After Wang Jin had turned away, Uncle Shan leaned closer to Yuan Heng and whispered, "Young Master Yuan, the young master is still young and lacks self-control. You must exercise restraint. You are still merely his guardian. You cannot engage in such intimate behavior with the young master in front of so many people..."
"......" Upon hearing this, Yuan Heng's knuckles twitched, making it difficult for him to form a fist. The tips of his ears turned visibly red... His long eyelashes fluttered briefly before he lowered his gaze, concealing the hint of embarrassment in his eyes...
"I will be careful, Uncle Shan."
His voice was deep, somewhat hoarse, as if suppressing some innate nature, yet it still seemed steady and reliable. Uncle Shan nodded with satisfaction and went after Wang Jin.
Yuan Heng waved his hand, dismissing the eliminated beastmen. The remaining guards lined up in the courtyard, waiting for assignments.
Wang Jin came before Xiao Xiao, Xiao He, and the others.
Those people feared Yuan Heng, but they were not afraid of Wang Jin. Seeing Wang Jin approach, they even raised their heads to glare fiercely at him.
"You... you still don't control your beastman!" Xiao He mustered his courage to say.
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, but the person was not afraid—instead, he raised his head even higher, like a proud peacock.
This state didn't last long. Wang Jin saw him lower his head like a lost dog. Wang Jin glanced back slightly and indeed found Yuan Heng standing behind him.
These gers... they really know how to bully the weak and fear the strong.
"Take me to the accounts room." Wang Jin said, kicking Xiao Xiao.
"..." Xiao Xiao, having been kicked, looked up furiously, but upon seeing the man behind Wang Jin, he didn't dare to act recklessly. However, he still did not obey the order.
Yuan Heng narrowed his eyes dangerously, wanting to step forward. Wang Jin pressed a hand against him: "Brother Heng, don't dirty your hands with this matter. Let me handle it."
The man had always been unwilling to bother with ger. For him, a beastman, to lay hands on a ger was unjustifiable and beneath his dignity.
Wang Jin glanced at the guards standing stiffly at attention and said to them: "Pick up the wooden sticks from the ground and come here."
The guards paused, then obediently stepped forward.
Wang Jin signaled them to surround Xiao Xiao and the others...
The guards were each strong and sturdy, with fierce faces, and they held weapons like wooden sticks and long whips...
Xiao Xiao and the others were terrified, their faces pale, shrinking together tremblingly, delicate and weak.
"You... what do you want to do?" Xiao He asked, his voice trembling.
Wang Jin said: "Whatever I want to do, you can't resist anyway, right?"
"..." Xiao Xiao and Xiao He paused, looking at each other.
Wang Jin said: "I'll say it one more time. Take me to the accounts room. Otherwise, I will really do something."
As Wang Jin spoke, he signaled to the beastmen. Understanding his meaning, the beastmen moved closer to the gers. Xiao Xiao and Xiao He trembled even more violently and finally yielded: "Wait... we'll take you."
After saying this, they stood up on shaking legs and walked ahead.
Wang Jin brought the guards, Yuan Heng, and Uncle Shan, following behind.
Watching this, Uncle Shan was astonished that Xiao Xiao and Xiao He were actually so afraid of Wang Jin, and that Wang Jin faced the two without any of his previous panicked and flustered appearance. Beyond his shock, his heart was filled with wild joy.
He had waited for so many years for the young master to become strong. Now, the young master could finally stand on his own.
Moreover, the young master knew the most important place in this building—the accounts room.
He had told the young master more than once that he needed to take control of the account books and the finances, but the young master was always too timid to bring it up...
This time, he hadn't even said anything, yet the young master understood the importance of the finances... Uncle Shan's face was full of relief...
His young master had finally grown up.
The accounts room was located in a separate small courtyard in the back garden of the building. Inside was a dedicated bookkeeper, a middle-aged ger. When he saw Wang Jin enter, the bookkeeper glanced over, then completely ignored him and continued with his work as if Wang Jin didn't exist.
After a moment, as if remembering something, he lazily added: "There's no money in the accounts, Young Master. You may leave."
"..." Wang Jin's eye twitched, his face turning green then black.
It seemed that in this building, apart from Uncle Shan, no one treated the original owner as a master. Forget a master, judging by this, they had not even respected the original owner as a normal person.
Wang Jin uncontrollably curled his fingers, a fierce look in his eyes. He stepped forward, tapped lightly on the desk, and said: "What if I insist on withdrawing money today?"
The ger's voice contained a strong anger, as if, should he refuse, that anger would erupt with immense energy and assault him.
The bookkeeper originally had no intention of paying attention to this person's words, but sensing the fierceness in his tone, he finally looked up.
The delicate features of the ger before him seemed as if they had been meticulously drawn stroke by stroke with a fine brush. The fine hairs on his fair skin were clearly visible, and his small face could probably be covered by a single hand...
This person still had the delicate appearance from memory, but the feeling he gave off was completely different...
In the past, he was timid and weak, his eyes darting around, not daring to look directly at others. Despite having a pretty face, his cowering made him seem dull and wooden.
But the person before him was lively and confident, staring at him with those clear, bright eyes. His black pupils reflected the bookkeeper's image, and at the very center, it was as if a fire was burning. The way he looked now made it seem like that fire was scorching his reflection, sending a chill down his spine.
His fingers paused slightly. He suddenly felt that the person before him was somewhat unfamiliar. It was the same face, but he felt that the person before him was not the Xi Yao he could easily bully before, but rather a young master who would bite if not treated properly...
For a moment, he didn't dare to speak. Wang Jin tapped the desk again and said: "I said, what if I insist on withdrawing money today?"
"..." The bookkeeper lowered his eyes in thought, then put on a rogue's expression and said: "Young Master, our pavilion truly has no money..."
"Bang!" Wang Jin randomly grabbed the bookkeeper's teacup from the desk and threw it at him. The fire in his heart was impossible to suppress.
The people outside heard the noise from inside and immediately rushed in.
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