I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city

The interior of the Lu family's mansion is vast; newcomers cannot recognize specific directions.

Wang Longhu and Huang Ao wandered through the corridors, eventually spotting a middle-aged woman pushing a trash cart, seemingly a cleaning staff.

Without Wang Longhu needing to say much, Huang Ao charged out instantly, grabbing the middle-aged woman's head and neck, lowering his voice to say viciously: "Don't scream. If you dare, I'll snap your neck in seconds."

The middle-aged woman clearly had never experienced such a scene, instantly frightened, frozen in place, unsure what to do.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to ask you—who in this house has the most say?" Wang Longhu approached, asking in a gentle tone.

Questions like where Zheng Dongliang is being held—the cleaning personnel would surely not know.

Lu Pingshan kidnapped Zheng Dongliang to threaten Zheng Song into handing over the Purple Ganoderma, indicating how important Zheng Dongliang is to him.

So Zheng Dongliang must be held in an extremely secretive and safe location. In wealthy family homes, such hidden places like basements or secret chambers are quite normal, so Wang Longhu could only ask someone with deep knowledge of the Lu family.

"It's Uncle Hai," the cleaning lady answered, trembling.

The whole Lu family's affairs, big and small, are managed by Uncle Hai; since Lu Pingshan fell ill and couldn't get up, Uncle Hai's power became even greater.

In the Lu family, even Lu Pingshan's children respect him tremendously, never refusing his commands, which speaks volumes about Uncle Hai's status.

"Where is he? Take me to him." Wang Longhu immediately said.

If coming to Hong Kong Island was akin to entering a dragon's lair, coming to the Lu family's stronghold was like living with tigers. The longer they stayed here, the more dangerous it became; they had to quickly act and resolve.

"I…" The cleaning lady appeared troubled, knowing the two men before her were no good. If she led them to Uncle Hai, causing him harm,

then she would have a hard time surviving in Hong Kong Island afterward.

"What do you mean? Waste my time again and I'll kill you." Huang Ao pressed hard with his hand, barking harshly.

The cleaning lady quickly responded, "I, I'll lead the way. Just don't kill me."

Under her guidance, Wang Longhu and Huang Ao navigated through the maze-like mansion, finally reaching a quaint, antique wooden door.

Carved with plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, the doorknob was wooden, distinct from other doors Wang Longhu had seen, indicating it wasn't for ordinary people.

"This is Uncle Hai's room, though I don't know if he's here now," the cleaning lady said.

Huang Ao gently pushed the door open and entered first, with Wang Longhu covering him from behind.

The room was arranged very simply; the bed was wooden, lacking tables or chairs, only a few meditation cushions on the ground, and a broken bookcase in the corner.

Filled with books on human meridians, acupuncture points, and organs.

The strangest part was the windowless room, utterly void of any lighting.

"This Uncle Hai is certainly an adept," Huang Ao couldn't help but speak.

Wang Longhu wasn't surprised; as the Lu family's butler, surely he must possess unique skills.

"Even Lu Pingshan's adopted son is a Dark Force expert; the Lu family's butler might well be a formidable monk," Wang Longhu laughed, then knocked out the cleaning lady, placing her in the room's corner.

"Next, we just need to wait here and hope Uncle Hai knows where Zheng Dongliang is kept," Huang Ao sighed.

Employed by Zheng Song, Huang Ao had failed to protect the factory owner's son, a humiliating fact, so rescuing Zheng Dongliang and avenging his brother Ah Xiao were crucial for him.

The two found a spot in the room to sit, quietly waiting for its master's arrival.

The deserted corridor saw Qi Haijiao in a Tang suit, eyes somberly fixed ahead.

For years, his relationship with Lu Pingshan was both hierarchical and brotherly; watching Lu Pingshan nearing an end brought deep sadness.

Feeling powerless welled up inside, muddling thoughts.

"Even with billions, before life, fate remains fair, none shall gain eternal life. Sigh…" Qi Haijiao sighed, worried, as he reached his room, opening the door.

Now, the only chance to save Lu Pingshan was the Purple Ganoderma and Marrow Cleansing Scripture; however, neither held much hope for it to work.

Desperation makes people cling even to a straw; dead horses are treated as living ones.

Bang!

The door shut, the night darkened, as Qi Haijiao prepared to remove his Tang suit, he caught a faint scent of tobacco.

He had quit smoking decades ago; no way it was from him.