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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: A Well-Planned Strategy to Seize the Clan's Control

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(There were guests at home this morning, and the business meetings lasted three or four hours, so this chapter came out a bit later than expected—please forgive me! In the evening, Wan Yu will have to stay up late working again, hehe!) "I never mentioned it specifically, but from the tone, it sounded as if it had been happening recently. As for the meeting location, I never heard anything about that either." Sun Er-gou scratched his head, speaking with some embarrassment. Han Li frowned, clearly indicating that Sun Er-gou's information wasn't entirely accurate—there must be many missing details. After a moment of quiet thought, Han Li suddenly had a brilliant idea. He carefully observed Sun Er-gou and then smiled warmly, saying, "Sun Er-gou, I've been very satisfied with your work these days, especially the latest update—your contribution has been truly outstanding. So I'm planning to reward you generously!" Upon hearing this, Sun Er-gou was overjoyed, his face lighting up with delight. Who would have thought that merely a few whispers could earn such recognition from this esteemed elder, who now intends to reward me generously? It seems he truly values my service—though I wonder just how generously he plans to reward me. Will it be a substantial sum of gold, silver, and precious jewels? Sun Er-gou found himself daydreaming. Any man would aspire to one day possess beautiful women, hold power in his hands, and command the lives of others. The ambition buried deepest within Sun Erou was gently kindled by Han Li's few words, though he still harbored some reservations and had not yet immediately agreed to Han Li's proposal. "Our master and the three senior protectors are no mere novices in martial arts—can you truly subdue them, sir?" Sun Erou softly questioned. "Subdue them? Hah! Do you really think that necessary? Simply eliminate them all!" Han Li sneered, treating them as mere straw. Sun Erou, witnessing this, could not help but shiver. This young lord truly possesses a formidable sense of determination! Should he refuse, he might be dealt with immediately, perhaps even eliminated. "Since you have so highly esteemed me, I hereby offer my life to you, sir. I shall follow your every command." Under Han Li's firm yet gentle persuasion, Sun Erou finally agreed to take the risk. "Excellent—now that's exactly what I wanted!" Han Li nodded satisfied. "Tell me the time when the master has been recently out on business." He asked casually. "Yes, indeed. He's been going every afternoon to Xiao Xiang Pavilion, the most popular teahouse in West City, lately. He's become quite fond of their top performer, Xiao Jinzhi. However, the three senior protectors often accompany him—those visits might prove quite challenging. Perhaps we should wait a few more days and find a better opportunity!" Since he had agreed, Sun Er-gou immediately devoted himself wholeheartedly to securing his own life and prosperity. "No need. Once I know the time and place, removing their lives will be as easy as breathing." Han Li said lightly. "Though, after their deaths, I'm not sure you'll be able to take over the Fourping Guild." "That's true. Within the guild, I'm merely a regular head officer, and there are still many others with higher status and greater experience." Sun Er-gou admitted, slightly embarrassed. "That doesn't matter. As soon as I say you shall be the master of the Fourping Guild, you will become one." "I'll assign you the spirit of the Quhun Sect, eliminate all those who oppose you, and personally protect you for a period of time," Han Li said with confidence. Then, Han Li calmly tapped on the adjacent room's door three times. A moment later, Quhun appeared before the two of them. "Keep this item close to you at all times. As long as you hold it, Quhun will obey your commands, eliminate your enemies, and help you rise to the position of Sect Master." Han Li withdrew the "Yinhun Bell" from his sleeve, gently stroked it, and solemnly handed it to Sun Errou. Anyone who holds the "Yinhun Bell" can summon Quhun even if they are not the owner of the spirit—this is a method Han Li learned from Doctor Mo for controlling Quhun. Furthermore, as long as the original owner of the bell lives and sheds blood upon it, no matter how others tamper with the artifact, their efforts will be futile. Therefore, Han Li has no fear that Sun Errou may harbor ill intentions or plot against him. Sun Er-gou had personally witnessed Qu Hun's magnificent performance, so when he took over the small bell, he was especially delighted and his courage immediately strengthened. "Thank you, sir, for your great favor! I will serve you with my entire heart and soul!" Yet he was also quite perceptive—he knew that even if he truly became the master of the Siping Guild, he would still remain merely a puppet of this esteemed elder. Thus, whenever the opportunity arose, he never ceased to express his loyalty. "Go back and prepare yourself! As soon as that guild master passes away, seize the moment to take over the Siping Guild. But remember one thing: deliver the man who saw the male and female deities intact. I have important matters to discuss with him. Understood?" Han Li's final words were delivered with great seriousness, clearly indicating his deep concern. "Rest assured, sir! I will bring him safely and completely, and never let you down!" Sun Er-gou immediately clasped his chest, making a solemn vow, appearing resolute and devoted. "Good. Take Qu Hun and go down now." "When you come back to see me again, you'll be the master of this group!" Han Li said calmly. "Retreating, your servant!" Sun Er-gou, seeing Han Li give him the clear signal to leave, immediately bowed and exited the room, followed closely by Qu Hun. As soon as Sun Er-gou had stepped out, Han Li rose and walked around the room for a moment. Then, he lightly blew a soft, melodic whistle, and instantly, the cloud-winged bird darted in through the window, landing gracefully on Han Li's shoulder. From his inner pocket, Han Li produced a bottle and poured out a pill—precisely the one the bird loved most, the "Yellow Chest Pill"—which he gently placed in the bird's beak. With a gentle voice, he said, "Little one, follow the person who just stepped out of the room. If he intends to leave this city and escape, alert me immediately." After listening carefully to Han Li's words, the bird, full of spirit and awareness, chirped a few times and then took off again, vanishing into the sky.