Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 206 - 205: Domineering Cleanup

Chapter 206: Chapter 205: Domineering Cleanup

Song Wuji obediently took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Lin Hao.

He opened the contacts list, found the number marked as ’Grandpa,’ and without hesitation, dialed it immediately.

The present Family Head of the Song Family was Song Wuji’s grandfather, Song Manjiang.

In his previous life, Lin Hao had had dealings with the Song Family.

He understood Song Manjiang very well.

This was a man extremely protective of his own people, to a crazed extent.

"Hello, Wuji, is something the matter?" As Song Wuji’s call connected, an elderly voice came through from the other end.

Song Manjiang, now in his sixties, nearing seventy, still spoke with a strong and forceful voice.

"Song Manjiang, your grandson is in my hands. You have half an hour. If you don’t show up in front of me in half an hour, I will kill him."

"You are..."

Before the other party could finish, Lin Hao hung up the phone and turned it off.

He hadn’t given an address, but with Song Manjiang’s capability, finding this place would not be difficult.

Song Family.

After failing to reach Song Wuji multiple times, Song Manjiang immediately concluded that Song Wuji was indeed in trouble.

Furious, his face flushed red, he immediately made a call to investigate Song Wuji’s whereabouts.

In less than a minute, the location of Song Wuji was sent to his phone.

"Bad luck indeed." Song Manjiang’s face turned beet red as he summoned several people, boarded a helicopter, and headed to the hotel where Song Guolong was hosting a birthday banquet.

Inside the hotel lobby.

Lin Hao removed his foot from Song Wuji, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

Even so, Song Wuji still didn’t dare to get up.

Song Yidao couldn’t even withstand a single punch from Lin Hao.

Any reckless movement now would be suicidal.

"What are you standing there for, sit down too," Lin Hao said to Song Guolong standing nearby, sweating profusely, and smiled wryly, "Don’t be nervous."

"Alright, alright," Song Guolong agreed twice and awkwardly sat down.

But seeing Song Wuji kneeling on the ground and the surrounding bodyguards glaring like tigers, along with Song Yidao’s dejected face in the distance, he just couldn’t sit still and stood up again.

Could he not be nervous?

The person Lin Hao was dealing with was the Song Family!

Being a member of the Song Family, he knew very well just how powerful the Song Family was.

Unless Lin Hao had the strength to overwhelm the Song Family, making a move against them...

Would be very difficult.

As difficult as ascending to heaven.

Song Guolong stuttered, "I think I’ll just stand for a while, standing... feels more comfortable."

"Suit yourself."

Lin Hao didn’t say much and began to close his eyes to rest.

The atmosphere inside the entire hotel became eerily tense.

No one spoke.

It was very quiet.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Lin Hao.

Slowly, the crowd noticed that Lin Hao’s breathing became very rhythmic.

It seemed... it seemed... he was asleep?!

At such a time, he actually had the mood to sleep?

Didn’t he know the huge trouble he had stirred up?

However, the fact was, Lin Hao really had fallen asleep.

But even so, no one dared to make a move.

Until outside the hotel, high in the sky, suddenly there was a rumbling noise, and then everyone saw three helicopters appearing overhead.

The propellers roared as they turned, friction with the air pulling up a huge windstorm, the ground’s dust being sucked up high, and the plants all leaning in the same direction.

"Has Song Manjiang arrived?" Seeing such a commotion, Nangong Lin, with a strange look in his eyes, seemed deep in thought.

"It must be him, dad..." Nangong Wan’er started to say something, but Nangong Lin raised his hand, signaling her to stop.

The three helicopters descended, their propellers still rapidly spinning.

The fierce wind finally ceased.

The helicopter cabin opened.

From the front and rear two, immediately more than thirty people surged out.

Each one, a middle-aged man.

These men each carried a murderous aura, they were the Song Family’s Death Soldiers, specialized in bloodshed for the Song Family.

Their hands, stained with countless blood.

From the middle helicopter, only five people disembarked.

Right in the center, was Song Manjiang, who despite being near seventy, still boasted a physique more robust than the average youth, save for the aged appearance of his skin, his stride and gaze were as if in his prime.

Dressed casually, in a youthful white sports outfit,

His eyes, captivating as none other.

Two people flanked him from the front and back.

These four, all Primordial Qi Masters!

Such a lineup, both in Jiangbei and Binhai, was absolutely top-tier!

Likely, very few could muster such a formation.

The five’s aura, enveloped the entire scene.

Upon their arrival, the air became oppressive, eerie, low-pitched.

Song Manjiang swept his eyes over the crowd outside the hotel, then coldly commanded: "Clear the area."

Merely two words.

Around, more than thirty people, acted simultaneously.

"Please leave!"

"Please leave this area, or bear the consequences."

One after another, gazing coldly at the people in the square, as if they were looking at ants.

No one dared resist.

The Song Family.

An invincible existence in Jiangbei.

Provoking the Song Family, was akin to seeking death.

In an instant, the majority departed.

Only Nangong Lin, Nangong Wan’er, and a few others remained in the square.

"Won’t you leave?" one coldly spoke, "You have one minute. If not, bear the consequences yourself."

"They can stay." Song Manjiang spoke up and he could discern an aura of Cultivators on them.

The reason for clearing the area was to prevent too many from knowing of the existence of Cultivators.

Though the Song Family was powerful, breaking certain rules could still lead to their destruction.

The ones remaining were all Cultivators.

Therefore.

He did not care.

This was a good chance for them to see the consequences of offending the Song Family.

Inside the hall.

The oppressive atmosphere was even felt by Song Guolong, whose legs trembled uncontrollably as he looked at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao’s eyes were still closed.

Breathing calm, expression relaxed.

In front of him, Song Wuji was utterly agitated, his eyes showing a glimmer of hope: "Lin Hao, my grandfather has arrived, you better release me immediately, you might still spare yourself a dog’s life."

"Shut up."

Lin Hao opened his eyes, casually grabbing a pack of napkins from the table, stuffing it in Song Wuji’s mouth, "Speak again, and I’ll kill you right now."

Song Wuji shuddered and immediately quieted down, not daring to make a sound.

Meanwhile.

Song Manjiang and those he brought entered in a single file from outside.

Including Song Manjiang, only fifteen people entered.

The rest remained outside, sealing off the entire hotel.

When Song Manjiang saw what Song Wuji looked like, his eyelid twitched.

Yet, his expression remained unchanged.

Looking at Lin Hao, his tone demanding: "Kid, I don’t want to know what methods you used to capture Song Wuji, nor your background."

"I advise you, this moment, right now, release Song Wuji and apologize, this is your only way out."

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