9 a.m., suburban villa area.
Dressed in his finest suit, a new shirt, and a wide, stable-looking tie, Bianyi, holding a white handkerchief over his mouth, walked into Mr. Zhang's villa.
"Stay there; don't come any closer."
Mr. Zhang, sitting on a long wooden bench in the courtyard, looked coldly at Bianyi.
With a smile, Bianyi stood at the door of the villa and said, "Alright, Mr. Zhang, I've come to do business with you sincerely."
Mr. Zhang's expression was very frosty, as two sexy women were kneeling in front of him.
"Your sincerity is taking away my 500 million and letting me be mocked by that bastard Shen Qiang in public?"
"That was an accident." Bianyi took a step forward.
Immediately, two masked cultivators at his side stopped him.
