Of course, Ye Hao would leave some surveillance equipment in Pakistan for Ran Tai, as Huaxia is so far away that it's impossible to monitor this side.

The three quickly left the oil field and hurried back to Karachi.

After returning to Karachi, Ye Hao had Qin Qing and Zheng Guang fully assist Aixinjueluo Xiaolong, while he went to Mude Garden to visit General Mude.

Aixinjueluo Xiaolong was very polite to Zheng Guang and Qin Qing, constantly addressing them as Qin and Elder Zheng along the way. He sighed internally, it seemed he had only seen the tip of the iceberg of Ye Hao's power!

However, to gain the favor of the noble Ye Hao is indeed a great honor!

Aixinjueluo Xiaolong, along with Qin Qing and Zheng Guang, returned to the Black Entertainment Club, which had now been renamed to the Eight Banner Sect Entertainment Club.

At this moment, Aixinjueluo Kang Long was happily watching people dance in front of him. Being someone who appreciates the old ways, he enjoyed watching the kind of sleeve-waving dance from the past.

"Good, good!" Aixinjueluo Kang Long praised enthusiastically.

Wu Lin, beside him, smiled cheerfully, his eyes casually surveying the surroundings.

Both Feng Han and Zhou Mingjie applauded, feeling extremely joyful after taking over the eastern region of Karachi, happily listening to the music and admiring the dance.

At this moment, Aixinjueluo Xiaolong came in from outside, followed by Qin Qing and Zheng Guang. Zheng Guang looked like a caretaker, showing no sign of fluctuation, but it was Qin Qing's innate beginner aura that was evident.

Upon entering, Aixinjueluo Kang Long blinked a few times in surprise, quickly asking the dancers to leave. He anxiously approached Xiaolong, asking, "Xiaolong, weren't you supposed to be at Harvard? How come you're still in Karachi? And who are these people?"

Aixinjueluo Kang Long also noticed Qin Qing's aura, so he asked somewhat shocked. He didn't even have anyone among his followers who could reach the twelfth stage of National Martial Arts, so where did someone as powerful as Qin Qing come from?

Though he was at the twelfth stage of National Martial Arts, he knew he stood no chance against Qin Qing's aura, and he feared Qin Qing might be threatening Aixinjueluo Xiaolong, hence his urgency.

"Dad, I actually didn't go to Harvard, I'm just in Karachi," Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Then why did you say you were at Harvard? And who are they…" Aixinjueluo Kang Long looked towards Qin Qing and Zheng Guang behind Xiaolong and asked.

"This is Elder Zheng, and this is Brother Qin, my friends," Xiaolong explained.

"Oh, they're friends, please have a seat," Kang Long exhaled a sigh of relief and quickly invited Qin Qing and Zheng Guang to sit down.

"Dad, let's not rush to sit, sigh, Grandpa hasn't liked our family for quite some time now," Xiaolong sighed, but his gaze inadvertently lingered on Wu Lin.

"How can you say something like that carelessly, humph!" Kang Long signaled Xiaolong with his eyes not to speak randomly, though the three present were his people, he feared rumors could spread to the Golden Triangle region and cause trouble.

After all, his father really didn't like him, and his mother was merely one of his father's lovers. His father had so many lovers, how could a small Aixinjueluo Kang Long possibly matter to him?

"Dad! Why are you still so obstinate? Grandpa treats Uncle and his family like treasures, but what about you? He sends people to spy on everything you do, as if afraid we'll embezzle his wealth. I've had enough, Grandma was just his lover, with no status at all, and now she's treated like garbage and sent to Karachi. If it weren't for us in Karachi, what would an old lady like Grandma rely on? What kind of a ridiculous Grandpa is this?" Xiaolong said rebelliously.

"Insolent," Kang Long shouted loudly, about to raise his hand to hit Xiaolong.

He did this also to protect Xiaolong, to prevent their father's further dislike due to eavesdroppers.

"Dad!" Xiaolong yelled loudly.

The shout made Kang Long's raised hand freeze in mid-air.

"Don't say such things again in the future." Kang Long lowered his hand and gave Xiaolong's shoulder a gentle pat, a bit resigned.

"Not say anything? Do you want to live like a puppet? Working hard for the headquarters, yet getting no reward, constantly being criticized for not making enough money. We might as well sever ties with the headquarters and no longer be under their control," Xiaolong declared loudly.

In the crowd, Wu Lin's eyes sparkled as if hearing something unpleasant.

"Young Sect Leader, such words..." Kang Long's military advisor, Feng Han, frowned slightly and said. While he wanted to support Xiaolong, he also understood the formidable strength of the Eight Banner Sect headquarters in the Golden Triangle; provoking the Eight Banner Sect would be a fleeting existence for their small Karachi division.

"I support the Young Sect Leader, the Young Sect Leader is right. Sect Leader, you've been under the Old Sect Leader's control long enough; though I'm also from the headquarters, I can't stand seeing the Sect Leader treated like this," Zhou Mingjie, Kang Long's martial artist subordinate, who always acted elegantly, resonated with Xiaolong's words this time, thus supporting Xiaolong to break free from the Eight Banner Sect headquarters' control.

"Enough of this talk, humph! We are people of the Eight Banner Sect and should contribute to it," Kang Long glared at Zhou Mingjie and grunted.

"Dad! You're just afraid of the headquarters knowing we have differing thoughts. So what, just eliminate those from headquarters," Xiaolong angrily stated.

"Say no more, or you'll anger your father," Kang Long shouted.

"Wu Lin..." Xiaolong ignored his father's words, turning instead to Wu Lin, calling out with a dark face.

"Young Sect Leader," Wu Lin was taken aback, then responded to Xiaolong.

"Heh heh, Wu Lin, how much have you revealed to the headquarters?" Xiaolong asked cheerfully while staring at Wu Lin.

Kang Long was puzzled, and both Zhou Mingjie and Feng Han were unsure about what Xiaolong meant.

"Young Sect Leader, what do you mean by this?" Wu Lin looked at Xiaolong, feigning ignorance as he asked, though his heart was already stirring.

He was well aware of what he had done, but he'd always been discreet - how did Xiaolong know about his actions?

"Wu Lin, out of respect in the past, I called you uncle, but you've been reporting every trivial thing about my father, even a few thousand dollars spent on a banquet. Don't you find it disgusting? Following my father around all day, claiming conscience like sun and moon could testify, but secretly you're cozying up to my uncles, hoping to climb the ladder," Xiaolong laid out everything Wu Lin had done over the years.

His knowledge of Wu Lin's actions came from his keen insight and years of understanding each person, along with an accidental overhearing of Wu Lin reporting to his uncles about what his father had been doing.

So today he intended to clear out those around his father with ulterior motives. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit qidian.com to cast a recommendation vote and a monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)

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