Death Squad

Recently, the three major families have started spending money to recruit forces in order to take revenge on Ye Chen.

The Tang family has already hired two ancient martial arts experts, both of whom are at the Yellow Realm level.

Although the Yellow Realm is considered the lowest tier among the Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow rankings,

the existence of ancient martial artists is extremely rare!

It's like how the worst student at Tsinghua or Peking University would still be considered a top-tier genius elsewhere.

These two ancient martial artists are a father-son duo. The father, Huang Tianrui, is in his sixties, while the son, Huang Junxia, is in his early forties.

When they saw Tang Yu, they nodded slightly as a greeting: "Young Master Tang."

Their attitude was somewhat cold, but Tang Yu wasn’t surprised.

According to the tropes of power fantasy novels, experts serving as enforcers for a spoiled rich kid would naturally feel resentful.

When they eventually face the protagonist, they might even say something like, "I was forced to do this," or some other excuse.

Ancient martial artists at the Yellow Realm level could easily take on ten professional bodyguards without breaking a sweat.

So, it’s only natural for them to have an air of superiority.

"I’ll be heading out soon, and there will be a few experts causing trouble along the way," Tang Yu said.

"But you don’t need to intervene right away. I’ll play with them first."

"When the time is right, I’ll let you know when to step in."

He gave his instructions to the two of them.

This father-son pair was definitely no match for the Death Squad.

The Death Squad members were all at the peak of the Yellow Realm, known to be invincible within their tier.

After all, anyone who came out of the Dragon Soul Organization, even a dog, would be the alpha of dogs.

Hearing Tang Yu’s words, a hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the father and son.

Experts? What a joke.

Anyone who could exchange a few moves with a pretty boy like you must be a complete weakling.

Huang Junxia couldn’t help but speak up.

"Young Master Tang, we were told we’d be dealing with experts when we came here. If this is just about bullying people, maybe you should leave it to the other bodyguards?"

As ancient martial artists, what kind of reputation would we have if we stooped to being thugs for a rich kid?

A true master doesn’t lower themselves to such petty tasks!

"Exactly, they are experts. Stop wasting time and get moving," Tang Yu rolled his eyes and finalized the matter with a wave of his hand.

Huang Junxia was fuming inside. If he had known this was the kind of work they’d be doing, he wouldn’t have come in the first place.

Huang Tianrui patted his son’s shoulder, signaling him to endure for now.

Under Tang Yu’s arrangement, the father and son got into a relatively low-key Audi.

Tang Yu, on the other hand, drove off in his flashy Lamborghini Veneno.

Once the car was on the road, Huang Junxia couldn’t hold back his frustration.

"Dad, what’s going on with the Tang family? Weren’t we told we’d be dealing with an expert? Acting as a lackey for some rich kid is beneath the dignity of our Huang family."

Their family was somewhat renowned in Su Hang as a martial arts clan.

They had been hired by the Tang family at a high price, under the assumption that they’d be facing a formidable opponent.

But their first task was to accompany Tang Yu to deal with some so-called experts that even he could handle?

This was downright humiliating.

Huang Tianrui sighed. "Let’s just go along with it this once. If it really turns out to be like this, we’ll resign and leave tonight."

As martial artists, they had to maintain some principles.

After years of rigorous training, they couldn’t disgrace themselves by becoming enforcers for a spoiled brat.

Huang Junxia nodded in agreement. That was the right way to handle it.

When the car arrived at the entrance of Meile Foods, Tang Ruoyu was already waiting there.

Seeing Tang Yu step out of the car, he greeted him with a smile.

"Brother, you’re here. You must be tired from the trip."

"How’s the investigation into the fake accounts going?"

Tang Yu’s smile carried a hint of deeper meaning.

He already knew that Tang Ruoyu had contacted the Death Squad, but he wasn’t sure where they were hiding.

"It’s all been cleared up. We’ve got both witnesses and evidence. The culprits were just arrested," Tang Ruoyu said with a smile. "How about we grab a meal somewhere?"

The fake account investigation was just a pretense. His real mission today was to lure the snake out of its hole.

"Sure, it’s been a while since we’ve had a meal together. Where should we go?" Tang Yu cooperatively handed over the initiative.

"I know a great countryside restaurant. Should we go there? Should I ride with you or…?"

Tang Ruoyu glanced at Tang Yu’s Lamborghini Veneno, his eyes flickering with envy and resentment.

Being far from the center of power, his family didn’t have access to much wealth.

A supercar like this wasn’t something he could just buy on a whim.

This guy has to die!

The Tang family’s wealth should all be mine!

"Ride with you. My passenger seat is reserved for women," Tang Yu laughed and got into Tang Ruoyu’s Bentley.

Once inside the car, Tang Yu glanced at the rearview mirror.

The Huang family’s car was following at a distance.

He had specifically brought them along today to help clean up the mess.

All four members of the Death Squad had to be dealt with!

Meanwhile, on a hillside by a stretch of road, four men dressed in black were sitting in the grass, smoking.

"How much longer until the target arrives?"

One of them, a gaunt-faced man with twelve fingers—a striking feature—asked.

"About twenty minutes. We should start preparing," a companion replied.

"No rush. Let’s have some fun with him first," the gaunt-faced man lit a cigarette and said, "Have you heard about Dragon Eight?"

"Yeah, he’s in jail now," the other three chuckled, the atmosphere among the Death Squad light and cheerful.

Dragon Eight, one of the Dragon Soul Organization’s Eight Great Generals, had been back in China for less than half a month before landing in prison.

What a disgrace to the Dragon Soul Organization.

"He was always a waste of space. If it weren’t for clinging to Ye Chen’s coattails, he’d never have made it to the Eight Great Generals," the gaunt-faced man sneered.

The other three nodded in agreement.

As elite members of the Dragon Soul Organization, they all aspired to climb higher and join the ranks of the Eight Great Generals.

Being overshadowed by a useless figure like Dragon Eight was deeply frustrating.

"Ye Chen isn’t much better. In the short time he’s been back, he’s already lost tens of billions. All the money we worked so hard to earn, he’s squandered it," the gaunt-faced man continued, taking aim at Ye Chen.

The other three chuckled but didn’t dare to agree too openly.

After all, he was still the Dragon King.

The gaunt-faced man spoke again.

"Today’s mission must be completed, but not for Ye Chen—it’s for Young Master Lu!"

The Young Master Lu he referred to was Lu Junzhuo, the second-ranked general among the Dragon Soul Organization’s Eight Great Generals!

He and Ye Chen were martial brothers, but in terms of talent and skill, Lu Junzhuo far surpassed Ye Chen!

Many even believed that if it weren’t for Ye Chen’s blood relation to the old Dragon King,

the position of Dragon King should have gone to Lu Junzhuo!

The four members of the Death Squad were essentially Lu Junzhuo’s personal elite team!

"After we kill the target today, we’ll present his head to Young Master Lu."

"Killing someone who dared to challenge Ye Chen will be a great achievement for Young Master Lu!"

"With this merit, it will prove that Young Master Lu’s abilities far exceed Ye Chen’s!"

"And once Young Master Lu becomes the Dragon King, the four of us will be promoted to the Eight Great Generals!"

The gaunt-faced man grew more and more excited as he spoke.

"Brothers, we’ve been biding our time with Young Master Lu for so long. Today is the day we make our mark!"

The other three were equally fired up.

"Big Brother!!!"

"Second Brother!!!"

"Third Brother!!!"

"Fourth Brother!!!"