Ethan Clark said, “I’m willing to sell Tiandao Sword Sect to your Longquan Sect. From now on, don’t disturb our peaceful life anymore.”

Brian Foster was a bit surprised.

But then, he felt it was to be expected.

The Lu family was just a widow and an orphan—how could they run Tiandao Sword Sect, how could they compete with Longquan Sect?

“Haha, a wise man submits to circumstances. Ethan Clark, right? I like you. Where are you? We’ll come over right now to handle the property transfer.”

“Right now? It’s so late. How about tomorrow?”

Ethan Clark’s tone carried some hesitation, but his expression was completely calm.

“Tomorrow, huh? I don’t mind, but there’s a lot of traffic on the road. If your mother were to have another accident on her way back to Tiandao Sword Sect, that wouldn’t be good, would it?”

“Don’t do anything rash…”

Ethan Clark’s face didn’t change at all, but his voice sounded panicked: “Now is fine, now is fine. My dad put the Tiandao Sword Sect certification and the sect property deed in a box, up on the beam in the old house. I’ll go get it now. You get the money ready—at least fifty million. I won’t sell for less than fifty million.”

“Fine, the price is negotiable. Bring the documents to Longquan Sect and we’ll make the deal.”

“No, I can’t go to Longquan Sect. I don’t trust you.”

“Oh? Then where do you want to go?”

“To… to Challenger Internet Café. There are a lot of people there. We’ll do the deal there.”

“……”

There was a pause on the other end, then a response: “Internet café?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, internet café it is.”

“Hurry up. We’ll make the deal at nine thirty. If you’re late and there’s no one left in the café, I won’t do it.”

Ethan Clark said nervously, then hurriedly hung up the phone.

Once the call ended, all the tension and panic on his face disappeared.

His expression was calm.

He turned around, used his phone to unlock a shared bike by the roadside, and rode back to Tiandao Sword Sect.

When he came out of Tiandao Sword Sect, he was carrying a box covered in dust.

Chapter 3 Internet Café

Challenger Internet Café.

Three luxury sedans stopped at the same time.

The car doors opened, and several burly figures leapt out.

Leading them was none other than the head of Longquan Sect, one of Qimingxing City’s top martial artists, a master of the Qi and Blood Realm—Brian Foster.

At his side were his six most trusted disciples, each a registered martial artist, their cultivation ranging from intermediate to advanced body refinement.

Once the seven of them got out, three people quietly walked out from inside the Challenger Internet Café.

“Master, we’ve checked—no other martial artists found.”

“Hm?”

Brian Foster had brought his most elite disciples with him, prepared for a last-ditch struggle from Tiandao Sword Sect. But in the end, nothing?

“We’ve investigated Ethan Clark. His biggest hobbies are playing on his phone, surfing the internet, and making videos. He’s an honest kid, not the scheming type.”

“Oh?”

Brian Foster glanced at the entrance of the internet café. “Did he really choose this place for the deal just because there are a lot of people?”

“A few years ago, he used to sneak into this internet café all the time. He’s familiar with it, feels safe here.”

Someone sneered, “Besides, he’s just an eighteen-year-old kid. If he didn’t come to an internet café, would he even know how to talk business in a teahouse or hotel?”

This was Brian Foster’s eldest disciple, William Harris, a skilled practitioner at the advanced body refinement stage.

He was also one of Longquan Sect’s four top experts.

He, along with George Baker and Andrew Cooper, who had come earlier to scout, and John Reed, who stayed behind to guard the sect, were known as the Four Vajras of Longquan Sect.

“Some people are just stubborn. We tried to buy his Tiandao Sword Sect nicely, but he refused. See? After two car accidents, he finally agreed.”

Andrew Cooper sneered, “Good thing he gave in quickly. Otherwise, the next one to get run over would have been him.”

“Don’t always think about solving problems with violence.”

Brian Foster chuckled, “We’re civilized people. We should reason things out and follow the law.”

He had also read Ethan Clark’s file.

Only eighteen, a student at City No. 1 High School, with no real combat experience—not even considered part of the martial arts world.

A kid who’d never even left his ivory tower—how could he possibly compete with them?

“Master is right. We’re all honest people.”

“Let’s go in.”

Brian Foster gave the order.

Immediately, three disciples led the way, three guarded the sides, and three brought up the rear as they entered the Challenger Internet Café.

As soon as they walked in…

A thick, smoky atmosphere hit them.

In recent years, most internet cafés had been renovated into upscale cybercafés, with upgraded facilities and even smoke-free environments. But Challenger Internet Café clearly hadn’t joined that trend.

So, under the lights, smoke curled in the air, and the smell was choking.

Brian Foster frowned, but said nothing.

Old internet cafés were always like this.

Soon, under George Baker’s lead, the group arrived at the largest private room in the back of the café.

Thanks to the popularity of competitive gaming, this room had five computers and a bed for resting, covering about twenty square meters.

But the environment…

It was an old internet café, and even had a bit of a damp smell.

As Brian Foster and the others entered, Ethan Clark, wearing a mask like some underground operative, immediately stood up, gripping his sword tightly.

The layout of the room was simple—besides the computers and the bed, everything was in plain sight. There was nowhere to hide anyone.