Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 313 - 315 Flying Tiger Special Forces [3/5]

Wang Renjie didn't know what to do. As Chen Meiling's agent, he had secretly signed a contract in her name. If she didn't attend, the penalty would be a sum equal to the price of the most expensive sword at the Sword Convention. The other party had paid Wang Renjie a 1,000,000 deposit, but Chen Meiling knew nothing about it. She still thought this was just a promotional visit and that being a judge at the convention was merely a friendly cameo, completely unaware of the one million. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Wang Renjie trembled with fear.

At that moment, eleven men appeared at the airport, all wearing the Yuzhou soccer team uniform.

"Heard someone hit our future coach? Who was it? Get out here."

They were supposed to be soccer players, but their swaggering arrogance made them look less like they played soccer and more like they were out to kill someone.

"This is going to be difficult to resolve," someone in the crowd muttered.

"Yeah, how many players on those soccer teams nowadays are actually serious about the sport?"

The crowd at the airport, far from leaving, watched with complex expressions, eager to see how this young man, Wu Tian, would handle the situation. Some of the young women had already taken out their phones to take photos and videos. Their first thought wasn't to worry about how things would escalate, but to post it on their social media feeds and timelines.

Chen Meiling grew worried. "Wu Tian, as I recall, you weren't much of a fighter when we were kids. I was better than you. How about I create a diversion so you can get yourself to safety?"

With that, Chen Meiling stepped in front of Wu Tian. Her memory drifted back to their childhood, when kids were always fighting, especially since they were all obsessed with martial arts dramas. Before they were even fully grown, a thrown punch would be accompanied by a shout of "Pegasus Meteor Fist!" and a slap would come with a cry of "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon!" Those were, by far, the two most common move names you'd hear. Back then, among all the elementary school kids, Wu Tian had been the worst fighter. He always resorted to kicking, believing that "an inch longer is an inch stronger," and his shoes offered some protection. He would kick wildly while yelling, "Wind God's Kick!"

Those foolish days were long gone, but Chen Meiling remembered clearly that even though Wu Tian couldn't fight well, he had always protected her.

Seeing Chen Meiling step forward, Wang Renjie quickly intervened. "No, no! Let me handle this." If her sunglasses get knocked off, she'll be all over the entertainment news. That would be a complete disaster. This was his chance to redeem himself.

"You?" A flicker of doubt crossed Chen Meiling's eyes. Wang Renjie looked like he couldn't even tie up a chicken; how could he possibly resolve this?

"Remember when Liu Dada got into trouble in Shandong? He just made one phone call to Boss Ren, and the whole thing was settled," Wang Renjie said proudly, recounting the story as if he had been a part of it. "You see, I know Boss Ren."

Who was Boss Ren? His family had connections to the Flying Tigers Special Forces. As a movie star with friends everywhere, his intervention would surely be enough to settle the matter. Chen Meiling was just puzzled as to how Wang Renjie could possibly know him.

With a smug smile, Wang Renjie took out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, found the name he was looking for, and dialed. The call connected quickly, and a commanding voice came through the line.

"Who is this? State your business, I'm in the middle of filming."

"It's me, Little Wang," Wang Renjie said, glancing triumphantly at Chen Meiling. Judging by his tone, is his relationship with Boss Ren really that close?

Little Wang? Boss Ren, currently filming in Xiangjiang, was confused. Which Little Wang? The singer who's on par with 'Incomparable'? Or Wang Dawan's son, Wang Congming? Or maybe that kid from the 'Three Little Pigs' group?

"It's me, Boss Ren! Wang Renjie," he chuckled.

"Oh." In stark contrast to Wang Renjie's warm enthusiasm, Boss Ren's tone immediately turned cold. So it's that Little Wang. An agent. It's not that I look down on agents; it's that I don't know the man at all. Does a single chance encounter even count as an acquaintance?

Years ago, while he was shooting a film, the young man had shamelessly pestered him for an autograph and refused to leave. Afterward, he had brazenly demanded his phone number. Feeling pressured, Boss Ren had only agreed after laying down three conditions: don't call without a good reason, don't give the number out to anyone, and don't bother him.

"Boss Ren, I have a favor to ask," Wang Renjie said excitedly. He was completely oblivious to the displeasure in Boss Ren's voice, convinced their strong friendship meant he could get straight to the point.

After a moment of silence, Boss Ren's flat voice replied, "What is it? Go on."

"Well, I'm here at the Jiuzhou Center, and I've run into a bit of a dispute with the local soccer team. Boss Ren, you must have connections here, right? Could you help me sort it out?" Wang Renjie explained casually. With my friendship with Boss Ren, this should be resolved in minutes.

Yuzhou's representative soccer team? Boss Ren frowned slightly in Xiangjiang. That might not sound like a big deal, but it was. The soccer teams in Dragon Country were different from those elsewhere. The players on Dragon Country's national Cuju teams were all on multi-million dollar salaries. Someone once tried to join a team, citing the following qualifications:

1. I also can't win any games.

2. I also can't dribble past opposing players.

3. Opposing players can also easily dribble past me.

4. I also can't score when facing the opponent's goal.

5. I also can't catch passes from my teammates.

6. I also can't pass the ball accurately to my teammates.

He went on and on, but he was still rejected. Without connections, how could anyone join a Dragon Country Cuju team? Even the local ones weren't easy to get into.

"Boss Ren? What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Boss Ren was still thinking, but Wang Renjie didn't know that and started to panic. "Are you ignoring me? After all our years of brotherhood, how can you do this? Are you even human?"

The words snapped Boss Ren back to reality, his expression souring. What brotherhood? We're not even that close. He had initially considered helping the man out as a small favor—after all, the code of any man from Xiangjiang was to right a wrong when he saw one—but now, he simply hung up the phone.

Wang Renjie was stunned.

"Well? How did it go?" Chen Meiling asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of," Wang Renjie managed to say, as it was all he could think to say. Internally, however, he was panicking. What do I do? What am I supposed to do now?

The eleven men approached. They had already identified their target, but when they saw Chen Meiling, her stunning figure was impossible to hide, even behind her sunglasses.

"Actually, this is an easy problem to solve," said the man in the number ten jersey. "Just have this beauty join us for a few drinks, and we'll call it even."

"Yeah, yeah! Join us for a few drinks!" another chimed in.

"It'd be even better if she stayed the night!" a third added.

The Cuju players laughed like a pack of street thugs.

Chen Meiling was furious. She said coldly, "This matter has already been resolved. Wang Renjie, tell them."

Terrified, Wang Renjie's voice trembled. "Th-that's right. The matter... it's been resolved. Boss Ren... Boss Ren has already sent someone to take care of it."