Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Strive to Be Their Dog
Yan Qingshan, the new president of the Central State Martial Arts Department!
Yang Zheng knew about this!
In fact, he had personally attended Yan Qingshan’s inauguration ceremony just yesterday to offer his congratulations!
And he was absolutely certain that the voice on the phone was Yan Qingshan’s!
"In that case, just do as my master... as Mr. Jiang says. I will take good care of your son." Yan Qingshan’s voice was filled with cold indifference.
"Understood. I get it." Yang Zheng nodded emphatically, then looked at Jiang Xinghai.
Jiang Xinghai’s expression was placid. He spoke into the phone, "Old Yan, that’s all for now."
"Yes, Mr. Jiang. You take care." Yan Qingshan’s tone instantly became warm and respectful.
Then, the call ended.
Yang Zheng’s gaze was now filled with utter shock and an unprecedented level of respect.
’Old Yan?’
’The esteemed president of the Central State Martial Arts Department, Yan Qingshan, was actually being called "Old Yan" by Jiang Xinghai?’
’And not only did Yan Qingshan show no anger at the address, he even seemed to be fawning over him?’
HISS!!!
Yang Zheng gasped, his heart pounding with growing unease, yet also with immense relief.
’Could someone who commands such respect from Yan Qingshan be from the Provincial City’s Martial Arts Department?’
’Or perhaps, the scion of a family that not even Yan Qingshan would dare to offend?’
CLICK.
Jiang Xinghai silently lit a cigarette and glanced at the time.
"Mr. Jiang, I unintentionally offended you just now. Please forgive me." Yang Zheng immediately bowed by his side.
"I want an answer," Jiang Xinghai said, taking a light drag from his cigarette.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Yang Zheng said, "I am willing to submit. I, Yang Zheng, am willing to submit."
Without another word, Jiang Xinghai reached out and touched the spot between Yang Zheng’s eyebrows.
BOOM—
A vast stream of spiritual energy seeped into the space between Yang Zheng’s eyebrows, like a dagger suspended inside his mind.
The *Soul Control* imprint was thus formed.
Jiang Xinghai now had a detailed understanding of Yang Zheng. "Seven children, with Yang Zhuo being the youngest. You’ve spoiled him, haven’t you?"
"Master, this old slave has been derelict in his discipline." Yang Zheng had now become one of Jiang Xinghai’s servants.
"Go to Central State. Warn your son. He knows what he did wrong." Jiang Xinghai got into his car, ready to leave.
"Master, why not stay the night? Allow this old slave to provide you with the finest hospitality," Yang Zheng said, hurrying forward.
"No."
Jiang Xinghai shook his head. "I won’t be coming to An City often in the future. You should continue living as you always have. Of course, I can’t rule out the possibility that I might have a use for you someday. That’s all."
"This old slave understands."
Yang Zheng now truly understood the extent of Jiang Xinghai’s power. A sliver of hope bloomed in his heart, and he hurriedly said, "Master, I have five sons and two daughters. The second and third are girls—twins, in fact. In terms of looks and beauty, they could be considered nation-toppling beauties. Perhaps tonight you could..."
"No. I have important matters to attend to tonight. Some other time," Jiang Xinghai said, not entirely refusing Yang Zheng’s offer.
This was also why, ever since he started cultivating the *Dragon Locking Secret Technique*, he needed to have women by his side frequently.
"I see. This old slave understands. I will have my two daughters preserve their chastity and await Master’s arrival." Hoping to express his loyalty and use this chance to curry favor with Jiang Xinghai, Yang Zheng had no choice but to offer up his own two daughters.
"I’m leaving."
Jiang Xinghai drove away.
"Take care, Master!"
Yang Zheng watched until the Land Rover was completely out of sight before turning to look at the men collapsed by the entrance.
"Patriarch..."
The bearded man was the most dumbfounded of all. How could he have imagined that in such a short time, his master had become Jiang Xinghai’s servant?
"You damn bastards! Tell me right now how you managed to provoke Mr. Jiang!" To this moment, Yang Zheng still didn’t understand how his son, Yang Zhuo, had come into conflict with Jiang Xinghai.
The bearded man immediately recounted everything he knew.
"Holy shit!"
Upon hearing the story, Yang Zheng staggered. "That bastard Zhuo never learns, does he? He dares to touch just any woman?"
"Patriarch, we..."
"Shut up!"
Yang Zheng waved a hand dismissively. "Get the car ready! I’m leaving for the Central State Martial Arts Department at once. Hurry!"
「Half an hour later.」
Yang Zheng arrived at the Central State Martial Arts Department.
"Dad... Daddy..."
At that moment, Yang Zhuo was standing numbly in a corner of the Martial Arts Department courtyard. Seeing Yang Zheng arrive, he called out in a hoarse, sorrowful voice.
If Yan Qingshan hadn’t intervened, it would have taken at least half a year for Yang Zhuo’s voice to recover.
"Of all the people you could have fucking provoked!"
Yang Zheng strode forward and gave Yang Zhuo two hard slaps across the face. "You listen to me from now on! Whenever you see Mr. Jiang or those two women, you tuck your tail between your legs and behave! Got it?!"
Yang Zhuo looked completely bewildered.
THUD!
Yang Zheng kicked him again. "Did you fucking hear me or not?"
"Yes-yes-yes, I remember!" Yang Zhuo was terrified.
"And another thing!"
Yang Zheng hauled Yang Zhuo to his feet. "From now on, if you see anyone else show the slightest disrespect to Mr. Jiang’s two lady friends, you will step up and protect them with your life! If you’re lucky enough to be their dog, it would be your honor!"
"Dad! I remember! I’ll do my best to become their dog!" Yang Zhuo burst into tears, thoroughly terrified.
