The Enemy Is Peng Chan
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was Peng Chan’s aura!
Wu Jiang suddenly discovered a major clue.
“It really is him. It’s that old man Peng Chan who harmed you!” Wu Jiang roared furiously.
Initially, he did not believe that Peng Chan would make a move. However, after hearing his disciple’s words and the evidence he had found, he completely believed it.
Wu Zhen’s eyes were red and tears flowed down. He knelt in front of Wu Jiang and begged, “Master, please avenge me. You must kill Peng Chan!”
“Of course. Just you wait!” Wu Jiang gritted his teeth and said.
The two of them chatted for a while more before Wu Jiang walked out of the secret room.
Minister Ruan sent Wu Jiang out secretly.
After Wu Jiang returned to his residence, he carefully thought about how to take revenge. The pain in his heart almost drowned him.
His most talented disciple had been crippled, how was his Black Magic Master clan going to revive in the future!
The more he thought about it, the more sorrowful he felt, and the more he hated Peng Chan.
The next day, at five in the afternoon.
Yu Su and Wen Chuan took a car to Hu Ying’s villa.
Wen Chuan smiled and said, “I’m looking forward to what they’ll do.”
“If I’m not wrong, they’ll lure you away first. This way, I’ll be alone and it’ll be easy to deal with me.” Yu Su also joked easily.
Wen Chuan nodded. “That’s possible, but is there any way to lure me away?”
It would take a lot of brainpower to find a way to lure him away.
This method had to be very reasonable so that it would not arouse their suspicion.
Yu Su said casually, “My guess is that they will get someone to ask you for help. You have no choice but to go over, and the person who is looking for you is very likely to be in cahoots with Peng Chan.”
This was just a random guess.
For example, Wen Chuan had no choice but to help when there was a disaster.
“That makes sense.” Wen Chuan smiled and nodded.
At this moment, Wu Jiang and Peng Chan had already arrived at Hu Ying’s villa. Hu Ying asked the servants at home to bring out the best tea to serve them.
Hu Ying looked at Master Peng and said with a smile, “Thank you for coming, Master Peng!”
“It’s fine, as long as today’s matter can be settled,” Peng Chan said with a smile.
Wu Jiang looked at Hu Ying coldly and thought to herself, Is this Yu Su’s mother? Yu Su is so smart, so why is her mother so muddle-headed? Could it be a genetic mutation?
Noticing that Wu Jiang’s expression was very bad, Hu Ying did not say anything.
She did not dare to speak to the great Black Magic Master.
Yu Miao also sat obediently at the side and poured tea for them.
When Yu Su and Wen Chuan arriving. Hu Ying stood up to welcome them with a smile on her face. “You’re also here. Please take a seat!”
She smiled at Yu Su.
Yu Su and Wen Chuan walked in and walked towards the center of the living room.
Peng Chan stood up and cupped his hands at Wen Chuan. “Master Wen, you’re here!”
“Yes.” Wen Chuan nodded lightly and sat opposite Peng Chan and Wu Jiang.
After the few of them sat down, Wu Jiang snorted coldly. “Mrs. Yu really doesn’t know how to host guests. She invited all sorts of riffraff.”
He mocked first, showing his dissatisfaction.
Yu Su also sneered and said, “Oh? So are you a nobody? I know you’re not very intelligent, but you don’t have to put yourself down like that.”
Yu Miao lowered her head slightly at the side to hide the smile on her lips.
Today was the day of Yu Su’s death. If Yu Su was still so stubborn, let’s see how arrogant she could be later.
At the thought of Yu Su’s miserable consequences, Yu Miao couldn’t help but want to laugh.
Wu Jiang said angrily, “You!”
He choked on his words.
Peng Chan also had a slight smile in his eyes. He pretended to stop him, coughed, and said, “Let’s talk business first. I have something else to do later.” “I’m just giving Master Peng face,” Wu Jiang said while holding back her anger.
Yu Su also had a cold expression on her face. She crossed her arms and asked impatiently, “Tell me, how do you want to resolve this today? I’ll accompany you to the end.”
She put on an arrogant posture.
Peng Chan smiled. He looked at Wu Jiang and asked, “Master Wu, what do you think?”
“My opinion? What opinion? My little disciple was killed by Yu Su in prison, and you’re still asking for my opinion? Can my little disciple come back from the dead?” Wu Jiang slammed the table and said angrily.
He panted, his eyes red and his face filled with helplessness..