Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 314

"Boss Ren?" The members of the Yuzhou Cuju team all furrowed their brows, not understanding who Wang Renjie was referring to.

Wang Renjie didn't know if he should say it. He was nervous because Boss Ren wasn't going to help him anymore. In other words, he was just bluffing.

"You must have heard of Boss Ren," Chen Meiling said. "He's a celebrated actor, and his family members were all Flying Tiger Commandos."

The expressions on the Yuzhou Cuju team's faces changed at this revelation. They hadn't expected it to be *that* Boss Ren.

Boss Ren was an acclaimed actor, but rumors claimed he had connections in both legitimate circles and the underworld. He traveled everywhere for his films and had friends all over the world. What these soccer players admired most was one of his iconic roles: the progenitor of vampires, an incredibly domineering character.

"What should we do?" Player Number Nine asked, scared.

"Wait," Player Number Ten said.

They weren't just simple soccer players; they came from wealthy families in Yuzhou. Their fathers were all chairmen, presidents, or powerful bosses. They decided to wait.

Chen Meiling snorted. Since Boss Ren decided to help, this whole thing is a non-issue. She failed to notice, however, that Wang Renjie's legs were trembling slightly.

Wu Tian, on the other hand, was all eyes and ears. Even the little one noticed, giggling softly. "Dad, this is funny. He lied."

"That's right. That's why he's so on edge, afraid of being exposed. That would be very humiliating." As a father, Wu Tian never missed an opportunity to teach his child. "So, you have to remember, never tell a lie, understand?"

"Mhm, mhm, mhm," the little one nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice.

A short while later, another group arrived. They were representatives from the Yuzhou sports community. All of them were famous athletes from Dragon Country's past who had strived for the people and the nation on the athletic field. They had dedicated their entire lives to athletics.

These days, sports were developing well in Dragon Country, but when it came to Cuju, they were losing to almost the entire world. Cuju had originated in Dragon Country, but once it spread abroad and became soccer, it flourished under the feet of foreigners.

The older generation had been working hard, but the performance of the national soccer team was always a disappointment. They nearly laughed out loud when looking up "National Team's embarrassing plays" online and seeing the ridiculous clips. It had even reached a point where elementary schoolers were saying, "I could do better than them on the field."

Just now, a sports scout had discovered a promising young soccer talent, so these elders had rushed over.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Why aren't you lot back on the field practicing instead of causing a commotion here?" The sports veterans looked at the Yuzhou soccer team members with clear displeasure. The families of these players had provided the "energy"—the funding—for the development of Cuju in Yuzhou, but that meant they were forced to recruit the families' children for the team.

The players were all dismissive. They were rich kids. Playing soccer? It was just a hobby. They didn't care if they won or lost.

"What business is it of yours?"

"That's right. If it weren't for our families, where would the Jiuzhou Center get the money to develop Cuju?"

The players' faces were masks of arrogance.

Many people at the airport were watching the scene unfold, and they were finally beginning to understand why Dragon Country's Cuju was so terrible. Putting skill aside, their sportsmanship was atrocious. How could a team like this ever win?

Player Number Ten looked at Chen Meiling and the others with a smirk. "Boss Ren may have friends everywhere, but these few people he called over don't seem very impressive."

"We live in the same city, but we're too low on the totem pole. We're not worthy of meeting him," the other players chimed in.

Player Number Ten didn't believe it either. Hearing his friends confirm his doubts, he regained his composure and laughed. "You almost fooled me. How could Cui Tian possibly come here?"

"Is that so? To hear you tell it, I, Cui Tian, am not even allowed to come to the airport?"

The words had barely left Player Number Ten's mouth when a chilling voice drifted over. His voice was heard before he appeared.

The crowd at the airport parted, making way for a thin, middle-aged man walking with several tall, imposing men in black suits. The thin man himself was dressed casually in a t-shirt and shorts, but upon seeing him, the brash Player Number Ten's face turned deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

"This skinny guy is supposed to be Cui Tian? I don't think so," Player Number Nine chuckled from the side. Did someone hire an impostor? The infamous Cui Tian, the terror of the Underworld, is this scrawny guy with hardly any muscle?

But just as that thought crossed his mind, Player Number Ten spun around and viciously kicked him where it hurts most.

With a piercing scream of "AHH!", Player Number Nine collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

The other players scrambled back, confused by their leader's actions.

But Player Number Ten had already dropped to his knees before the thin man. His face was as white as a sheet as he kowtowed in apology. "I was wrong... I was wrong... Please, spare me."

He had once accompanied his father on a formal visit to Cui Tian. There was no way he could mistake that face.

Cui Tian was a man who killed without batting an eye. Moments ago, Player Number Ten had been so high and mighty, showing no respect even for the senior figures of the sports world. But now, he was so terrified he had nearly lost control of his bodily functions.