly stared at Rong Ling!
The moment those words were uttered, the faces of the several men present twisted in unison!
A big kid!
This little guy actually managed to say that!
Several men stiffened silently, thinking that if the boss got angry, they would immediately rush over and snatch the kid who didn't know the sky was high.
The current boss is a real tyrant, ruthless and heartless. If you cross him, even a little kid will suffer! It's not that he necessarily wants to punish the child, but "spare the rod and spoil the child". The child's father will definitely face the consequences!
But to everyone's surprise, Rong Ling remained motionless, as if lost in thought! This was just a matter of two seconds -- quickly, if these people hadn't been close to him, they probably wouldn't have caught his fleeting emotions.
That's curious!
Several men were puzzled, then even more astonished to see Rong Ling break his usual stoic demeanor and actually twitch the corner of his lips, a fleeting hint of a smile that vanished just as quickly. Then they heard Rong Ling address the young boy: "Not bad, you have some backbone!"
but he didn't seem angry!
Yu Xu rubbed his eyes, doubting if he had seen things wrong!
This cold place feels like a giant ice block. It seems like he's already half-machine, the big brother type! He can even smile! He thought that as an elder brother, he had long since lost his human instincts and become a thousand-year-old iceberg.
Oddly enough!
He muttered to himself in a strange way, glancing at his third brother -- Xiaoqiang. It wasn't unexpected that Xiaoqiang's gaze conveyed surprise!
It seems he wasn't mistaken after all!
This little guy, don't say it, he really has some skills!
Yu Xu is in the mood!
Not to mention, the fact that this little guy could make Big Brother break his cool facade and show even a hint of a smile is absolutely praiseworthy.
And the oblivious Lin Chengyou, still stubbornly stared at Rong Ling, displaying a weak but undeniably resolute determination and courage.
Rong Ling's eyes flashed, she was also surnamed Lin, and had such an expression...!
A tiny prick of pain flashed in his heart, but he immediately suppressed it!
He averted his gaze, no longer looking at Little Lin Chengyou, and walked directly to the side.
The little guy was getting impatient. His short legs hurried and he ran several steps to catch up.
"Uncle!" he called out in a tender voice, obviously addressing Rong Ling. But Rong Ling just kept walking on his own, clearly ignoring him.
The little boy wasn't discouraged. He quickly caught up to Rong Ling, who was striding away. Rong Ling ignored him, so the boy simply reached out and grabbed the hem of Rong Ling's pants.
Rong Ling's footsteps faltered, she tilted her head slightly, and lowered it, her gaze cold and piercing as she looked at him. This kind of look actually revealed the meaning that he did not want to be disturbed, if you were sensible, you would immediately let go of him.
The little guy instinctively tensed his body, as if entering a battle, but the hand clutching his trousers remained steadfast and fearless.
He looked up at Rong Ling with his eyes wide open!
Those pair of black eyes, an otherworldly purity, like a murmuring mountain spring. And that slightly pointed chin also emanated a familiar scent, something Rong Ling was reluctant to recall!
The little boy bravely met Rong Ling's still ruthless gaze, stretched his lips, and slowly smiled. In a childish voice, he sincerely exclaimed, "Uncle, you are very impressive!"
Rong Ling's brow furrowed suddenly, severely to the point where it seemed as if something were about to be ripped apart in an instant!
It's the same smile, the same fair complexion, the same black eyes silently holding water, and that endearing tone of voice...
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Damn it!
I shouldn't be thinking about her!
He suddenly reached out and wiped his eyes. When his big hand opened, his brows were still standing there like a cold sword, his face was still as cold as ever, as if the looseness and trance in his eyes just now was just an illusion!
"Let go!" He commanded, his voice cold and sharp, almost freezing.
But that probably doesn't include the little ones!
The little guy was completely impressed by his martial arts skills. At this moment, he had a particularly urgent idea: he wanted to worship this person as his master! Such a powerful person was qualified to be his master! So, disregarding the other's coldness, the little guy bent his dark eyebrows and smiled, asking, "Uncle, I want to worship you as my teacher, will you accept me as your disciple I'm good at enduring hardship and will practice martial arts diligently. Please accept me as your disciple! I'm very smart too, and my aptitude should be pretty good. I definitely won't disappoint you!"
He might be in for a rude awakening.
Rong Ling's mood now, is bad, very bad!
"Let go!"
A palpable killing intent began to emanate from him!his excitement, he sat back down in his leather chair, grabbed a pen and paper, and started scribbling furiously.Once he had a plan in mind, he immediately left the room and instructed his secretary o...