No one paused to take a closer look at the young man kneeling there. They all thought he was sick. A million? Is he worth it?

According to Ye Hao, if it were genuinely for selling oneself, even a million would be absolutely worth it; even ten million would be justified. However, those people couldn't see through the young man's strength, so they didn't think he was worth a million.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the young man knelt there, sweating profusely. Yet he didn't wipe it off. Ye Hao walked over without deliberately releasing any Inner Breath because, to this young man, his Inner Breath was nothing but trash.

Ye Hao took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.

Initially, the young man knelt there listlessly, but when he suddenly saw someone offering him a tissue, he hurriedly lifted his head. When he saw the taller, handsome Ye Hao standing before him, he thanked, "Thank you."

"Haha, you're welcome." Ye Hao took a magazine from the person handing them out nearby. Once he had it, he placed the magazine beside the young man and sat down next to him.

The young man looked at Ye Hao in confusion. He thought Ye Hao was merely handing him a tissue. Unexpectedly, Ye Hao took a magazine and just sat beside him.

"You... sir, what are you doing?" the young man asked for the first time, his voice sounding sincere and honest, the kind of person who is straightforward and simple.

Ye Hao asked with a cheerful smile, "Nothing, just curious why you need a million. Is it to save your mother, or does your mother need a million for some illness, or do you want the million for something else?"

When Ye Hao asked this, the young man was a little stunned, thinking it was a bit of a tongue twister. He thought for a moment before answering, "I need a million to bring my mother out."

"Oh? Your mother? Why do you need to bring her out? Where is she?" Ye Hao inquired.

"In a place where she's trapped. They said that if I want to bring her out, I need to pay a million, or else she can't come out," the young man said in a timid voice, as if afraid of strangers.

"Why can't you just forcefully take her away? Why a million?"

"They're very strong. They're my uncles. Even if they're not, several of my cousins can beat me," the young man said honestly.

"Really? Are you sure all your cousins can beat you?" Ye Hao was shocked. His cousins? How old are they? If they're about the same age, doesn't that mean some are reaching the Innate Realm by twenty-five?

"Yeah! They're a bit stronger than me, but I have a feeling I'll soon surpass them," the young man said.

"And your uncles, how strong are they?" Ye Hao grew more curious. This person certainly wasn't ordinary, definitely from some hidden family.

"They... are really strong. Even ten of me wouldn't be a match for a single punch from them," the young man said with lingering fear.

"Are you sure?" Ye Hao's eyes narrowed. How powerful must a family be to have such masters?

"Yes!"

"What's your surname?" Ye Hao intended to indirectly inquire about the young man's identity.

"Surname Nanling."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty-six next year."

"How old are your cousins?"

"Some are twenty-eight, thirty, or thirty-five."

"Are you the youngest at home?"

"No, I have a cousin who's not a good person. My mother is held captive at home by him."

"Your cousin is?" Ye Hao asked.

"Nanling Rongxin."

"And your name is?" Ye Hao inquired.

"Sir, what exactly do you want to know?" Although the young man's mind wasn't quick, he grew puzzled by Ye Hao's numerous questions.

"Haha, you tell me first! Let's see if I can help you." Ye Hao smiled.

"My name is Nanling Martial Fool." Martial Fool was excited to say his name as soon as he heard Ye Hao might help him.

"Haha, Martial Fool, you really are true to your name. Where is this Nanling Clan of yours?" Ye Hao asked.

"At Jin Gate," Martial Fool replied.

"Jin Gate? How come I've never heard of this clan?"

"We generally don't make ourselves public. Even when we're outside, we have new names. But this is my first time out," Martial Fool replied.

"Really? What surnames do you usually use outside?"

"Surname Wang."

"Alright! Tell me about your mother." Ye Hao returned to the main topic.

"My mother is locked at home by my cousin Nanling Rongxin. She has no freedom, and he often mocks me, even joining forces with my cousins to suppress me." A dangerous glint flashed in Martial Fool's eyes as he recalled the people he detested.

"Then why don't you take action against him?" Ye Hao asked.

"He's with the cousins. I can't beat them."

"And your father? Why not find him?" Ye Hao asked.

"Father? Haha, since I can remember, I have no good impression of him. When I was five, I didn't even have a name. My mother just called me Son. Later, I met an old grandfather; he taught me martial arts and gave me the name Martial Fool. It's been that way ever since," Martial Fool recalled, feeling endless sorrow for the past.

"Why didn't you ask that grandfather for help when your mother was under house arrest?" Ye Hao asked.

"It's been twenty years. I haven't seen him. He only taught me martial arts for a year, and that year was spent secretly training in the back mountain of the clan."

"With your strength, doesn't your family know?"

"It's precisely because they know I'm strong that they targeted me. I remember a cousin once said, blame it on having a useless father and knowing martial arts. That's how I ended up like this."

Hearing this, Ye Hao realized what the situation with Nanling Martial Fool was. It was nothing more than Nanling Martial Fool possibly being a closer heir to the clan.

He possessed such talent, so he wasn't well-liked. His big brothers and younger brothers joined forces to suppress him for the sake of the Nanling Clan's succession position. At least, suppressing one more person gave them more assurance of rising to power.

Or perhaps they wanted to force Nanling Martial Fool to leave the clan. As for that million, it was just to let Nanling Martial Fool starve outside.

After all, while Nanling Martial Fool possessed martial arts, he didn't know much about modern society. So when alone outside, he had no way out except starving or being conned into MLM scams.

Ye Hao didn't believe Nanling Martial Fool, being such an honest person, would rob others. Seeing him kneeling here without daring to make a sound and just scribbling a few words, was enough.

"Haha, someone adept in National Martial Arts falling to this extent, it's really a first for me." Ye Hao sighed.

"You... you know my strength?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on qidian.com with recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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