God-Level Special Forces Soldier

So, there is no other way aside from this.

Hearing Huang Xiadi’s commanding tone, Huang Feizhong quickly smiled apologetically and said, ”My father has been unwell due to his age and couldn’t personally come to greet you. I hope Young Master Huang can understand!”

”Oh, that’s the case!” Huang Xiadi, following Huang Feihu’s instructions, feigned a look of understanding: ”Your patriarch works tirelessly for the development of the family, truly a model among patriarchs!”

This double-edged remark sounded particularly harsh to Huang Feizhong’s ears. Working tirelessly for family development implied that the Huang family’s ambitions were extending too far; a model among patriarchs suggested that the Huang Family was too independent, like a bird trying to stand out.

However, even if Huang Feizhong understood, he could only agree, ”Thank you, Young Master Huang, for your understanding! Let’s talk inside.” As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to invite them in.

On the road ahead, Huang Feizhong leaned toward Huang Xiadi’s ear and said, ”Young Master Huang, you don’t know...”

Huang Xiadi immediately showed impatience, pushing him away some distance: ”I really don’t like people calling me Young Master Huang. Nearly everyone who knows me is aware of this. It seems you don’t take me seriously!”

Huang Feizhong was taken aback and quickly recalled the complex information until he finally remembered a very inconspicuous note that mentioned Huang Xiadi disliked being called Young Master Huang.

But, because the note was not specifically highlighted and was just a few words in passing, Huang Feizhong hadn’t paid attention.

Moreover, he had reviewed this information just over ten hours ago, or else he might have made an obvious mistake.

Suddenly, Huang Feizhong remembered that the note mentioned Huang Xiadi had given himself a nickname, something like Wild Thirteenth Young Master?

No matter, that must be it!

In a panic, Huang Feizhong quickly said, ”I apologize for the oversight. Might I boldly call you Thirteenth Young Master then?”

Hearing the name Thirteenth Young Master, Huang Xiadi’s expression slightly improved: ”You just said I don’t know, don’t know what?”

Huang Feizhong promptly said, ”It was about that lady I asked my subordinate to invite earlier. I’ve tried many times before, but she was repeatedly stopped by the man beside her.”

”Ha, your Huang Family...”

At this point, a middle-aged man standing silently beside Huang Xiadi coughed and said, ”Young Master, do you want to dine first or rest?”

The words of the person beside him made Huang Xiadi pause, realizing he almost said something wrong.

Before leaving, Huang Feihu repeatedly warned him to be cautious in his words and actions, regardless of how much they targeted the Huang Family, not to criticize their strength.

Huang Xiadi had almost made this mistake; he was about to say, ”Your Huang Family, having been in the Northern Desert for so many years, can’t even handle one person?!”

But recalling now, had he really mocked like that, the other side would likely admit their inadequacy and use it against him.

Realizing this, Huang Xiadi subtly glanced at Huang Feizhong, noticing his face change from expectation to gloom, confirming his guess.

”We’ll just follow your lead!” Huang Xiadi casually replied to the man beside him and continued, ”Where were we just now?”

Huang Feizhong immediately felt a spark of hope, perhaps there was still a chance?!

He hurriedly reminded, ”You were just talking about our Huang Family.”

”Oh right, your Huang Family.” Huang Xiadi said earnestly, ”Your Huang Family is truly impressive to have quickly risen to the top in the Northern Desert, polite to outsiders, truly admirable!”

”We dare not, we dare not!” Huang Feizhong replied, but couldn’t help feeling some regret inside.

However, thinking about the bastard who had collided with him at the airport who was about to face Huang Xiadi, his mood began to improve.

Huang Feizhong understood that his plan to have his subordinate invite Lin Bingxuan for a drink was likely to fail. It would probably be rebuffed, a conclusion that past experiences suggested.

When that happens, he could focus on whether it was mentioned that it was an invitation from the Huang family’s young master.

That burly man might not be the sharpest, but having followed him for years, he knew the man could grasp his intentions.

He didn’t believe that as the dominant force at the Northern Border, the youngest and most pampered son of Patriarch Huang Feihu would calmly accept being rejected.

So, Huang Xiadi would inevitably clash with Xiao Tian, and he could sit aside and enjoy the spectacle he orchestrated.

Thinking of this, Huang Feizhong felt a bit elated, waiting for the report from his subordinate.

...

”Miss, hello, our young master would like to invite you for a meal!”

Prepared to be beaten, the burly man stood in front of Xiao Tian and Lin Bingxuan.

”Not going!”

Lin Bingxuan coldly refused, thinking that she had just barely managed to persuade Xiao Tian not to cause trouble proactively, and now they were coming over on purpose, were they trying to pick a fight?!

The burly man wasn’t surprised by this outcome; he patiently explained, ”It’s mainly a high-profile person who wants to invite you, so you’d better go.”

”A high-profile person? What’s that got to do with me?” Lin Bingxuan said, somewhat amused.

”If you really don’t want to go, can you beat me up a bit so that I have something to report back?” The burly man said with a tearful expression: ”Anyone of you can, just don’t hit the face.”

Hearing this unusually frank request, Lin Bingxuan and Xiao Tian exchanged glances and felt something was off. They then tried to walk away to the side.

However, the persistent burly man also stepped forward, firmly blocking their path.

”Move aside!” Lin Bingxuan, somewhat annoyed, said, ”I’ll count to three, if you don’t move, don’t blame me for being rude!”

”Please go ahead. It’s best to be unkind now.” The burly man, eager to report back, said with anticipation.

Such individuals desperate for a beating were rare even in the experiences of Lin Bingxuan and Xiao Tian.

Seeing him refuse to let them pass without a fight, they felt a bit at a loss as to whether they should hit him or flee...

The saying goes that even a fool can have a moment of clarity; the burly man was living proof at this moment.

As someone not known for wit, he showed remarkable insight in this situation, making it seem as if he had been guided by someone.

Because, whether he provokes a fight or politely issues an invitation, he is sure to get hurt anyway, even possibly beaten badly.

However, by explicitly inviting a beating like this, it surprisingly worked, leaving Xiao Tian and Lin Bingxuan momentarily taken aback, and they probably wouldn’t hit him too hard.

At least, it mitigated the damage more than if he hadn’t invited it so directly.

...

On the other side, Huang Xiadi raised an eyebrow and impatiently asked, ”Why hasn’t your subordinate returned yet?”