Soon, Fang Wuhan arrived at Xue Changjiang’s study.
His face was pale, his eyes somewhat dim, and his whole body exuded a sense of weakness.
This was vastly different from his previous imposing appearance.
Seeing Fang Wuhan , Xue Changjiang’s face darkened.
"Mr. Fang, how are your injuries?"
Fang Wuhan said in a deep voice,
"I have taken the Spiritual Medicine and have recovered about thirty to forty percent, but I need at least half a month to fully recover."
Xue Changjiang’s expression grew somber.
"Is that boy really so powerful that even you are not his match?"
Faced with Xue Changjiang’s puzzlement, Fang Wuhan remained silent.
Honestly, he still hadn’t figured out how he was defeated.
He already understood Zhou Yu’s Golden Cauldron Technique’s defense after their previous exchange.
His final punch had landed squarely on Zhou Yu’s chest, and by his estimation, it should have been enough to cause Zhou Yu severe injury or even break his heart meridian.
However, the result was like hitting solid gold or iron; it didn’t harm Zhou Yu at all but allowed Zhou Yu to severely wound him instead.
He couldn’t understand how Zhou Yu had managed it.
Fang Wuhan shook his head.
Xue Changjiang narrowed his eyes.
"Mr. Fang, once a hero of his own right, now defeated by a young lad, are you just going to accept defeat meekly?"
Fang Wuhan furrowed his brows.
"Mr. Xue, there’s no need to deliberately provoke me. Speak plainly, what do you need me to do?"
Seeing his scheme uncovered, Xue Changjiang maintained his composure and said,
"Mr. Fang, I’ve called you here to ask you to deal with someone."
Fang Wuhan immediately shook his head,
"If you’re asking me to deal with Zhou Yu, forget it."
"I’m still recovering from serious injuries, and I’m no match for him."
Fang Wuhan was not like other martial artists who held themselves in too high regard; he was a very pragmatic person who never cared about appearances.
On one hand, this was a common trait among people from the Northern Desert.
On the other hand, Fang Wuhan bore the hopes of the Northern Desert’s royal family; he didn’t want to die here, especially not for someone like Xue Changjiang, which made it even less worthwhile.
Yet, Xue Changjiang’s expression turned displeased.
"Mr. Fang, over the years, I have always treated you with the highest respect, providing substantial financial support to your family every year. Is this how you repay me?"
Fang Wuhan replied coldly,
"Mr. Xue, that’s not quite right."
"Over these years, the mining resources from my family’s control in the Northern Desert have all been sent to you, haven’t they?"
"You’ve been purchasing them at a price twenty percent below the market rate, and I’ve said nothing about it, have I?"
"Without the support of my Northern Desert’s mining resources, Guangda Chemical wouldn’t have its glory today, would it?"
At these words, Xue Changjiang’s eyes twitched slightly; then, he suddenly revealed a smile.
He stepped forward, came up to Fang Wuhan, and patted his shoulder.
"Mr. Fang, don’t be so stiff."
"Although our relationship is based on mutual benefit, after all these years of cooperation, I believe that our friendship has already surpassed mere interests, hasn’t it?"
"You have misunderstood me, Mr. Fang. I’m not asking you to deal with Zhou Yu, but rather, I want you to help me capture a woman."
Fang Wuhan paused for a moment.
"The He Family, He Xu!"
A cold light flashed in Xue Changjiang’s eyes.
"This woman, she’s Zhou Yu’s woman?"
Xue Changjiang shook his head,
"According to the information I have, Zhou Yu’s woman is only one, and she’s far in Yancheng."
"He Xu is not his woman, and she is also not a martial artist. With your strength, Mr. Fang, capturing her should be effortless."
However, without a moment’s thought, Fang Wuhan outright refused.
"Sorry, Mr. Xue, I do not wish to touch anyone close to Zhou Yu before my injuries have healed."
Fang Wuhan was no fool.
On the contrary, he was someone who had grown up on the edge of death, well-versed in the dangers of the world.
He was all too aware of the enormous energy that seemingly ordinary people, or those who appeared to be insignificant, could unleash.
Besides, given Zhou Yu’s current age and strength, he was already well beyond being considered insignificant.
During these days of recuperation, he had also investigated some of Zhou Yu’s background.
He found that although Zhou Yu was not well-known in Haizhou, he was a powerful figure in Qinzhou.
He believed that Xue Changjiang’s understanding of Zhou Yu was only greater than his own.
Xue Changjiang himself was unwilling to move against Zhou Yu personally but pushed him to act instead, clearly taking him for a fool.
Xue Changjiang had not expected Fang Wuhan to reject his request so bluntly.
His expression instantly grew heavy.
"Mr. Fang, you’re unwilling to help with even this small favor?"
"It seems like Mr. Fang believes the accumulation of these years is enough for you to return to the Northern Desert for your revenge, and you plan to cut ties with me, is that it?"
Hearing this, Fang Wuhan sighed inside.
Xue Changjiang was clearly threatening him.
It had not been easy for his family to recuperate some of its vitality over the years, and this was a critical time; he couldn’t break with Xue Changjiang yet.
He remained silent for a moment, then said,
"Mr. Xue, I am indeed not in the condition to act, given my unhealed injuries."
"However, I understand what you mean."
"You’re not intending to target the woman, your ultimate aim is still Zhou Yu, correct?"
"I can recommend someone to you. This person can help you achieve your goal, and you won’t even have to make a move yourself."
Xue Changjiang raised an eyebrow.