After a mont of silence, a hint of helplessness appeared on Sima Lingyun’s face, just as Lu Tianxing had guessed. He chose to compromise, because no matter what, Lu Tianxing couldn’t die. Allowing mbers of the Netherworld rcenary Corps to enter Beijing might be just a drop in the ocean, unlikely to have a significant effect, but at least it could block those troubleso little ants and ease Lu Tianxing’s pressure.
"Alright, I agree to let the Netherworld rcenary Corps enter Beijing, but there’s one thing you must promise ..."
"You must keep them in check and not let them cause you trouble, right?"
"Correct."
"Rest assured, I will keep them in check and won’t let them act recklessly."
Lu Tianxing nodded and directly agreed.
During this period, he had thought of many things. Sotis, fighting and killing isn’t a perfect life. He hoped Tan Lang and Po Jun could leave the Netherworld rcenary Corps and live a peaceful life. If they tear into the Yanhuang Group, Tan Lang, Po Jun, and others could never live as ordinary people because the Yanhuang Group is a local powerhouse in China. Unless they never return to China, there’s no need to tear into the Yanhuang Group.
"I hope so."
Sima Lingyun nodded slightly and didn’t say more, instead shifting the topic: "Do you have any plans this ti?"
"Plans, what plans could I have? Do you think my plans are useful now?"
Lu Tianxing’s tone seed very calm. This is an open sche; there are no tricks to be calculated, only relying on their respective powers, fighting to the end. The winner becos the king, the loser the bandit; the strong prevail, the weak perish.
"By the way, Sima Lingyun, do you know if your master has erged? I’d like to et him." Lu Tianxing looked at Sima Lingyun and spoke again.
Regarding Lu Tianxing’s words, Sima Lingyun’s expression didn’t change at all, as if he had anticipated the question. He directly answered, "My master has erged and is waiting for you in the Yanhuang Group. If you want to see him, just go to the Ancient and Modern Antiques Store. Soone will take you there."
"Thanks. By the way, do you have ti tomorrow noon? I’d like to treat you to lunch."
"Treat to lunch?"
Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Sima Lingyun was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what he ant, but soon nodded and replied, "No problem, just call then."
"Alright, I’ll call you tomorrow. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first."
Lu Tianxing glanced at Sima Lingyun, nodded, and said nothing more, walking off into the distance.
Sima Lingyun stood still, watching Lu Tianxing’s back with a tranquil expression, sighing softly in his heart. To him, this Beijing trip for Lu Tianxing seed just the prelude to a tempest. If Lu Tianxing learns that Mu Qingxue has been engaged to Tang Qingyun of the Tang Family and is set to marry into the Tang Family next month, that would truly be the onset of the storm.
At that point, it remains uncertain who will win or lose, whose hand deer will fall into, but Sima Lingyun is confident that Lu Tianxing will undoubtedly win this Beijing trip, with little chance of losing.
Beijing has already fallen into the night, clouds converging.
anwhile, atop the villa on Fulong Mountain, Qin Island.
Sun Yaoyang sat sullenly on the sofa, holding a cigar, with icy coldness flickering in his eyes. The glow emanating from his eyes induced a chilling fear.
Just a mont ago, the personnel he dispatched to Modu to investigate Sun Xiong’s death had relayed their findings.
The information returned shocked and infuriated Sun Yaoyang to the extre, his killing intent unmistaken, several tis wishing to imdiately dispatch people to kill Lu Tianxing, dismber him in Modu.
Yet, ultimately, Sun Yaoyang suppressed this rage to the depths of his heart. Despite claiming not to fear the Lu Family, does he truly not fear them?
Impossible. Over twenty years have passed, yet the bloodshed from Old Master Lu wielding a knife into Beijing still hasn’t dissipated. If the Sun Family makes a move against Lu Tianxing, Old Master Lu will surely go berserk. When Old Master Lu storms the North, the Sun Family’s extinction is inevitable. While families harboring grudges against the Lu Family might act, they’ll definitely wait until Old Master Lu and the Sun Family are both badly maid, or simply move after Old Master Lu obliterates the Sun Family.
For the Sun Family, regardless of which outco, both represent a path to demise, rely differing by the timing of death.
But if he let go of his revenge like this, he absolutely cannot swallow this bitterness. Sun Xiong is his only son, and Sun Xiong’s death ans he will have no heirs. Moreover, Lu Tianxing killed Sun Xiong right in front of him. Such hatred cannot be covered by the waters of rivers. To let go of revenge would make him discontent for the rest of his life.
"Lu Family, Lu Tianxing..."
Sun Xiong spat out a few words through gritted teeth, drawing deeply on his cigarette, his eyes occasionally darting towards the door, as if waiting for sothing.
No one knew how long had passed when the tightly closed living room door suddenly swung open and hurried footsteps rushed in from outside.
Sun Yaoyang instinctively raised his head and imdiately saw a striking figure walk in, her face full of undisguised urgency, especially upon seeing Sun Yaoyang’s bloodshot eyes, her footsteps quickened even more.
The newcor was none other than Sun Yaoyang’s mistress cum strategist—Zhang Yue.
Entering the hall, Zhang Yue didn’t waste any ti, marched straight to Sun Yaoyang’s side, and urgently asked, "What’s wrong, Yaoyang, what happened that made you call back so quickly, what happened, don’t scare , what happened?"
Zhang Yue’s face was full of undisguised urgency. She had been out inspecting the Sun family’s enterprises tonight when she suddenly received Sun Yaoyang’s call, asking her to drop everything and hurry back. Imdiately after, he hung up.
This filled her heart with panic and fear that sothing might have happened to Sun Yaoyang, and she rushed back without delay. Upon seeing Sun Yaoyang’s current state, Zhang Yue’s heart skipped fiercely, her ominous premonition intensifying.
Seeing Zhang Yue’s panicked expression, Sun Yaoyang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Yesterday, the intelligence personnel sent to Modu returned with news—I found the murderer who killed Xiong’er."
"Who is it?" Zhang Yue asked instinctively.
"Third Young Master of Lu Family, Lu Tianxing."
Sun Yaoyang spat out a few words through gritted teeth, eyes flickering with enduring hatred.
"What, it’s him?"
Upon hearing Sun Yaoyang’s words, Zhang Yue’s face changed instantly. These days, Lu Tianxing’s na has been resounding throughout China, almost synonymous with madness. Zhang Yue couldn’t believe Sun Xiong died at Lu Tianxing’s hands. If so, the Sun family seeking revenge is almost impossible. Provoking Lu Tianxing would likely lead not only to Lu Tianxing’s wrath, but also to the destruction of the entire Sun family.
"Yaoyang, are you sure it was Lu Tianxing who did it?" Zhang Yue took a deep breath, looking at Sun Yaoyang, speaking deeply, for if this matter involved Lu Tianxing, it required long-term deliberation.
"I’ve confird it several tis; it’s true. Lu Tianxing didn’t hide this matter at all, and Xiong’er indeed died by his hands."
Sun Yaoyang ground his teeth, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Yue’er, tell what to do next. Xiong’er must not die in vain; if I don’t kill Lu Tianxing, I swear I’ll never rest."
Hearing Sun Yaoyang’s words and seeing his bloodshot eyes and intense murderous intent, Zhang Yue tried several tis to persuade Sun Yaoyang to give up revenge.
After all, for the Sun family, it would be better not to provoke the Lu family. Angering the Lu family would an repeating the fate of those families destroyed by Old Sir Lu twenty years ago. Yet whenever she tried to speak, she saw Sun Yaoyang’s grim face and eyes filled with killing intent, knowing he wouldn’t listen and would go to great lengths for revenge. Her persuasion would only deepen his resolve, pushing him beyond restraint.
"Yue’er, do you not have a solution?" Seeing Zhang Yue silent, Sun Yaoyang asked deeply.
Hearing Sun Yaoyang again, Zhang Yue took a deep breath and said, "Yaoyang, have you decided on revenge? Have you thought it through? Once the news leaks out, the Sun family could face annihilation."
"My son will not die in vain; if Lu Tianxing isn’t killed, my son’s soul won’t rest. Without an heir, what use is the Sun family?" Sun Yaoyang took a deep breath, speaking with chilling determination.
Hearing Sun Yaoyang’s words, Zhang Yue sighed deeply and slowly said, "Yaoyang, if you are resolute in seeking revenge, there is indeed a way, but it’s extrely dangerous, akin to walking a tightrope on a cliff. Once the news leaks, we’ll face not only the Lu family but also the forces of the Yanhuang Group. In other words, once leaked, the Sun family is dood, and even us—including everyone in the Sun family—might perish. Do you really want to proceed?"
"I must do it; my son won’t die in vain," Sun Yaoyang snarled, his face twisted, as he saw no point in the Sun family’s existence without his child.
"Alright!"
Upon hearing Sun Yaoyang’s words, Zhang Yue took a deep breath and said, "Yaoyang, I think you’ve heard about the Holy Daughter’s recent appearance in China. If you want revenge, you might target the Holy Daughter from the Church?"
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