"The back courtyard? Forget it. Tyson Tu—I’ve heard about him. He came to Jinnan once and sparred with several special forces soldiers in the military district. One against ten, and he won every time!"
Hugh Hu looked troubled: "That guy is extremely dangerous. Guang Zhengping was there too—his uncle tried to fight Tyson Tu and ended up stuck in the hospital for a year..."
As Hugh Hu talked about it, you could see the lingering fear on his face.
If Wu Zhihan only made Hugh Hu a bit nervous, Tyson Tu was enough to make him turn and run.
"With me here, it’ll be fine."
Evan Lin shook his head. Hearing Evan’s words, Hugh Hu wanted to keep persuading him, but then he suddenly remembered that night—how this same calm boy took a Desert Eagle from Grizzly, aimed it at his own temple in front of everyone, pulled the trigger, and then casually caught the bullet between two fingers.
Not even Tyson Tu, let alone his master Butcher Tu, could pull off something like that.
Thinking of this, Hugh Hu gritted his teeth and followed Evan Lin toward the back courtyard.
Wu family back courtyard.
The courtyard was paved with layers of river stones, each step feeling smooth and cool underfoot.
Unlike the front yard, which was filled with flowers, the back courtyard was much simpler.
Only a huge bonsai banyan tree sat in the corner, beside a stone table carved for playing Go and four stone stools.
Next to the stone stools, an old man lay dozing on a grand Taishi armchair.
He looked about sixty or seventy, but his expression was strong and his white hair hung down, giving him a bit of that immortal, Daoist vibe.
Beside him, a young man in camouflage gently fanned him with a palm-leaf fan. On the other side stood Selina Wu’s mother, Wendy Guan.
Inside the courtyard, aside from the sound of the wind, there was little else to be heard.
The old man’s eyes were half-closed, humming some unknown tune, looking very much at ease.
Only Wendy Guan and Walter Wu looked visibly tense.
Footsteps echoed from the main hall.
Hearing the footsteps, Wendy Guan stood up and turned to look.
Old Master Wu didn’t open his eyes, and Walter Wu, who was fanning him, paused for a moment.
When she saw Sandra Guan coming from the main hall, Wendy Guan hurried over: "Cousin, why did you come in person this time? I thought your husband was coming."
"My son was beaten up—of course I had to come myself. His father is still at the hospital in Oceanport with him and can’t get away."
Sandra Guan smiled as she spoke to Wendy Guan.
Her words were polite, but the dissatisfaction behind them was obvious.
Wendy Guan was Sandra Guan’s cousin, but in reality the relationship was distant—beyond three degrees of kinship. Wendy’s maiden family belonged to a minor branch of the Guans, which is why Gavin Guan would even consider Selina Wu as a match.
Wendy Guan looked a bit embarrassed at Sandra’s words.
Sandra Guan, however, walked right past her and headed for the old master. She gave a slight bow and said, "Old Master Wu, it’s been a long time. My father often speaks of you and asked me to bring you this New Year’s purple pu’er tea—it’s very good for your health."
Sandra Guan took out a small packet of tea, carefully wrapped in tin foil, and handed it over.
Even through the packaging, the tea gave off a refreshing fragrance.
"You’re very thoughtful. It’s rare that your father still remembers what I like." Old Master Wu slowly opened his eyes in the Taishi chair and nodded. He looked at Sandra Guan and said, "What’s your purpose in coming this time? Just say it. We’re all family—no need for roundabout talk."
"And this must be Butcher Tu’s closed-door disciple. I’ve heard of him, but today is the first time we’ve met."
Old Master Wu glanced at Tyson Tu and nodded slightly.
"Old Master Wu, I came today for two reasons. First, to pay you a personal visit—it’s been a while." Sandra Guan smiled, then continued, "Second, as you know, my son Gavin missed Selina, so he brought some friends all the way from Oceanport to Capitalview just to see her."
"But over the years, we all know Selina isn’t interested in Gavin. She prefers Guan Hongxuan, the rising star of the Guan family’s younger generation. It’s no big deal—kids should be free to like whoever they want, and we elders have no right to interfere."
"But if Selina didn’t like Gavin, she could have just rejected him. Instead, she brought her friend and beat Gavin so badly he was hospitalized. He’s still under observation in Oceanport, and the doctors said he nearly ended up crippled for life. Your Wu family owes me an explanation."
Sandra Guan kept smiling.
Wendy Guan sighed beside her. "Sis, this is our Wu family’s fault. I apologize for Selina."
"No need for apologies. I just want you to hand over the one who did the beating. We’ll take care of the rest ourselves." Sandra Guan shook her head.
"I’ve already sent someone to investigate the identity of that person, but so far there’s no result. Even Liu Bayu, the owner of Jingwei Peak, has mysteriously disappeared recently." Wu Zhihan stepped forward and looked at Sandra Guan. "There’s still no progress. Please wait a little longer. As soon as there’s news, I’ll let you know immediately."
Wu Zhihan looked at Sandra Guan, his brows furrowing slightly.
"No need to notify me. I’m running out of patience myself. This time, I hope Old Master Wu can grant me one thing." Sandra Guan waved her hand and continued, "Since Gavin is still in the hospital because of Selina, today I want to take Selina back to Oceanport with me."
"While Gavin is hospitalized, Selina should help take care of him. Of course, in Oceanport, Selina will have to stay in the same hospital room as Gavin until he’s discharged. That’s not too much to ask, is it?"
Sandra Guan’s tone was calm.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Zhihan and Wendy Guan’s faces both changed.
Making Selina Wu serve someone was something they’d never considered.
And having her share a hospital room with Gavin Guan seemed especially excessive.
Old Master Wu lay in the Taishi chair, quietly listening to Sandra Guan. When she finished, he was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "The fault does lie with Selina. I had planned to send her to Oceanport to apologize to Old Guan after some time."
Sandra Guan relaxed at Old Master Wu’s words, a smile appearing on her face.
"But the one who should accept the apology is Old Guan, not you youngsters."
Old Master Wu’s next words made Sandra Guan’s face darken slightly.