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In an instant, everyone turned and ran, fleeing in all directions.

"Take action, don't leave anyone alive." Lu Ting adjusted his glasses and said to the black-clad bodyguards.

The next second, these people skillfully pulled out their pistols and silencers, assembled them in a blink, and immediately raised their hands to shoot.

With a series of muffled gunshots, the fleeing security personnel fell to the ground, each with a bullet hole in the back of their heads, bleeding.

With expressions full of reluctance, they quickly became corpses lying on the ground.

"These people are dead; news of dad's death won't spread for now. The Heaven and Earth Alliance will still see our Lu family as their primary cooperative partner, and those other gangs won't dare to make any moves in secret. But this grudge, we must avenge, investigate, and find out who killed dad and Uncle Hai!"

Lu Lei shook off the grime on his hands and roared in extreme anger.

"To kill Uncle Hai and father, the assassin's power is certainly not simple, at least a practitioner of Dark Force, or even Huajin. Brother, summon our third brother and fourth sister, fifth sister back; we need a lot of resources for this matter,

The Heaven and Earth Alliance supported our cooperation because dad had some personal debts with them. Now that he's gone, those debts are gone too. We must show new sincerity, or the cooperation won't last. Those gangs in Hong Kong are watching us secretly."

Lu Ting adjusted his glasses, looked up at the room above with the smashed window, and fell into deep thought.

According to the last security team members who arrived at the scene, the assassin who killed Lu Pingshan fled like a nimble gecko, climbing up the few stories high villa wall and leaving through that room.

Lu Ting observed the window of the room, which was at least eight or nine meters above the ground. He couldn't help but touch his chin: "Someone, seal the scene, check the house's exterior wall and every room, record every fingerprint and footprint. I don't care who left them, none should be overlooked."

"Yes."

The bodyguards agreed one after another and quickly sprang into action.

"Uncle Hai..." Lu Ting walked to Qi Haijiao's corpse, lifted the white cloth covering him, looked at Qi Haijiao's expression in death, and sighed internally, "Uncle Hai, I will avenge your death too."

...

The yacht returned safely to Min Province. When Wang Longhu and the other two brought Zheng Dongliang back to the mountain factory,

a group of people immediately received the news and rushed out of the factory. Leading them was a man in business attire, his dignified demeanor apparent at a glance.

He bore a strong resemblance to Zheng Dongliang, being Zheng Dongliang's father, Zheng Song, the chairman of Zheng's Zhong Jun Hall.

"Master Wu, you all have worked hard." Zheng Song stepped forward and clasped his hands in gratitude to Master Wu, Wang Longhu, and Huang Ao.

"President Zheng, this was also my responsibility. I didn't guard the factory well, allowing the Lu family from Hong Kong to take advantage." Master Wu shook his head in shame.

"Master Wu, it's not your fault. Who would have thought that in this day and age, those guys from Hong Kong would dare take such risks to use these methods? If the police had caught them, there is no way the Lu family could avoid involvement, and they would definitely face reckoning."

Zheng Song comforted them. For Zheng Song, the kindness of Wang Longhu and others personally going to Hong Kong for a rescue mission was invaluable.

Especially hearing that Lu Pingshan was successfully executed put Zheng Song at ease, as if a weight was lifted from his chest.

Though he wasn't afraid of the Lu family in Hong Kong, there were always people secretly targeting his son, causing Zheng Song considerable distress.

To kill Lu Pingshan was a once and for all resolution.

"Mr. Wang Longhu, right? I've heard Xiaoliang mention you. By my count, you've rescued him at least four times. You're truly a great benefactor to me, Zheng Song. Thank you." Zheng Song expressed his earnest thanks to Wang Longhu standing nearby.

Although Wang Longhu appeared at least two decades younger, Zheng Song knew well that when it came to Martial Artists, age and seniority did not define relationships.

A Dark Force Martial Artist is already the top level of civilian combat power. If a Dark Force Martial Artist wanted to kill you, without a 24/7 armed security team to protect you, you wouldn't live to see the next sunrise.

And if someone reached the level of Huajin, it was even more terrifying. Within ten steps, even with a gun, no one could keep a person alive from the hands of a Huajin Martial Artist.

This was the terror of Martial Artists, so any business magnate familiar with the world would never easily cross a Martial Artist.

"No need for thanks, President Zheng." Wang Longhu nodded.

At this time, Zheng Song noticed Wang Longhu's limp arm and, with his background in traditional medicine business, immediately understood there was a problem with Wang Longhu's arm. He curiously inquired, "Mr. Wang, your arm?"

Wang Longhu replied with a calm smile, "Dislocated when chasing Lu Pingshan. Haven't had the chance to set it yet."

"Why didn't you mention something like that earlier, Mr. Wang? Although I don't practice martial arts, I know that injuries to muscles and bones take a hundred days to heal. Quickly, take Mr. Wang to see Master Wei, and make sure to treat his injuries well." Zheng Song's expression instantly became serious, instructing his assistant sternly.

Wang Longhu originally intended to refuse, but Master Wu pressed his shoulder: "Old Chen might be arrogant, but his medical skills are still decent. Let him treat your arm, otherwise this injury could delay you a lot."