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Spirit hurriedly advised, "Fifth Master, this operation is exhausting, we should eat well and drink enough before talking further, otherwise, it could really affect the operation. Drunk One, have your people order some abalone, lobster, turtle soup, these big supplements to be delivered, make sure they're all nourishing, if they're not, don't bother."

"Got it! Dragon and Tiger Brothers, rest assured, when it comes to nourishing meals, no one knows better than the restaurants here in the West; they'll definitely make you as strong as a pillar, even Guanyin would have to beg for mercy." Drunk One laughed, extraordinarily excited, and any man could tell the implication in his expression at a glance.

"No need, just send the food, don't create unnecessary complications." Spirit glanced at him, immediately and flatly denying it.

Not to mention Spirit had just practiced the child skill and couldn't break the precept, even if he hadn't practiced it, he wouldn't be thinking of engaging in such affairs just before sneaking into the Lu family's stronghold.

Depleting oneself before a battle could severely impact one's physical capabilities, and a sudden weakness during a confrontation could happen.

Upon hearing Spirit's answer, Drunk One immediately felt confused in his heart.

"Eating such nourishing food yet not looking for a lady, could it be... Dragon and Tiger Brothers likes men?" A chill flashed through Drunk One's mind, swiftly suppressing this wicked thought deep within.

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"Master, Young Master Iron Eagle has brought back Zheng Song's son."

In the bedroom, the old housekeeper Uncle Hai walked to the bedside and spoke softly to the seemingly asleep Lu Pingshan.

Lu Pingshan, who seemed to be sleeping, instantly opened his eyes, his tone filled with anger, "I want the Purple Ganoderma! Why at this moment would you kidnap Zheng Song's son!"

"Master, Young Master Iron Eagle said that the Purple Ganoderma was taken by Zheng Song from that factory, the only way is to use Zheng Song's son to coerce him into handing over the Purple Ganoderma for his son's exchange,

Young Master Iron Eagle is still in the mainland, responsible for silencing the fifteen people who know the secrets of this matter." Uncle Hai spoke indifferently, not at all caring about Lu Pingshan's anger.

"That Zheng Song, damn it, he's a nemesis, couldn't buy from him, can't even abduct his son successfully, now trying to rob it didn't work either, truly cursed." Lu Pingshan took a deep breath, eyes filled with resentment towards Zheng Song.

"Master, as long as you have Zheng Song's precious son in hand, we need not fear he won't obediently send the Purple Ganoderma over." Uncle Hai chuckled calmly.

"But now I'm worried, what if even the Purple Ganoderma has no effect..." Lu Pingshan sighed deeply, a trace of fear flickering in his eyes.

"Master, human efforts can achieve results, while outcomes are ultimately in the hands of fate. To defy the heavens and change fate is never a sure thing unless one can enter the realm of Huajin. Otherwise, who dares claim that even with immense wealth, they can live to a hundred years." Uncle Hai took a worn, yellowing photo from his pocket and handed it to Lu Pingshan: "Even Dong Haichuan Grandmaster lived only to eighty-five. Master, if you manage a breakthrough in martial arts, perhaps there might still be some hope."

"Marrow Cleansing Scripture, that is my last hope, it's said Dharma Grandmaster lived to over a hundred and fifty, relying on the wondrous ways of the Marrow Cleansing Scripture to renew blood and cleanse marrow, transforming the physique beyond common mortal flesh to a degree unimaginable by ordinary people. If we obtain the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, and manage to grasp its teachings before lifespan runs out, maybe there would be a turning point for extending life."

Uncle Hai shook his head, "We can't reach into the mainland, nor can we find out who has possession of the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. Right now, we can only try negotiating terms with Zheng Song first."

"Haijiao, I'm entrusting this entire matter to you." Lu Pingshan slowly closed his eyes, entering into rest.

It was evident his health had deteriorated to a terribly bad degree, just a brief moment of speaking left him so exhausted, fog covered his breathing mask.

"Patriarch, when I was in dire straits, almost hacked to death in a pile of trash, it was you who rescued me from the hands of 14K against everyone's opposition. From that moment, my life was wholly yours, and for your sake, I shall do everything in my power; no one can hinder your plan to extend life." Uncle Hai's eyes suddenly became spirited, his tone firm.

"There's no need to dwell on the past, I've always regarded you as a brother." Lu Pingshan said wearily.

In his early years, Lu Pingshan, upon arriving in Hong Kong, being a mainlander, faced numerous discriminations from the local Hong Kong people. Yet Lu Pingshan, purely relying on his Eight Trigrams Palm skills from learning under Dong Haichuan, managed to carve out his territory amidst the tumultuous Hong Kong, establishing his own influence.

It was also during that time he met Qi Haijiao, a fellow Yu Province native from the mainland, and the two looked out for each other, though they weren't part of the same gang.

One day, Qi Haijiao's gang was wiped out by 14K, leaving only Qi Haijiao fleeing for his life, at the brink of death, Lu Pingshan saved him by a thread, and from then on, he willingly became Lu Pingshan's subordinate, working tirelessly for him.

Few people knew that Qi Haijiao was quite renowned in the martial arts underground back then.

But now, after decades have passed, Qi Haijiao has lived under a pseudonym, becoming the Lu family's housekeeper, naturally ceasing any tales of him on the martial scene.