activa-t Chapter 110 The Wang Family of Yanjing: Death Knocks on the Door
Chapter 110 The Wang Family of Yanjing: Death Knocks on the Door
The Wang Family Manor, located in the western suburbs of Yanjing.
The private estate covers 300 acres and includes an artificial lake and a golf course. In the living room of the main villa, the German-imported underfloor heating is running at full blast, making it almost unbearably hot.
Zhang Hao held a glass of whiskey, the ice cubes inside the glass making a crisp sound as they hit the glass.
He paced back and forth on the Persian carpet, his leather shoes making no sound, but his rapid breathing betrayed his inner panic.
"Uncle Wang, my dad had an accident at the hospital." Zhang Hao's voice was filled with barely concealed panic.
"The hospital just gave us news that my dad suddenly started bleeding from all seven orifices and was convulsing. Even the best neurosurgeon in Yanjing can't figure out the cause. That kid named Lu Yuan definitely knows some kind of evil magic!" Zhang Hao slammed his wine glass heavily on the marble coffee table.
Wang Jianguo leaned back in his mahogany armchair, slowly scraping the tea leaves from his purple clay teapot.
"What's the panic?" Wang Jianguo took a sip of tea.
"Your father's health was ruined by his drinking and womanizing, which led to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. As for Lu Zhentian's death, an acquaintance within the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau has already given me the inside story."
Wang Jianguo placed the purple clay teapot on the table, making a soft sound.
"That old fox Lu Zhentian set up a feng shui array in his own house, but he suffered a backlash from the earth's evil energy and blew up the array's core himself. How much trouble can a greenhorn who just finished the college entrance exam cause? He can only scare you naive people."
The old man in the long robe sitting next to him opened his eyes.
The old man's name was He Jiuzhou, a martial arts master whom the Wang family had paid a fortune to support.
"What Patriarch Wang said makes sense." He Jiuzhou stroked his goatee.
"After ten years of seclusion, I have finally broken through to the peak of the Transformation Realm, and I am only one step away from the Divine Realm. If that junior does not come, fine, but if he dares to step into this Wang Family Manor, I can crush his skull with one hand."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao quickly stepped forward.
"Elder He's skills are unparalleled! With you here to oversee things, I can finally rest easy."
He secretly plotted that once the old man killed Lu Yuan, he would definitely take that little bitch Lu Qingxue abroad and torture her severely to vent his hatred.
Wang Jianguo touched the jade thumb ring on his finger.
"Butler Wang has already taken his men to the southern part of the city. Judging by the time, they should be on their way back with that kid by now. Once we get what he took from the Lu family, our Wang family will be able to replace the Lu family and become the number one aristocratic family in Yanjing."
Just as the three were praising each other in the reception room.
Outside the manor gate.
Lu Yuan stood in the night wind.
Two large, solid copper doors blocked his way, with a surveillance camera on top of them pointing directly at his face.
Four armed guards wearing tactical vests emerged from the guard post. These men were all retired special forces soldiers hired from overseas at great expense by the Wang family, and they were all carrying American M4 rifles.
"What are you doing! This is private property, get out of here!"
The lead guard pulled back the bolt of his gun, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Lu Yuan's chest.
Lu Yuan looked at the four security guards who were oblivious to their own mortality.
It seems that the powerful and wealthy on Earth all share a common problem: they always think that by getting a few fire pokers, they can control the life and death of others.
He didn't even bother to raise his hand.
He raised his right foot and kicked it directly into the solid copper door.
A dull thud exploded.
The underground concrete foundation was also uprooted by the violent force.
Before the four security guards could even react, they were thrown back by the gust of air and crashed heavily into the green belt dozens of meters away, the sound of their bones breaking crisp and clear.
The massive, solid copper gate, weighing several tons, tumbled through the air, crossed the expansive golf course, and crashed directly into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa's living room.
The entire wall of bulletproof glass shattered on the spot.
Glass shards mixed with cold air rushed into the warm living room.
The whiskey glass in Zhang Hao's hand fell to the ground and shattered. He instinctively covered his head and scrambled to his feet behind the sofa.
The purple clay teapot in Wang Jianguo's hand was cut in two by a flying shard of glass, and the scalding tea was splashed all over him.
Footsteps sounded.
Lu Yuan stepped through the broken glass on the floor and entered the reception room.
A night breeze swept into the room, whipping the edges of the Persian carpet. The crystal chandelier swayed in the wind, casting distorted light and shadow across the floor.
Lu Yuan's gaze swept across the entire room.
Finally, the object landed on Zhang Hao, who was hiding behind the sofa.
"Zhang Hao."
Lu Yuan pronounced the name in a flat, emotionless voice.
Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Hao was so frightened that he scrambled to hide behind He Jiuzhou.
"Old He! It's him! He's that madman! Kill him!" Zhang Hao pointed at Lu Yuan, his voice shrill and distorted.
He Jiuzhou stood up and dusted off his robe.
He glanced at Lu Yuan a few times and snorted coldly.
"Young in age, but with quite a temper. Just because you kicked open the door with brute force, you think you're invincible?"
He Jiuzhou put his hands behind his back, striking a pose like a hermit master.
"Young man, I take pity on you because of your arduous cultivation. Kneel down now and cut off your own arms, and I might take pity on you and leave you with a whole corpse."
Lu Yuan looked at the old man.
Has this old man lost his mind? Do all martial artists on Earth have some kind of serious illness that makes them have to memorize a line before a fight?
"You talk too much nonsense." Lu Yuan raised his right hand.
Upon seeing this, He Jiuzhou assumed that Lu Yuan was about to launch a hidden weapon, and immediately shouted.
"You dare to show off your meager skills before an old master like me!"
He Jiuzhou quickly drew circles with both hands in front of his chest, unleashing his inner energy without reservation.
A visible white wall of air blocked his way.
The surrounding sofas and coffee tables were pushed outwards by this airflow.
"See that! This is the power of a grandmaster!" Wang Jianguo shouted excitedly, his previously anxious heart finally settling down.
Lu Yuan looked at the wall of energy and found it somewhat amusing.
You dare to show off your true qi usage, which is not even as good as the first level of the Qi Refining stage in the cultivation world?
Lu Yuan's finger traced downwards in mid-air.
The air was cut open, and a sharp sound scraped against the eardrums.
A transparent wind blade flew out of his hand.
There were no obstacles.
He Jiuzhou's protective aura, which he was so proud of, was sliced open like a piece of wet toilet paper.
The wind blade continued its relentless advance, slicing from He Jiuzhou's brow all the way down to his groin.
The arrogance on He Jiuzhou's face remained frozen in place.
A thin red line appeared on his forehead.
Immediately afterwards, the person split in two from the middle, falling to either side.
Internal organs and blood were spilled all over the ground.
The air in the reception room was completely sucked out in that instant.
Zhang Hao opened his mouth wide, and a strange gurgling sound came from his throat.
Wang Jianguo's legs went weak, and he slid directly from the armchair to the ground, his pants instantly soaked.