Chapter 84 - 70: The Family Behind the Gong Family, Above Huajin is the Grandmaster of Divine Intent

Chapter 84: Chapter 70: The Family Behind the Gong Family, Above Huajin is the Grandmaster of Divine Intent

"You mean not even the power of a Grandmaster of Huajin, or guns and cannons, can kill them?"

Gong Yuanshan shook his head. "No one knows for sure. The two clan elders only ever mentioned one power in this world that could threaten them."

Gong Ning blurted out, "What is it?"

Gong Yuanshan raised his eyes, his gaze falling upon his daughter’s face. "Something above a Grandmaster of Huajin."

’Above a Grandmaster of Huajin?’

In response to his daughter’s curiosity, Gong Yuanshan looked away and slowly uttered four words: "Grandmaster of Divine Intent."

"In any case, this trip south to Yun Port City was a joint decision by the two clan elders and the seven Elders. The Gong Family cannot live forever under the shadow of that clan."

"They hope that we can establish a truly independent and flourishing branch for the Gong Family here, in this great southern port, far from the maelstrom of the north."

"Do you understand?"

Gong Ning took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "I understand!"

Deep in the night, at the headquarters of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

It was a massive complex of buildings near the city’s western docks, covering a vast area and surrounded by high walls topped with electric fences. This was the lair of Wang Weijing, the Gang Leader of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

In the darkness, the entire complex was brightly lit, its security as tight as a military fortress.

Atop the high walls, inside and outside the main gate, and in every corner, Cyan Dragon Gang thugs with sidearms could be seen patrolling back and forth.

That old dog Wang Weijing had a certain degree of "self-awareness."

Ever since he had publicly pledged allegiance to Wa Country in Yun Port City, he knew he had become a public enemy.

There was no telling how many people wanted to devour him alive.

Although a Grandmaster of Huajin was powerful, he wasn’t an indestructible Immortal who could ignore the firepower of modern weapons.

If he were targeted by some reclusive master with supreme skills, or if a desperate enemy came at him with dynamite and foreign guns in a suicide attack...

...even he could easily meet a disastrous end.

Therefore, whenever Wang Weijing went out, he was always surrounded by a large entourage, and the number of armed guards at his side never dropped below one hundred.

Deep within the headquarters, inside an extremely secret, soundproof, and extravagantly decorated bedroom.

Wang Weijing wore only a pair of silk pajama pants, his muscular upper body exposed.

He was flanked by two young women with voluptuous figures and beautiful faces, flirting with them as he held them close.

The air in the room was thick with the reek of alcohol and the scent of perfume.

"Don’t be afraid, beauties. Let Master Wang take good care of you..."

A glint shone in Wang Weijing’s single eye as his large hands roamed over the women’s bodies. His tone was flippant. "Tsk, tsk. That dead bastard Xu Fei really knew how to live. The women he kept hidden away are more exquisite than the last..."

"Too bad he didn’t have the good fortune to enjoy them. Now they all belong to me! HAHAHAHA!"

「Four hours later!」

Wang Weijing calmly pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.

’Nothing beats being a Grandmaster of Huajin...’

He stretched his limbs, feeling the vigorous and surging qi, blood, and energy that still coursed through his body.

Ever since he had consumed the "Immortal Flesh" and forced a breakthrough to this Realm, Wang Weijing felt like he had been reborn, his energy endless.

’Forget four hours. I could go for another twenty and still... heheh.’

However, this was just an appetizer. He had real business to attend to.

The moment he thought about how that Lu Jingteng from the Lu Family had publicly humiliated him at the Ping’an Restaurant today, leaving him in an awkward position and even earning him a slap across the face from Kameida...

...the wicked fire in Wang Weijing’s heart flared up with a WHOOSH!

’Grandmaster of Huajin? Lu Yun?’

’I’d like to see just how many bullets that old bag of bones can take!’

Tonight, he had secretly mobilized seven or eight hundred of the gang’s most elite gunmen, equipped them with the heaviest firepower, and was preparing to launch a direct assault on the Lu Family Mansion!

No conspiracies, no tricks. Just a straightforward, frontal assault with guns blazing.

’I, Wang Weijing, will see if that old geezer from the Lu Family is truly an Immortal descended to the mortal realm, if he can protect that arrogant son of his who doesn’t know his own limits, and your entire Lu Family, young and old, in a hail of gunfire!’

With that thought, Wang Weijing delayed no longer. He straightened his robes and strode toward the assembly hall in the rear of the headquarters.

The rear assembly hall was also brilliantly lit.

When Wang Weijing stepped inside, most of the Cyan Dragon Gang’s core leadership who remained at the headquarters—the Vice Gang Leader, the various Hall Masters, the Incense Masters, and others—had already arrived.

Just then, Wang Weijing’s gaze swept across the room. His brow gradually furrowed, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his single eye.

"Where’s Wei Ji? Where did that old bastard run off to?"

Wei Ji was his most senior and also his strongest Hall Master.

Tonight’s raid plan couldn’t proceed without his strength and the cooperation of his men.

As soon as Wang Weijing asked, a wave of suggestive laughter rippled through the hall.

A few of the drunken high-ranking members exchanged winks and leered. "Hehehe... Gang Leader, Master Wei... he’s probably still off enjoying himself in some love nest!"

"You know him, his old habits are acting up again. He just got his hands on a few women from Yishun Hall and is enjoying his new toys!"

"Yeah, yeah! He’s probably ’working hard’ right now and has completely forgotten about the meeting! Hahaha!"

Looking at this group of degenerate, pleasure-seeking subordinates, Wang Weijing’s anger flared. He violently slammed his hand on the rosewood tea table beside him!

BANG! With a loud crash, the hard table shattered on impact!

Wang Weijing roared, "You bastards! Go drag him over here right now!"

"If I don’t see him in three minutes, I’ll go castrate him myself! Do you hear me?"

The laughter in the hall stopped abruptly. Startled by their leader’s explosive rage, everyone sobered up instantly.

The Incense Master closest to the door scrambled to his feet and stammered, "Yes! Yes! Calm your anger, Gang Leader! This subordinate will go at once! At once!"

In a remote side room near the rear hall.

The door was tightly shut. From inside, the faint sounds of a woman’s suppressed sobs and a man’s heavy panting could be heard.

After a long while, the door creaked open from the inside with a SQUEAK.

A stout, middle-aged man with a brutish face, wearing only a thin robe and with scratch marks on his chest, walked out, shaking his head in satisfaction.

It was none other than Hall Master Wei Ji. He looked back into the dim room and ordered in a gruff voice, "Almost forgot about business... The Gang Leader said there’s a meeting tonight. Something big is happening."

"You girls stay put and wash yourselves clean. Wait for me to come back after the meeting to ’take care’ of you again! Heheh..."

After another lewd chuckle, he pulled the door shut behind him and turned to head toward the assembly hall.

However, the moment Wei Ji turned, the lecherous grin on his face froze!

A person was standing silently before him—or to be more precise, an old man leaning on a cane.

He was dressed in a simple black Zhongshan suit, holding a strange, dark purple wooden staff.

Lu Yun looked at the dumbfounded Wei Ji and slowly forced what he considered a "kindly" smile onto his face.

"If you’re going to a meeting, could you bring an old man like me along?"