From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

As soon as it was light, breakfast was already laid out in the main hall of Tiger Soul Hall.

When Lu Yunzhou entered, Huo Lie was sitting in the main seat drinking tea.

Sitting next to him was a woman in her forties, wearing a light gray dress, with her hair neatly tied up, and an old leather bag on the table.

The woman looked up and nodded to Lu Yunzhou.

Huo Lie put down his teacup and introduced, "This is my wife, Su Yun."

Su Yun stood up and made way for him, her voice gentle: "Mr. Lu, thank you for giving Huo Lie face last night."

Lu Yunzhou pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up a steamed bun from the table, and took a bite.

"The one who should be thanked is Master Huo. Leon bought my life, and he didn't go too far in handling the situation."

Huo Lie's face twitched.

Su Yun poured him a cup of tea, her movements very gentle, so that the rim of the cup didn't touch the table.

"You're discussing cooperation with Huo Lie, but you don't plan to join the Tiger Soul Hall?"

"I only do business, I don't acknowledge anyone as my master."

Lu Yunzhou answered decisively.

Su Yun looked at him, her hand resting on her purse, and after a few seconds asked, "Do you have anyone who can investigate old cases?"

Lu Yunzhou looked up.

"What case?"

"A case from many years ago. We investigated for a long time, but the clues always ended up in the same place."

Su Yun opened her purse and took out several yellowed sheets of paper.

Several names were written on the paper, with the date and location marked next to them. The handwriting was clear, but the corners had been curled up.

She pressed down on one of the lines with her finger.

"These people are all dead. They had contact with the same batch of goods before they died. I haven't found out where the goods came from or whose warehouse they ended up in."

Lu Yunzhou glanced at it and asked, "How much does Huo Lie know?"

"They know I'm investigating, and they know who I'm investigating."

"He didn't help you?"

Su Yun carefully put the paper away, her expression unchanged.

"He helped a few times, but I told him to stop interfering later."

Lu Yunzhou swallowed the steamed bun and wiped his hands with a tissue.

Why?

"If he intervenes, others will immediately move to another location. If I, a woman, investigate alone, the commotion will be much smaller."

Huo Lie frowned and tapped his hand on the table.

Su Yun turned her head to look at him: "Don't worry about it."

Huo Lie opened his mouth, but finally picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Lu Yunzhou made a judgment based on the couple's reaction.

Su Yun has kept the clues she has for many years and is not in a hurry to come forward when investigating people.

Huo Lie was used to solving problems with his fists, but she was willing to wait for several years with a piece of paper.

This kind of person is even more difficult to deal with than Huo Lie.

"You've found out who your enemy is, what are you going to do?"

Lu Yunzhou asked.

Su Yun fastened her purse, her tone remaining calm: "Gather all the evidence first, then make him admit it."

Lu Yunzhou nodded.

"You can contact me if you need anything."

"it is good."

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

The gang member hurried in and bowed his head to report: "Gang leader, Zhuo Chongshan, the president of the Martial Arts Association, has arrived, along with his grandson Zhuo Zheng."

Huo Lie lowered his brows.

Without waiting for anyone to announce their arrival, Zhuo Chongshan led Zhuo Zheng directly into the hall.

The old man was dressed in a black robe and leaned on an ebony cane, followed by four martial artists.

Zhuo Zheng walked beside him, his face filled with disdain.

Huo Lie stood up and took two steps to greet him, his voice lowering: "President Zhuo, you've come so early in the morning. Please speak frankly."

Zhuo Chongshan stopped in the hall, his ebony cane falling to the ground with a dull thud.

"Master Huo, I've come to see Lu Yunzhou today."

Lu Yunzhou put down his teacup and looked up at him.

Zhuo Chongshan pointed at him, his tone immediately hardening: "The day Huo Chengyuan was poisoned wasn't as simple as you described. You two colluded, using a young swindler as a front to cheat the Huo family out of 800 million in medical fees. Now you want to use the name of Hupotang to protect him?"

Su Yun paused in her act of serving tea.

Huo Lie glanced at Lu Yunzhou but did not answer.

Lu Yunzhou leaned back in his chair and asked, "Did you see me cheat people out of money with your own eyes?"

"I watched Huo Chengyuan grow up. I know exactly what kind of poison he was poisoned with."

Zhuo Chongshan raised his voice: "You're just a retired soldier, what medical skills do you know? You dare to ask for 800 million with just a few silver needles? Do you think Sheng'an's money is so easy to take?"

"The money was given to us voluntarily by the Huo family."

Lu Yunzhou pushed the teacup aside.

"Huo Chengyuan is still alive. If you're not convinced, go ask him."

Zhuo Zheng took a step forward and clenched his fist.

"Stop trying to talk your way out of this with my grandfather. Last time at the hospital, the Huo family protected you, so I didn't have a chance to make a move. Do you dare to fight me today?"

Lu Yunzhou looked at Huo Lie: "The guest you invited wants to take action in your house."

Huo Lie did not respond.

He gestured for his men to step back, then led Su Yun to the side of the hall, leaving the middle seat empty.

Su Yun glanced at him, her eyes slightly raised.

"You were planning to watch the show all along?"

Huo Lie touched the bridge of his nose: "Let's see how much strength he really has."

Lu Yunzhou heard it clearly, and his expression darkened.

Zhuo Zheng had already rushed over.

His feet stomped on the floor tiles, and his shoulders and back exerted force simultaneously, channeling his fourth-grade internal energy from his waist and abdomen to his arms.

He kicked a wooden chair in the hall, sending it hurtling sideways towards Lu Yunzhou.

Lu Yunzhou dodged to the side.

The wooden chair crashed against the wall and split in two.

Zhuo Zheng used the cover to get closer and threw a series of punches.

The first punch is aimed at the face, the second at the ribs, and the third at the abdomen.

The force of the punch grazed his clothes, and the tea on the table was knocked over the rim of the cup.

Lu Yunzhou stood still, raising only one hand.

His palm always anticipates Zhuo Zheng's fist by half a step ahead.

The fist struck the palm with a series of muffled thuds.

Zhuo Zheng tried to touch the hem of his clothes seven times, but he still couldn't reach it.

Zhuo Chongshan's expression changed.

Zhuo Zheng gritted his teeth, turned around, grabbed a wooden chair, and swung it at Lu Yunzhou's waist.

Lu Yunzhou kicked the chair leg away, causing the wooden chair to crash into the table next to it, scattering plates all over the floor.

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and gripped his wrist, his fingers tightening.

Zhuo Zheng's body stopped, his arm was pressed down to his chest, and his other fist was still hanging in mid-air.

He tried to pull away, but his wrist wouldn't budge.

Lu Yunzhou took a step forward, shoved his arm away with his shoulder, and grabbed his throat with his other hand.

Zhuo Zheng's feet left the ground.

He grabbed Lu Yunzhou's arms with both hands, his face quickly turned red, and he kicked his feet several times in mid-air.

Lu Yunzhou carried him with one hand, while the other hand hung at his side, his breathing perfectly steady.

The entire Huo family in the hall stopped in their tracks.

Su Yun looked at Zhuo Zheng's dangling legs and slowly pressed her palm down on the purse.

"Let go of my grandson!"

Zhuo Chongshan gripped the ebony staff tightly, his voice becoming shrill.

Lu Yunzhou turned to look at him, increasing the pressure in his hand.

"You just said I'm a liar."

Zhuo Zheng managed to squeeze out a few hoarse sounds, his legs twitching incessantly.

"Do you see it clearly now?"

Zhuo Chongshan stared at Lu Yunzhou, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He finally realized that Huo Lie had not participated in any scam at all.

A young man who could lift a fourth-rank martial artist with one hand, his true energy flowed without any leakage, yet his strength overwhelmed Zhuo Zheng, leaving him unable to retaliate.

This person is definitely not an ordinary martial artist specializing in true qi.