Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert
Chapter 449 - 447: The Mountain Rain is About to Come

Chapter 449: Chapter 447: The Mountain Rain is About to Come

"Big brother, this time you must give us a reasonable explanation, or else... ."

"Enough, everyone shut up."

Wang Yantao was about to say something, but Wang Anquan suddenly spoke up with a tone filled with intense anger.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Yantao’s eyes as he snorted heavily, knowing in his heart that it was impossible to strip Wang Yanzhi of his position as the family head today.

Leaning heavily on his cane, Wang Anquan slammed it on the ground several times and said furiously, "Shut up, all of you. Look at yourselves, jockeying for power and profit. What are you fighting for? What is there to fight over? What time is it now? Is it the time for power struggles? We’ll talk about any issues after we’ve dealt with the son-in-law from Bai Qiao Mountain. Whoever dares cause internal strife at this time, don’t blame me for being rude."

Wang Yanzhi looked at Wang Anquan and sighed, "Dad, I’m sorry, I made a mistake this time. I trusted Ye Lang too much. I should have sent some people to follow him. Even if Lu Tianxing is strong, he would probably be seriously injured after a battle with Ye Lang. Then, depending on the desperados we’ve rallied in the Wang family, maybe we could have killed him, it was my mistake."

"Indeed, you have made a mistake. You shouldn’t have gambled the entire future of our clan on a stranger, even if he is a Mythical Level Martial Artist."

Wang Anquan’s voice was extraordinarily calm, but the look in his eyes was bone-chillingly cold, as sinister as a venomous snake ready to strike.

"What we need to consider first is how to deal with this situation. Don’t be delusional; he broke Kai’s limbs just for an excuse. Do you think he would agree to make peace with us? He doesn’t know that our Wang family arranged this, which is why there have been no moves yet. Once he finds out, do you think he’ll spare our Wang family?"

"So what if he doesn’t spare our Wang family? If he dares to come, we’ll just wipe him out. So what if he’s a Mythical Level Martial Artist? We might as well fight him to the death. If we can’t kill him, we’ll blow him up. If one bomb doesn’t kill him, then ten will. I refuse to believe a Mythical Level Martial Artist really possesses an immortal body and is unmatched in the world," Lao San, Wang Yanhu, was the first to speak, his eyes shooting out a fierce light. He managed the Wang family’s underground forces, and those desperados had been wooed by him. Since there was no room for negotiation, they might as well go all out. He didn’t believe that a Mythical Level Martial Artist was truly invincible – it was do or die.

"Exactly, third brother’s right. Since it’s unavoidable, let’s fight. We haven’t tasted what it’s like to slay a god yet! I’ve heard that the Yanhuang Group has killed a Mythical Level Martial Artist with poison. If they can do it, we can do it too."

A bloodthirsty smile also crossed the face of the Wang family’s fourth son, Wang Yanfeng, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement. To slay a god, to slaughter the strongest being in the world, as long as they won, the Wang family would become an object of everyone’s admiration, becoming the true number one clan of Modu, a clan no one dared to defy.

"Second brother, what’s your decision?" Wang Anquan’s gaze fell on Wang Yantao, who hadn’t spoken a word.

Seeing that everyone’s gaze had fallen on him, Wang Yantao took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If that’s the case, let’s slay a god. But after killing Lu Tianxing and eradicating the Bai family, big brother must step down. Offending a Mythical Level Martial Artist over a waste, who knows if there will be a second time, I don’t want to entrust my life to an idiot."

"Yantao, you... ."

Wang Anquan was about to say something, but he was interrupted by Wang Yanzhi: "Dad, no need to say more, after killing Lu Tianxing and destroying the Bai family, I will relinquish the position of family head."

"Yanzhi, you... ."

Wang Anquan looked at Wang Yanzhi and sighed deeply. Wang Yanzhi was the son he valued the most, and it was such a pity he lost the position of family head because of a good-for-nothing.

"Big brother, you are really forthright. This time, we brothers will take this on for you. A Mythical Level Martial Artist? Together, we brothers will slay this Mythical Level Martial Artist and see if being at that level really means being invincible in the world."

Wang Yantao laughed heartily. As long as Wang Yanzhi stepped down, he would become the head of the Wang family, and the future of the Wang family would be his.

"I, Wang Yanzhi, thank all my brothers."

Wang Yanzhi bowed slightly with a modest gesture, his head lowered.

Nobody noticed the madness flickering in Wang Yanzhi’s eyes as he lowered his head – his heart was filled with a savage killing intent. He had personally broken his own son’s legs for the position of family head, let alone these so-called brothers.

"Once Lu Tianxing is eliminated, your death is imminent."

In that moment, Wang Yanzhi became a cold-blooded hegemon. Whoever dared to steal his position as family head would only face death, whether they were blood brothers or anyone else. He dared to cripple his own son; what did his brothers count for? Killing them would be insignificant. Great achievers don’t get bogged down by trifles—Li Shimin tread the same path to imperial domination.

Wang Anquan looked at his sons and sighed plaintively, "Since it’s settled, go make the arrangements. Remember, without removing the roots, the spring breeze will bring new growth; don’t leave any future troubles."

With that, Wang Anquan stood up and walked out wearily. He had already anticipated that even if the Wang family survived this crisis, after his passing, the Wang family would likely fall apart and cease to exist.

...

Meanwhile, at the top floor of a luxurious corporate skyscraper.

A young man exuding nobility held a glass of red wine, standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire city as if he were a Heavenly God condescendingly viewing the world below.

"Bang," "Bang," "Bang."

After what seemed like a long time, a series of knocks on the door was heard.

"Come in," the young man said without turning his head.

A slender figure appeared in the room. Upon seeing the young man, he showed intense admiration, kneeling on one knee:

"I’ve seen your Highness."

"How are things in Modu?"

"Reporting to your Highness, Ye Lang is dead; Lu Tianxing won decisively," the slender man said respectfully.

A scornful smile crossed the lips of the young man: "Lu Tianxing won decisively? Hah, Ye Lang is indeed getting old, nothing more than a useless piece of trash."

"Your Highness, Lu Tianxing is our rival for the Xuanwu Ring. Shall we send the kill team...?"

The slender man was giving his suggestions when he was suddenly sent flying, hitting the wall with a heavy thud, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Please redeem me, Master."

The skinny man didn’t care about his injuries; he quickly got up from the ground, knelt, and kept kowtowing.

"Remember, my affairs are not for you to gossip about. Next time, you die. Now, get out."

"Yes."

The skinny man, as if granted amnesty, crawled to the door, didn’t dare to stand up until he was outside and walked away.

"He-he, Lu Tianxing, I wonder if I should call you Judge or Military Knife instead. I have underestimated you after all, not expecting even Ye Lang would die at your hands. Not bad, really not bad."

The young man murmured softly to himself, his palm slowly lifting as he reached towards the entire city from afar and muttered, "Judge, Sima Lingyun, one dark and one light, two geniuses. One day, I will make you all die by my hand, and I will show you all, that I am the strongest."

"Gun Emperor, go to Modu for me and kill the Judge. But, don’t hurry, wait until your Gun Emperor Technique is fully mastered before seeking him out. His strength is formidable, not to be underestimated," the young man said without turning his head.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man who had been standing by his side, like a javelin, slowly nodded his head. His entire presence was as sharp as a Divine Gun, awe-inspiring and commanding respect.

"He-he, Judge, I wonder if you can withstand the Gun Emperor! If you can’t, then you’re not worthy to be my opponent. Ye Lang, heh, just an old has-been," said the young man with a light chuckle, sipping a glass of red wine, "After killing you and getting the Xuanwu Ring, and then finding the other two rings, opening the tomb of the Pre-Qin Qi Refiners, I will become an unbeatable champion, the invincible defending king. To me, the Yanhuang Group is nothing, and I shall be the invincible Heavenly God, ruler of all life."

In this bright and splendid world under the vast sky, he was to become the ruler of the heavens, a god above the heavens, the invincible Heavenly God, sovereign over all beings.

...

Meanwhile, in the Modu office of the Yanhuang Group, Jiao Long and Duo Ren sat face to face with a red special telephone placed before them.

"Jiao Long, do you really intend to report this matter?" Duo Ren asked.

"Duo Ren, even if we don’t report it, this matter has already exceeded the level of authority we’re able to control. A Heaven-level martial artist with strength comparable to that of a Mythical Level Martial Artist—do you think both of us joined together could win? If something else happens, we won’t be able to handle the consequences."

Jiao Long gave a wry smile, originally thinking that coming to Modu was just to monitor Lu Tianxing. Although there had been conflicts before, they were still within controllable limits. However, today, the combat power displayed by Lu Tianxing had completely exceeded his expectations. If Lu Tianxing truly lost control, the consequences could be unimaginable; he and Duo Ren, facing Lu Tianxing, would have only death awaiting them.

"Then make the call! I’ll step out first."

Duo Ren frowned slightly, then turned and walked straight out.

Jiao Long glanced at Duo Ren and dialed the number. Soon, a busy tone came from the other end, followed by a cold voice.

"Identify yourself."

"Sky Team’s Jiao Long, I have an urgent matter to report."

"Speak."

The voice on the other end remained cold and unchanging.

Jiao Long seemed accustomed to this tone and spoke quickly, "A master capable of killing the Mythical Level Martial Artist Ye Lang appeared in Modu, Lu Tianxing. The leader directed us to closely monitor him. The opponent’s strength is too strong for us to handle, requesting backup."

"Understood, your request has been noted, Jiao Long. I’d advise you to refrain from any rash actions until reinforcements arrive from headquarters."

"Understood."

After hanging up the phone, back at the Beijing Yanhuang Group base, a man rose from the telephone and was about to leave when his pupils suddenly narrowed, his expression immediately turning respectful.

"Greetings, group leader."

In front of him stood a young man, handsome and with a faint aura surrounding him. Though not very sharp, it gave off a feeling of extreme danger. This person was none other than Sima Lingyun.

"What’s happened?" Sima Lingyun asked in a quiet voice.

"Leader, we’ve just received a call from Sky Team member Jiao Long. The sixth person we have been monitoring, Lu Tianxing, has killed Ye Lang. Jiao Long suspects he possesses combat power on par with that of a Mythical Level Martial Artist, beyond their control and has requested headquarters for support."

"Lu Tianxing."

Sima Lingyun’s eyes flashed, "No need to dispatch anyone else, I will handle this personally. Also, I was planning to visit Modu to meet an old friend."

"Yes."

The man didn’t object. Sima Lingyun, leader of the Yanhuang Group, only answered to the elders of the group.

"Lu Tianxing, Judge, old friend, I’ve said that we would inevitably battle one day. I believe you have been waiting for this battle for a long time!"

Beijing, Yanhuang Group base, at this moment, Sima Lingyun was pointing eastward, seeking a showdown.