Chapter 655 - 413: Boarding! (Part 2)

Chapter 655: Chapter 413: Boarding! (Part 2)

The intruder was definitely not a good person, and their target was clear, with ruthless methods!

Leng Shengchen’s phone slipped from his hand with a "clatter" and shattered the screen in an instant.

The malice and desire on his face froze instantly, replaced by a ghastly pallor.

Now, only one thought was left in Leng Shengchen’s mind.

It’s over! How did everything get exposed so quickly? Who could it be? The police? Or... someone even more terrifying?

Fear surged through his body like electricity, overwhelming all thought.

Without thinking, driven almost by survival instinct, Leng Shengchen suddenly changed direction and dashed towards the back door of the villa like his life depended on it!

The dignity of being the young master of the Leng Family, the plan to cover up the evidence, all were thrown to the wind.

Escape!

The back door, as long as he could escape through the back door, into the garden that connected to the forest...

But Leng Shengchen’s thought of escaping seemed so naïve and laughable in reality.

He had just staggered towards the back door, not even having a chance to see the outside scene clearly, when several figures, as towering as iron towers, blocked the path.

Outside the back door stood more than a dozen figures cloaked in black combat uniforms and bulletproof vests.

They were silent, their eyes under the masks cold as machines, and the specially shaped firearms in their hands glimmered ominously in the sunlight.

A well-trained murderous aura hit him in the face.

Leng Shengchen was shaken to the core, not having time to react before two burly men swiftly approached.

His showy martial arts were useless against the absolute professional fighting skills, his arms forcibly twisted behind his back.

A "click" sounded as special handcuffs were locked on him.

Instantly, he was lifted up from both sides, his feet barely touching the ground, like a piece of cargo swiftly taken towards the villa’s front door.

Leng Shengchen’s struggles and curses along the way were all in vain.

When he was dragged to the door, at what he saw, he fell silent instantly, a chill shooting up from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He saw four bodyguards lying unconscious on the ground, being rapidly dragged away by other black-clad personnel.

And the most eye-catching in the scene were two elderly men in Daoist robes.

One was wearing a bright red Daoist robe, embroidered with flowing cloud and flame patterns, exuding a natural authority.

The other was clad in a purple Daoist robe, decorated with a star and Eight Trigrams diagram, with a serene and imposing aura.

Although both had white hair and beards, their complexion was rosy, with eyes glimmering with wisdom, surrounded by an invisible "field" around them.

An overwhelming righteous aura swept through, cleansing the lingering evil energy, clearly resembling two enlightened Daoist Masters.

The gazes of these two elders, like four sharp swords, pierced through Leng Shengchen’s mental defenses instantly.

The red-robed elder sneered, his voice booming like a bell, resonating in Leng Shengchen’s eardrums: "Hmph, so it is here indeed!"

"The lingering malice and death energy are so intense; those three corpses must have triggered the country’s great fate with dark magic, dying from backlash, deserving of their fate!"

The purple-robed elder’s gaze was as sharp as lightning, sweeping over Leng Shengchen’s pale and twisted face, his words carrying an indifferent disdain of seeing through everything: "I wondered what kind of monster was causing trouble, turns out it was the remnants of the ’Underworld Wealth Demon Sect’."

The words from the elder’s mouth struck heavily on Leng Shengchen’s heart.

In this moment, his last psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Leng Shengchen, terrified by the term "Underworld Wealth Demon Sect remnant", struggled wildly, screeching with a falsely tough exterior.

"It’s not my business! I don’t know anything! This is trespassing; I’ll sue you! I’ll make sure you rot in jail!"

He lifted his head with effort, trying to find a hint of fear on the faces of these people, then hysterically played his trump card.

"My dad is Leng Hongjie! Chairman of the Minghuang Group! My mom is Ying Qingqing—she’s the current... department deputy... Ying Canglin’s daughter!

I am his real grandson! If you dare touch me, the Leng Family, the Ying Family won’t let you get away with it!"

He stared dead at the two Daoist elders, hoping the name of "Minghuang Group" and that department deputy would change their expressions dramatically.

However—

"Hmm?"

The two Daoist priests didn’t even raise their eyelids upon hearing his words. The red-robed elder’s mouth even curled into an undisguised sneer.

The purple-robed elder slowly stroked his long beard, his tone as plain as discussing the weather.

"Oh? A deputy of the land department it seems."

He shook his head slightly, as if hearing something trivial and insignificant, "Even if it were the primary position, so what?"

The detachment and transcendence in the purple-robed Daoist’s words chilled Leng Shengchen to the bone.

He simply could not understand how someone could show such utter disdain for the background he relied on, a background strong enough to run rampant in Dragon Country.

Leng Shengchen certainly wouldn’t understand.

These two Daoists were contemporary Heavenly Masters residing at Cyan Spring Mountain, guarding the national fate, their status highly revered, comparable to ancient "State Preceptors".

The high-ranking people at the eldest’s residence, upon seeing them, had to respectfully address them as "Old Heavenly Masters".

After all, what these two Heavenly Masters focused on and guarded was the dragon vein fortune of this land and the welfare of billions of living beings.

What was a mere commercial family, or a department deputy... in the eyes of such beings, how were they different from ants? Did they deserve to be considered?

"Take him away."

Meanwhile, inside Lu Xiaoying’s villa, was a completely different scene.

In the first-floor hall, Lu Xuan sat calmly on the sofa, holding a cup of clear tea, exuding an air of leisure and ease, amidst the curling aroma of tea, there’s an air of tranquility as if watching the clouds roll and unwind.