Chapter 89 - 72: Singing Opera? Producing a Grandmaster of Divine Intent?

Chapter 89: Chapter 72: Singing Opera? Producing a Grandmaster of Divine Intent?

As the Young Master of the Cyan Dragon Gang, Wang Zhao Long had long grown tired of ordinary women. Only this kind of thrill could bring him an unusual sense of pleasure.

The gunshots and explosion in the front courtyard? He heard them but didn’t care in the slightest.

In Wang Zhao Long’s mind, it was nothing more than his father dealing with some ignorant fool, or perhaps just testing out new weapons.

In all of Yun Port City, who would dare cause trouble for the Cyan Dragon Gang now?

WHOOSH!

The two heavy, carved wooden doors of the bedroom were shoved open with great force!

A frigid night wind instantly poured into the warm and fragrant room!

As Wang Zhao Long was only wearing thin silk pajama pants, the sudden blast of cold wind made him shiver.

Wang Zhao Long frowned in displeasure, turning his head toward the door and cursing, "Which blind son of a bitch is it!"

"How dare..."

His curse died in his throat as his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks.

At the door stood an old man in tattered black clothes, clutching a heavy black pistol.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

A series of crisp, clean shots rang out, with no hesitation whatsoever.

The bullets precisely drilled into Wang Zhao Long’s forehead, eye socket, throat, and chest... One after another, blossoms of blood burst open on his body.

The woman on the bed was tied up; she couldn’t move or see what was happening, so she could only bite her lip and shut her eyes tightly.

Lu Yun casually tossed the pistol, its magazine now empty, onto the floor and left.

’This American quick-draw is handy. Draw and fire in a flash. No need to think, just empty the magazine.’

According to the information he had forced out of Wei Ji earlier, this Wang Zhao Long was the last direct relative of Wang Weijing remaining in the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters.

As for Wang Weijing’s many illegitimate children scattered throughout the other corners of Yun Port City... Lu Yun had no intention of personally hunting each of them down.

Wang Weijing was a ruthless and endlessly greedy man who had also thrown in his lot with the Wa Country. As they say in the underworld, his enemies could form a line stretching from Yun Port City all the way to the east coast of the Great United States.

When the sun rises in the morning, news of Wang Weijing’s death will spread throughout Yun Port City.

Those long-suffering victims who were oppressed by the Cyan Dragon Gang and could only swallow their anger will swarm like sharks that have smelled blood.

At that point, Lu Yun wouldn’t need to lift a finger. Someone would naturally carry out justice, hunting down and settling the score with those "seeds" Wang Weijing left behind.

By then, forget about a living person—I’m afraid even an earthworm in the Wang Family’s yard would be dug up from three feet deep and chopped to pieces by those revenge-crazed enemies!

When Lu Yun appeared again, he was already inside the Wa Country Concession in Yun Port City. He had also changed into a clean, crisp, black Zhongshan suit.

’Kameida Koji... should be in there.’

Recalling the information he had gathered the day before, Lu Yun cut through the streets and alleys of the concession, finally sneaking up to a traditional Wa-style building within the Wa Country Consulate compound.

It was a detached, single-story wooden house with black roof tiles, white walls, and low-hanging eaves. Its sliding, paper-lattice wooden doors were shut tight.

Outside stood a small squad of a dozen or so Wa Country soldiers in khaki uniforms, armed with live ammunition.

Lu Yun hid in the shadows of the opposite building, observing quietly. The defenses were extremely tight; getting close without alerting anyone would be nearly impossible.

’Looks like... I’ll have to use a more dramatic approach tonight.’

Lu Yun shook his head to himself. ’I really need to find an opportunity to learn a superior movement art for getting over high walls and across rooftops.’

He slowly pulled several Wa-made hand grenades from his coat, which he had previously acquired from the Cyan Dragon Gang.

The patrol squad reached the side of the wooden house and was just about to turn back. In that instant, Lu Yun swung his arm forcefully, sending several grenades rolling to the feet of the Wa Country soldiers.

"Hm? What’s this..." a Wa Country soldier muttered, looking down in confusion.

The next second, a deafening chain of explosions erupted!

A dazzling blaze shot toward the sky, instantly engulfing the patrol squad!

The moment the fiery blast drew the attention of the remaining guards, a black figure shot forward!

Lu Yun vaulted directly over the front yard’s low fence and the burning wreckage, landing steadily on the house’s veranda.

While running, he clenched his right fist. His bones and tendons sang in unison as Qi rapidly gathered at his knuckles.

Then, from several meters away, he threw a punch. The solid wooden door instantly shattered to pieces.

The inside of the house was simply furnished in a typical Wa-style, with tatami mats, a low table, and a samurai sword hanging on the wall.

In the very center of the room stood a short, stocky officer in a traditional, dark-blue Wa Country uniform.

Who else could it be but Kameida Koji? He scrambled up from behind the low table, looking disheveled.

Upon seeing Lu Yun’s face—the same one he had seen earlier that day—Kameida Koji immediately counterattacked.

He snatched the pistol from the low table and frantically pulled the trigger, aiming at Lu Yun!

"Baka! Die!"

Lu Yun neither dodged nor evaded, simply striding forward into the hail of bullets.

The bullets struck his black Zhongshan suit, instantly riddling the fabric with holes. But that was all; they only left faint white marks on his skin.

The 2nd Floor of Hard Qigong, the "Steel Bone" realm, combined with the protective Qi of the Late-stage Huajin, rendered him nearly immune to pistol fire at this close range!

Under Kameida Koji’s terrified and despairing gaze, Lu Yun closed the distance and stood before him in just a few steps.

Then, his hands shot out, one left and one right, firmly gripping Kameida Koji’s shoulders.

A kindly smile appeared on Lu Yun’s face. He was about to perform an act in homage to a certain predecessor.