"Sir, her name is Lu Wushuang."

Zhao the Seventh repeated himself when Cheng Zongyang asked.

Only then did Cheng Zongyang realize he was overthinking things. ’This isn’t that world, after all.’ He just nodded slightly without saying much more.

He was quite fond of the Lu Wushuang from *Divine Eagle*. But this was clearly just someone with the same name.

"Then bring her over." Li Lu, however, misunderstood, thinking Cheng Zongyang knew her.

"Yes, sir." Zhao the Seventh departed.

A moment later, Zhao the Seventh returned with a girl in plain clothes, her hair unbound.

"Sirs, I’ve brought her." After leading her in, Zhao the Seventh said to the girl behind him, "These two are the Young Clan Leader of the Cheng Family and the Gang Leader of our gang."

Lu Wushuang didn’t speak. Instead, she sized up Cheng Zongyang and Li Lu, her gaze shifting between them.

Likewise, Cheng Zongyang and Li Lu also examined the young woman who had entered.

The girl’s first impression was one of an inborn heroic spirit. Her features weren’t exactly exquisite or stunningly beautiful, but they were pleasant and comely.

At the same time, she lacked the fragility and immaturity of other girls her age and didn’t seem to possess a traditionally gentle or graceful demeanor. She was quite different from the young women they usually encountered.

In Cheng Zongyang’s eyes, the girl had the feel of a female soldier—her gaze was firm and powerful, revealing decisiveness and confidence, as if she feared nothing. She had a straight, upright posture, and he had noticed from the moment she walked in that her steps were steady and strong, giving the impression of a woman who was no less capable than any man.

Clearly, this girl was also a Martial Artist! She was about shoulder-height to Cheng Zongyang.

"What are you staring at?" Seeing this, Zhao the Seventh, who was standing to the side, couldn’t help but tug on the girl’s shoulder and frown.

"Who’s in charge here?" the girl finally asked.

Her blunt question made Zhao the Seventh’s expression darken. Just as he was about to speak, Li Lu cut him off. "It’s fine. You can leave us."

"Yes, sir." Zhao the Seventh cupped his hands and left.

Cheng Zongyang watched with curiosity, not saying a word.

Seeing that Cheng Zongyang had no intention of speaking, Li Lu took the initiative. "I’m the one who calls the shots for the gang. What’s your name? Are you really from the Lu Family? Why did you want to see us?"

Hearing this barrage of questions, the girl’s fine brows furrowed. She said:

"No need for so many questions. I am indeed from the Lu Family, and my name is Lu Wushuang. But you’re not the one who’s really in charge. He is, isn’t he?"

With that, Lu Wushuang looked at Cheng Zongyang and continued, "From the moment I walked in, I noticed your positions were different. And he kept glancing at you for your reaction. Clearly, you’re the one with the real authority."

Her direct words made Li Lu a little embarrassed. But Cheng Zongyang just smiled. "Then tell me your purpose. If you’re looking for revenge, I can only say you’ve come to the wrong people. The He Family is the one who slaughtered your entire Lu Family. We were just there to provide support."

"You’re the one who took my father, aren’t you? Where is my father?" Lu Wushuang’s eyes were fixed on Cheng Zongyang.

Cheng Zongyang sat down, his expression unchanging. "You think I have the strength to capture your father?" he asked curiously.

Lu Wushuang snorted. "The man in black was about your height and build, and the eyes that were visible were almost identical to yours. Plus, given the strength you showed fighting my father on the first night, I know you have the ability! Tell me, where is my father?!"

As she spoke, the rims of Lu Wushuang’s eyes turned red, but she continued to stare intently at Cheng Zongyang.

She had been in the courtyard when her father was taken and had memorized the black-clad man’s physical details.

Li Lu shouted, "If you’re here to demand retribution, you’ve got the wrong person. The He Family is your target! You..."

Lu Wushuang ignored Li Lu, cutting him off, her wide eyes still locked on Cheng Zongyang. It was as if she had already decided he was the one who had killed her father!

"I can trade a secret for my father!"

’Looks like I’ll have to be more careful with my disguises in the future,’ Cheng Zongyang thought to himself. He then smiled and said:

"You’re very clever. Fine, I admit I captured your father, but I’ve already handed him over to the He Family. The condition was your Lu Family’s resources. As for whether he’s still alive, that depends on He Shujun’s mood.

As for your secret, I’m not interested. Is there anything else? If not, I can let you leave to seek your revenge on the He Family.

Besides, if I had wanted to kill your father, I could have done it at your home. You must have thought of that, right?"

He didn’t admit to everything, nor did he deny everything. At the very least, he couldn’t possibly admit to the killing.

Capturing Lu Yan in exchange for the Lu Family’s resources was a plausible explanation. Otherwise, why would the He Family have sent resources to West City for no reason?

Lu Wushuang immediately fell silent.

After a moment, she said, "Then can I use this secret to get you to kill He Shujun and help my family get revenge?"

Hearing this, Cheng Zongyang finally felt that this girl was, after all, just a child.

The maturity and intelligence she had shown from the beginning didn’t seem like that of a sixteen-year-old girl in the bloom of her youth.

Now, Cheng Zongyang was curious. "Why don’t you tell me what this secret is, so I can weigh whether it’s worth my while to act. Otherwise, don’t bother trying to get something for nothing."

Lu Wushuang pondered for a long while before she finally spoke:

"There was once a Demon Beast in Tianduan Mountain, which was later killed and taken away by people from the Da Liang Kingdom. But it left many things behind. The reason our families tried every means possible to seize a city near Tianduan Mountain was to enter the mountain and search for certain special items."

At this, Cheng Zongyang’s smile slowly faded, and his gaze grew solemn.