"What... what do you want?" Leon Liang took another step back, his fear plain for all to see.
He didn't even have the courage to fight. To think he's supposed to be an Innate Master—how did he ever reach that realm?
Ian Song shook his head inwardly and looked at Leon Liang. "You owed me eight hundred million before. Now that you've forced me to reveal my true strength, I'll take another five hundred million. That makes 1.3 billion in total. Pay up and I'll let it go. If you don't, I'll be very angry—and you can imagine the consequences yourself!"
Hearing that Ian Song only wanted money, Leon Liang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid Ian would kill him in a fit of rage.
"Fine, I'll pay!" But as soon as he said it, he felt a stab of pain. Including the previous four hundred million, he'd lost 1.7 billion tonight—more than he'd make in a year.
To save his own life, Leon Liang moved fast. In less than five minutes, he transferred over 2.6 billion to Ian Song's account, pushing Ian's total funds past three billion.
Three billion—before he got the ring system, Ian would never have dreamed of earning that much. Yet now, he'd made it in less than a year.
"Brother Ian, would you be interested in visiting my Hai Family sometime?"
As they left the casino, Harvey Hai extended the invitation to Ian Song.
"Director Hai, do you know Helen Hai?" Ian Song asked with a smile.
"She's my niece, my elder brother's daughter. Why, do you know her, little brother?"
Ian Song replied, "I met Miss Hai once at Redleaf Mountain Resort in Seaside City. I have other business today, but I'll definitely visit the Hai Family another time!"
"All right then. Since you've got things to do, I won't insist. But when you have time, you must come visit—we'll roll out the red carpet for you!"
"Sounds good." Ian nodded. As the saying goes, more friends means more opportunities. The Hai Family and the Nangong Family don't get along, so the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Ian was more than happy to make this connection.
After a round of polite farewells, both sides waved and parted ways.
On the way back, Ian drove while Hannah Han sat in the passenger seat, her expression complicated. She never dreamed Ian had such skills—not just a legendary martial artist, but someone who could earn over two billion with a wave of his hand.
Han Dayuan also kept quiet, strongly determined to match Ian Song with Hannah.
First, Ian was incredibly strong—even a boss like Leon Liang had to back down before him. Second, he was loaded. If Ian became his son-in-law, no one would dare mess with them, and they'd have money to burn.
A few dozen minutes later, the car smoothly pulled into the housing complex where Hannah Han's family lived.
"Uncle, Hannah's home. Let's get out of the car!" Ian Song said with a smile to the pair.
"Oh!"
Hannah responded and got out of the car, but Han Dayuan was even quicker—he rushed to open the door and then opened Ian Song's door for him. "Please, Young Master Song!"
"Uncle Han, what are you doing? How could I let you open the door for me?" Ian Song said, a little flustered.
"Young Master Song, you're a man of real ability! Not just opening the door—I'd gladly shine your shoes if you asked!" Han Dayuan said, grinning from ear to ear.
Seeing her father act like a total lackey, Hannah felt deeply embarrassed and uncomfortable. She mocked, "Ian Song, if someone wants to be your lackey, don't be shy about it!"
Hearing Hannah's words, Han Dayuan's face changed, but remembering his future plans depended on her, he just smiled and said, "Young Master Song, see, even Hannah doesn't mind. Please, get out!"
"Hmph!"
Unable to watch any longer, Hannah snorted and headed toward the entrance.
Ian had no choice but to get out of the car, saying to Han Dayuan, "Uncle Han, please don't do that again. I really can't accept it!"
"All right, I'll be more careful in the future!"
Jenny Han saw her husband finally come home and couldn't help greeting him with concern. "Dayuan, where have you been these past few days? You have no idea how worried I've been!"
"Worried about what? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? Haven't you seen Young Master Song here? Go make some tea!" Han Dayuan snapped at Jenny Han, showing his vulgar, bossy side.
Watching all this, Hannah felt even more ashamed. How did she end up with a dad like this? She wondered what Ian Song must think of her.
"Young Master Song?" Jenny Han was confused, clearly not understanding who Han Dayuan meant.
"Idiot, isn't this Young Master Song right here!" Han Dayuan said, pointing at Ian Song.
"Isn't he just Little Song?" Jenny Han was even more puzzled and instinctively looked at Hannah. Her daughter had introduced Ian Song as her student before.
"What do you know? Young Master Song is our family's lucky star! Go make some tea, and when you're done, buy some good wine and food!" As he spoke, Han Dayuan shoved a thousand yuan into Jenny Han's hand. After all, you have to spend money to make money.
Staring at the thousand yuan in her hand, Jenny Han was stunned. Her husband had never given her money since he got hooked on gambling—he only ever asked her for it.
An hour later, in the Han family's dining room.
The table was loaded with dishes. The four members of the Han family and Ian Song sat together; the atmosphere was fairly harmonious, except for Henry Han, who'd come home from school half an hour earlier and was glaring at Ian with open hostility.
"Little Song, I've never admired anyone in my life, but today you opened my eyes. Here's to you! When you and Hannah go back to Seaside City, you have to take good care of her!" Han Dayuan raised his glass. At Ian's insistence, Han Dayuan had switched from calling him 'Young Master Song' to 'Little Song.'
Hannah instantly froze. She knew exactly what her shameless dad was up to—he'd seen Ian's money and wanted to push her into his arms.
At the same time, Henry Han's face darkened, and his glare at Ian Song grew even more unfriendly.
"Uncle Han, you're too kind," Ian said with a smile, raising his glass. He was sharp enough to see through Han Dayuan's scheme, but noticing Hannah's awkward look, he added, "Hannah's my homeroom teacher—I'm her student. I'm lucky if she doesn't give me trouble!"
"Glad you know!" Hannah shot him a glare.
"Haha, it's all the same! All the same! Come on, let's drink!" Han Dayuan laughed, then said to Hannah, "Hannah, you drink too."
"I'm not drinking!" Hannah said coldly.
Han Dayuan's face fell. "What, you think you're grown now and don't have to listen to your dad? I'm happy tonight—what's wrong with having a few drinks together?"
"Hannah, it's just at home—having a few drinks is fine!" Jenny Han added, trying to persuade her.
"All right, I'll have a little." Hannah said helplessly.
Next, Han Dayuan didn't just drink with Ian Song—he dragged Hannah into it too. In barely ten minutes, Hannah was thoroughly drunk. Seeing this, Han Dayuan flashed a scheming smile, waved his hand, and had Jenny Han help Hannah to her room to sleep, while he kept drinking with Ian.
Noticing Han Dayuan's expression, Ian Song's gaze turned cold; his opinion of Han Dayuan dropped even further.
After a few more drinks, Han Dayuan grew anxious—Ian showed no signs of getting drunk. Han Dayuan's plan was to get both Ian and Hannah drunk, then put them together on the same bed. Sparks would fly, and he could become the father-in-law of a billionaire.
"Henry, come have a few drinks with Little Song!" Han Dayuan suddenly said, his eyes gleaming.
"I'll drink, but I'm using a bowl. You dare?" Henry Han challenged Ian Song.
Ian had no idea why this kid disliked him, but since Henry wanted to provoke him, Ian was happy to oblige—and show him who's boss.