Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 315

The other players also realized they had provoked someone they should not have. Exchanging glances, they felt their legs go weak and couldn't help but kneel.

Their fear of Cui Tian had reached its absolute peak. Rumor had it that Cui Tian killed without batting an eye; if he did blink, it was to kill. On the strength of that single word, "kill," he had become the undisputed boss of the Yuzhou Underworld, bar none.

They kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy. "Please, spare us!"

"We know we were wrong! Please, sir, forgive our foolishness!"

"Please, just let us go! We're nobodies!"

The most arrogant of them, Number Ten, nodded fervently and even crawled to Cui Tian's feet. He shamelessly licked Cui Tian's slippers and feet, which hadn't been washed in days, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the airport.

But Cui Tian wasn't buying it. "Men!" he shouted immediately. "Drag them away and deal with them as they deserve."

"Yes, sir." The men in black suits behind him stepped forward and dragged the players away one by one.

The players all struggled. "No, I don't want to go with you!"

"I'm the hope of Yuzhou soccer! I'm going to play for the national team in the future!"

At the mention of the "national team," the men in black suits grew even angrier. The national team? What a garbage team. They grabbed the players with even more force and dragged them away.

"No, don't!"

These men usually acted cocky and dashing, seducing countless young women. But now, terrified out of their wits, their true, cowardly selves were exposed as they wailed for their mothers and fathers. Some of them had even wet themselves.

The people at the airport exchanged baffled looks. Was this the actual level of the Yuzhou Cuju team? And what about the national team? Selected from local Cuju teams across the country, its players were probably no different from these guys. At that thought, everyone at the airport lost all hope for the national team, concluding it might take another five hundred years for things to change.

Cui Tian approached Wu Tian and said, "Please, come with me to my home. We have plenty of guest rooms. The Sword Competition is this evening."

Wu Tian nodded. Cui Chong had called Cui Tian much earlier, insisting that he take good care of Wu Tian or risk being removed from the family registry. This was a serious matter, and Cui Tian swore to himself that he would have to worship Wu Tian as if he were Lord Guan. In the Underworld, everyone reveres Lord Guan.

"Alright, lead the way," Wu Tian said evenly, holding the little one.

Cui Tian might be formidable, but in Wu Tian's eyes, he was merely average.

Chen Meiling was surprised. Cui Tian had actually come for Wu Tian?

Meanwhile, Wang Renjie, though clever, was unversed in social nuances. Preoccupied with his contract issues, he lacked his usual composure. Cui Tian must have the wrong person. He must have mistaken Wu Tian for me. That has to be why he's treating him so well.

Wang Renjie wanted to step forward and expose the mistake, but he stopped when he remembered Wu Tian was Chen Meiling's friend. He could only sigh. He was afraid that if he upset Chen Meiling, she would refuse to attend the Sword Competition. In that case, he would be liable for the compensation payment, which he couldn't afford.

"Please," Cui Tian said, enthusiastically leading the way.

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