Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2095 - 424: Successful Counter-Strategy 2
Previously on Urban Seduction: Housewives Club...
"Since they were designed as a pair from the beginning, merging them creates a complete array of superior Earth-class martial arts moves," Mr. Han explained. "Normally, we offer both of these martial arts sets bundled at the cost of top-tier Earth-class ones."
Wang Yue easily grasped that Mr. Han was cleverly exploiting a gap to secure a personal gain.
After all, the worth of top-tier Earth-class martial arts techniques exceeds that of upper-tier Earth-class ones by no less than fivefold. Put differently, Mr. Han was essentially providing him with a full top-tier Earth-class martial arts set for the expense of just two upper-tier Earth-class sets.
Viewed in this light, the man seemed fairly straightforward.
Yet he also displayed the sly traits of a typical trader: a clear top-tier Earth-class martial arts combination existed, yet he had denied it before.
It was evident he had intentionally aimed to dupe Wang Yue into purchasing the lesser Heaven-class skill known as Wind God Leg.
Whether in Beijing or Nanjing, buyers always come out ahead in the end. The wisdom of the ancients holds true without doubt!
After a moment of thought, Wang Yue opted to trade for the "Nine Suffering Blades." Next, he employed a somewhat lesser creation to acquire the "Flying Disaster Nine Blades."
From Mr. Han, he discovered the actual title of this paired blade method: "Misfortune Blade Technique."
The title remained unappealing, yet Wang Yue felt content overall. Though labeled as an advanced Earth-tier technique, the Misfortune Blade Technique outpowered standard Earth-tier skills due to its entirely aggressive maneuvers, lacking any defensive elements.
When fully learned, it could deliver twelvefold the force of regular strikes.
The deal wrapped up successfully, leaving both sides thrilled.
For Lingyun Pavilion, it amounted to trading an advanced Earth-tier martial art for the value of two advanced Earth-tier techniques alongside one premium Earth-tier skill.
For Wang Yue, though, he snagged an advanced Earth-tier technique plus a basic Heaven-tier martial art at that rate, turning it into a fantastic bargain.
"Should you hear anything about the remaining parts of the 'Wind God Leg' method, contact me right away," Wang Yue shared a contact number with Mr. Han, which was in fact a disposable comm code sourced from the black market.
After Yan Fangfei's adjustments, it linked directly to his personal device.
Wang Yue possessed more than one such code; he owned ten altogether. The one provided to Zhou Yifei and her family was a separate one.
Various looks paired with distinct comm codes helped him sustain multiple personas and render his disguises nearly flawless.
Mr. Han had fielded plenty of similar inquiries. Indeed, every buyer who obtained the "Wind God Leg" technique had issued such a request.
In truth, nobody could predict if the practice demands would ease upon complete mastery. Should that occur, the outlay would prove worthwhile in the end.
Thus, Mr. Han raised no suspicions and promptly noted down Wang Yue's number. For the alias, Wang Yue cheekily selected "Nie Feng" — after all, since you misled me with the "Wind God Leg" technique, I'll borrow the name Nie Feng in return.
In the elevator heading down to the lobby, the attendant who had guided Wang Yue shared some details about Mr. Han.
As it happened, being a key figure in the Tianhai division of Lingyun Pavilion, Mr. Han not only commanded respect in his role but also boasted a remarkable granddaughter.
The pair of Zhang family youths were actually vying for her affection.
Unable to sway her, they shifted to currying favor with Mr. Han by lingering almost daily on the upper level of Lingyun Pavilion.
This greatly irritated Mr. Han, though he refrained from clashing directly with the Zhang family, leaving him powerless against the duo.
That explained his frustration when they interrupted his dealings earlier today.
Only then did Wang Yue see that Mr. Han's discounted top-tier martial arts set stemmed not from remorse over a swindle, but from this very issue.
All things considered, the fellow upheld a certain code of honor.
Furthermore, Wang Yue sensed this elder was like his personal fortune-bringer.
Through his calculated deception, the old timer had unwittingly handed Wang Yue a technique rivaling mid-tier Heaven-class prowess, if not exceeding it.
Such an unintended ploy had fortuitously armed Wang Yue against the Zhang family.
If such twists kept unfolding, Wang Yue nearly felt like calling out to Mr. Han, "Keep the deceptions coming, even bolder ones!"
The moment he stepped out of Lingyun Pavilion, Wang Yue sensed eyes tracking him.
No surprise there—it had to be those two Zhang family scions at work. Given his present circumstances, he hadn't crossed paths with anyone else.
This prompted a silent sigh from Wang Yue. Mighty clans too often breed arrogant fools who charge ahead blindly, expecting everyone to yield to their whims.
Should he father offspring someday, he'd ensure their upbringing stressed caution.
Even as villains, they ought to be cunning ones—scouting foes first before striking, lest they court death. Without survival, what good is a mighty lineage?
Wang Yue had vowed to Zhang Hong to spare those Zhang family side branches loyal to her.
Storming the Zhang stronghold outright would prompt the core lineage to deploy those allies as disposable pawns, forcing Zhang Hong into a tough spot.
Besides, battling on enemy ground proved tricky. Concealed snares or heavy weaponry could lead to heavy casualties.
Thus, his initial scheme involved stirring unrest for the Zhangs via subtle prods—rattling the grass to flush the snake and picking off the main lineage piecemeal.
With the chance now presenting itself, how could he pass it up? He feigned ignorance and made for Lingyun Pavilion's subterranean garage.
"Halt!" In the end, the two Zhang family youths proved bolder than Wang Yue anticipated. They blocked his path before he reached the underground lot.