Jiangdong CBD, Jinlu Group Building.
The glass curtain wall of the exterior gleams brilliantly in the sunlight, showcasing the unique majesty of this comrcial landmark.
Inside the building, within the president’s office located on the top floor.
Lu Yongquan stands by the window in a sharply tailored suit, his posture upright.
His hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, he overlooks the city under the setting sun.
The streets below have already entered the peak of the evening rush, with vehicles surging like a relentless tide.
His gaze is stern, his brow occasionally furrowing slightly, betraying the gravity within.
Suddenly, a "ding" sound rings in the tranquil air.
A clear electronic tone enters his ears.
Lu Yongquan imdiately turns slightly, alert, looking in that direction.
He sees behind him, a shelf filled with precious porcelain antiques, usually used for decoration, slowly splitting in the middle, revealing a hidden dark door.
As the door crack gradually opens, strands of eerie green light seep out, adding a mysterious touch to the luxurious office.
Soon after, four black-robed figures file out from within.
The elder at the head is thin and tall, the black robe hangs loosely on him, yet eerily twists with the wind, as if possessed of life.
The three who follow move with synchronized precision, as though tethered by invisible strings.
Their faces are entirely hidden within their hoods, their robes swaying slightly as they move, making no sound of footsteps.
They exude a chilling aura of deathly silence, like phantoms from another dinsion.
"Second Uncle."
Lu Yongquan’s eyes narrow, then he quickly regains composure, stepping forward with a hint of concern in his voice:
"There’s really no need for you to personally take such risks. I’ve already arranged adequate personnel at the manor, and the plan is thorough and ticulous, ensuring nothing will go wrong..."
The black-robed elder lifts his head, revealing a face weathered by ti.
This person is none other than Lu Family’s elusive Second Elder, Lu Shihua, known for his long-term seclusion and ditation.
He gazes intently at Lu Yongquan, his voice carrying a raspy undertone:
"Yongquan, you must rember, there’s no such thing as a foolproof plan, there’s always an unforeseeable variable that may arise."
"But..."
Lu Yongquan starts to speak anxiously.
He manages only two words before Lu Shihua cuts him off with a wave of his hand.
"The photos you sent last ti, I saw them. Among them are Lamas from the Black Sect. The one standing behind them is an old rival of mine."
Lu Shihua slightly narrows his eyes, a cold gleam flickering within his pupils.
"Back then, he and I battled fiercely, and I never thought, after all these years, he’d find a chance to disrupt us again. So this ti, I must oversee the scene personally to ensure that our Lu Family doesn’t hit a snag."
Lu Yongquan frowns, his gaze still tinged with reluctance:
"Then let go instead. I’ve fully mastered the secret skills you taught ."
As he speaks, he glances at the other three hooded black-robed figures behind Lu Shihua.
Then, with even greater resolve, he adds:
"Second Uncle, I understand the family crisis more than anyone. I endure the tornt daily, train hard, so that one day I might bear the responsibility, not hide behind you as a re spectator."
Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashes in Lu Shihua’s eyes:
"Yongquan, having this determination is enough."
Then his tone shifts, becoming solemn.
"But right now, your father is gravely ill. As the eldest son of the Lu Family, you bear the burden of the entire family’s safety. If any mishap occurs again, the entire Lu Family will be in chaos."
Seemingly rembering other unruly nephews, Lu Shihua’s eyes fill with helplessness and regret, and he sighs softly.
Saying this, he steps forward, placing both hands heavily on Lu Yongquan’s shoulders, staring intently at this most outstanding descendant of the Lu Family.
"We are walking on a perilous peak, one wrong step and it’s all over. We must proceed with caution, ensure every detail is considered, to secure the family’s great undertakings."
"Only if you live well and manage the overall situation can you stabilize the precarious edifice of the Lu Family. This is your responsibility and the hope of the family, do you understand?"
Listening to the trust his Second Uncle places in him, Lu Yongquan presses his lips together, remaining silent for a mont.
He recalls the recent ostracism and suppression the Lu Family has suffered, being besieged by those new aristocrats in both political and comrcial spheres like wolves pouncing on prey.
As for his brothers, they’re either indulging in pleasures or diocre, none can be relied upon.
A thousand-year-old family, now struggling with each step, nearly reduced to a second-rate clan, almost forgotten in a corner.
The root cause lies in the continual decline of the family’s Secret Realm, leading to a dwindling of elite mbers, failing to flourish as in the past.
Standing side by side, they gaze upon the bustling cityscape outside the window.
The afterglow of the sunset filters through the glass, casting a dreamy orange hue, elongating their silhouettes.
"The size of the Secret Realm has again diminished these days. If our Lu Family does not fight back, we might not hold out for long."
Lu Shihua’s voice is low, filled with a deep sense of unwillingness:
"Since the heavens have granted us a chance to turn the tide, we must seize it without fail."
"Tonight’s operation is not only for your father but also for the family’s honor for hundreds of years to co. Success or failure hinges on this, we must be prepared to pay any price if necessary!"
Saying this, Lu Shihua turns back, fixing his gaze intently on his nephew.
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