"Even a god-tier assassin would be at most my level. Like King Wang, a Mingxin Martial King, do you think he would work as an assassin for others?" Ye Tian sneered.
Ren Ping replied, "Of course not. Even a Vajra Martial King like yourself, brother, wouldn't likely be an assassin without a special reason."
"Exactly. As a Vajra Martial King, any casual undertaking would earn more than being an assassin," Ye Tian stated.
Ren Ping chuckled, "Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease."
"Assassins are involved in illicit dealings. They might not be overwhelmingly powerful, but they are certainly skilled in assassination. Therefore, we cannot afford to be careless and must prepare for the worst," Ye Tian cautioned.
"It depends on whether the person who wants me dead is willing to pay a higher price to hire a god-tier assassin," Ren Ping mused.
"What if this god-tier assassin fails again?" Ye Tian inquired.
Ren Ping laughed, "If another god-tier assassin is captured, Yongye will likely engrave my name on the 'Non-Killing Stele'."
Ye Tian was very curious, "The Non-Killing Stele? What is that?"
"Yongye engraves the names of targets that cause them heavy losses and whom they are unable to assassinate onto a bronze stele called the Non-Killing Stele. It's said that the names on the Non-Killing Stele do not exceed thirty. If I can be listed there, it would be considered making history, wouldn't it?" Ren Ping explained.
At this moment, Ren Ping's men arrived. They took the ghost ninja away and were responsible for the subsequent interrogation.
Back at Ren Ping's home, Ye Tian meditated on the balcony of the living room, while Ren Ping's family soon went to bed.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, after breakfast, the two went to work together.
As soon as they arrived at the office, Ren Ping received a piece of intelligence. Upon reading it, he smiled and said, "My informant says Yongye has given up on assassinating me."
"They gave up so quickly?" Ye Tian asked.
"It's also possible that Yongye is creating a diversion to make me lower my guard. I won't fall for their trick," Ren Ping stated.
Ye Tian hummed, "That's certainly a possibility."
Thus, Ye Tian and Ren Ping remained inseparable, eating and living together.
On the third day after returning to the capital, Lin Ziyi called, saying that the company intending to acquire their business wanted to meet them that evening to discuss the acquisition.
Upon hearing this, Ren Ping suddenly smiled and said, "Let's talk with them. I'll go with you."
Ye Tian replied, "Old Ren, these scoundrels are treating me like a doormat. If nothing unexpected happens, tonight is their setup."
Ren Ping chuckled, "With me here, they'll be finished, even if they were the King of Heaven!"
"Let's wait and see. If these people remain stubborn, I'll deal with them properly," Ye Tian declared.
At six-thirty in the evening, in a luxurious reception hall of a well-known hotel in the capital, Ye Tian, Lin Ziyi, and Ren Ping pushed open the door.
Four people were seated in the hall, all middle-aged men, sitting upright on the sofas. As Ye Tian and the other two entered, they all stood up.
One of them smiled faintly at Ye Tian and said, "Mr. Ye, Miss Lin, the four of us have been waiting for you for a long time."
Ye Tian sat opposite them and smiled, "The little trick at the airport last time was your doing, wasn't it?"
A middle-aged man with severe baldness said indifferently, "Mr. Ye, can you agree to the terms we offered earlier?"
"What terms?" Ye Tian asked, feigning ignorance.
The middle-aged man stated, "Five hundred billion to acquire Baozhi Company."
Ye Tian shook his head, "Once Baozhi Company is listed, its market value will be at least two trillion. You want to buy it for five hundred billion? Impossible."
A middle-aged man with a long, thin face said coldly, "Mr. Ye, to be frank, even if you received these five hundred billion, you might not live to spend it!"
Ye Tian responded, "Oh? Are you threatening me?"
The thin-faced man replied, "You can interpret it that way. We know you have some skills, but they are merely parlor tricks. Today, we will let you witness true martial world experts!"
From the door opposite, a man dressed in a bright red monk's robe emerged. He appeared to be a monk from Tibet, holding a prayer wheel and chanting in a strange tone.
Upon hearing the sound, everyone in the hall felt a wave of dizziness. The monk walked up to Ye Tian and said calmly, "Kneel."