Lin Hao and Fang Miao pleaded repeatedly, but Gou Honghe remained unmoved.
The lessons of the past were too profound; Gou Honghe had once been bitten by a snake and was now wary of even the well rope.
Hearing the two still babbling, Gou Honghe impatiently shook the wooden bell.
The scar-faced man entered again.
"Wang Wei, see the guests out."
The scar-faced man, upon hearing this, immediately unceremoniously lifted Lin Hao.
Lin Hao wanted to struggle but found he couldn’t move at all.
He had grown up in luxury, so how could he be a match for someone skilled fighter? He was quickly taken out.
Fang Miao wanted to speak, but Gou Honghe said coldly, "Don’t throw a tantrum here. I have no regard for old sentiments."
If Gou Honghe’s temper were a bit worse, he might have retaliated against Fang Miao for what happened back then.
It’s just that he’s cautious and fears that casually acting against mortals might attract the attention of the Supernatural Management Bureau, which is why Fang Miao has remained unharmed for so many years.
Upon hearing this, Fang Miao immediately dared not stay and obediently left the room.
Gou Honghe immediately called Yu Mengyu.
"There were some issues with them in the past. Had I known it was that woman, I wouldn’t have met with them in the first place."
On the other end, Yu Mengyu slightly frowned, "How did they offend you?"
"Some old matters, hard to explain."
Gou Honghe was unwilling to mention the past incident where his cultivation base was abolished. People in the circle knew this was his taboo and usually didn’t inquire about it.
"What a pity," Yu Mengyu slowly said, "That family, especially that Lin Jianping, has quite a good fortune."
Hearing this, Gou Honghe couldn’t help but shiver. Yu Mengyu was also a rare figure among evil cultivators, someone even ordinary evil cultivators wouldn’t dare provoke.
She achieved such a high cultivation base at a young age, seemingly through some special methods.
For so many years, she hadn’t been discovered by the people from the Supernatural Management Bureau.
It’s said she looks more like those of the Righteous Path, yet it’s unclear how she ended up on their path.
Yu Mengyu brought up another matter, "There’s some trouble at my school recently. I want you to help me handle it."
Gou Honghe asked in surprise, "Someone can trouble you? Why don’t you handle it yourself?"
Yu Mengyu’s tone was indifferent, "It’s inconvenient."
Gou Honghe didn’t probe further, "Alright, send me the information, and I’ll let Wang Wei handle it if it’s routine."
He assumed that Yu Mengyu found it inconvenient because she was the student council president, and taking action against ordinary students would easily raise suspicion.
"Wang Wei won’t do; you have to come yourself."
"What’s the situation exactly?" Gou Honghe was quite doubtful.
Yu Mengyu didn’t explain much to him, "If you’re willing to help with this favor, I’ll give you that ancient zither you saw last time."
Thinking of the resentment within the ancient zither, Gou Honghe immediately craved it.
"You better not regret it."
"I’ll send the information to your email."
After saying this, Yu Mengyu hung up the phone.
Gou Honghe frowned at his phone, muttering.
"Can’t they just send paper documents like before? Young people nowadays love messing with this internet stuff, without considering old folks’ feelings at all."
He couldn’t figure out how to work with email and always had to have Wang Wei print it out somehow.
But Wang Wei didn’t really understand it either, often delaying things a long time.
Sigh, seems like in the future, he should recruit a couple of young folks who understand high-tech stuff.
Thinking of this, Gou Honghe couldn’t help but sigh again.
Most evil cultivators like him are old folks who know nothing about the new generation’s stuff.
The world is getting harder to navigate.
I hear the Supernatural Management Bureau even has elites specializing in R&D and the internet, while among evil cultivators like them, talent is dwindling and they’re still sticking to old methods.
Indeed, evil does not prevail over good, how pitiful.