398: People are coming from the capital to eradicate the Li family!

Chapter 390: People from the Capital Arrive to Eradicate the Li Family!

Li Gangshan’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, his forced smile uglier than a cry, as he tried to salvage some dignity: “Master Hong, please see clearly! My Li family has always conducted business honestly; we’ve never had any dealings with a Tang Huang or Li Huang!”

“Someone must be jealous of the harmony between our two families and deliberately set this trap to sow discord!”

Seeing the chill in Chairman Lu Yuhong’s eyes intensify, Li Gangshan secretly clenched his palms.

Tang Huang’s remains had long been burned to ashes, and no one knew about it except a few trusted confidants.

As long as he insisted he knew nothing, even if the Lu family held immense power, they couldn’t do anything without evidence.

Chairman Lu Yuhong’s sinister gaze dissected Li Gangshan. His fingers clenched, murderous intent surged in his chest, but ultimately, it transformed into a cold laugh.

He slowly released his grip on Li Gangshan’s collar, allowing him to stumble backward.

Li Gangshan’s legs felt weak. Only when his feet touched the ground again did the post-escape exhaustion nearly make him collapse.

He incredulously stole a glance at Chairman Lu Yuhong—was that it?

Could it be that the Lu family was, after all, wary of his backing?

Just as Li Gangshan secretly exhaled half a sigh of relief, Lu Xuan, seated at the head of the table, suddenly set down his teacup.

The crisp clink of porcelain made Li Gangshan’s heart, which had just settled, leap back into his throat.

The old man, who had remained silent all this time, had, at some point, fixed his gaze on them. His pale face was reflected in those placid, ancient eyes.

Li Gangshan had once investigated the Lu family’s background and knew they harbored an Old Ancestor who practiced National Art.

But he thought, what good was an old man nearing a hundred, even if he was a National Art expert in his youth?

Time was the fairest judge; no one could stop the passage of years.

Therefore, it would already be difficult for that Lu family Old Ancestor to stand steadily now, let alone walk without assistance.

He would be gasping for breath after three breaths of morning Tai Chi, so how could he still have the energy to meddle in Jianghu disputes?

A hint of a sneer played on Li Gangshan’s lips.

These martial artists were, after all, out of touch with the times. What era was this that they still believed in fisticuffs?

In today’s world, what mattered was an intricate network of connections and immense power.

No matter how high your martial arts, could you be faster than a bullet?

If one shot wasn’t enough, then two. Could even the most formidable Grandmaster withstand a rocket launcher?

He adjusted his suit and tie, a flicker of superiority in his eyes.

The Lu family cherished an old relic as a treasure, unaware that before true power, so-called National Art Great Masters were utterly vulnerable.

Li Gangshan composed himself, musing: The Lu family stumbling upon him this time was probably pure dumb luck, somehow connecting with the Capital.

But so what?

In this day and age, legitimate businessmen all had intricate ties with the Capital; who didn’t have a backer?

His Li family had also operated in the Capital for many years, with deep-rooted connections.

If they truly came to blows, it was uncertain who would fall!

He straightened his back again, his eyes regaining some of the confidence of a business magnate.

After all, in Yifeng Province, Li Gangshan was quite confident that no one could shake his Li family’s Foundation.

“Li Gangshan.”

Old Dog Lu Yulong, seated on the side sofa, spoke slowly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it resonated like a low-pitched bronze bell, echoing through the seven-meter-high hall.

“You should be grateful that the current Lu family values decorum.” He raised a celadon teacup, the misty steam blurring his sharp eyes, “If this were ten years ago, you wouldn’t even have the chance to kneel here.”

When the last word settled, Li Gangshan felt as if struck by lightning, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He stared intently at Old Dog Lu Yulong, who was calmly sipping tea. He knew the background of this Second Master Lu all too well.

A senior member of the Yifeng Province Martial Arts Association, the legitimate heir of Wanhui Guilongquan, whose Disciples were spread across military, political, and business circles.

“Master Long, I…” Li Gangshan tried to maintain his composure and argue, but he was interrupted by urgent footsteps.

Three men in black tight-fitting attire strode in quickly, bending down to whisper in Chairman Lu Yuhong’s ear.

The tattoo on the neck of the leader rippled with his muscles, clearly indicating years of National Art practice.

Li Gangshan’s heart sank abruptly, an ominous premonition coiling around his spine like a venomous snake.

He recognized their attire—the Lu family’s bodyguard unit. Their appearance never boded well.

“Bring them in.”

Immediately after, Chairman Lu Yuhong’s unreserved command rang out like a death knell.

The men took their orders and left, the sound of their leather boots striking the marble floor gradually fading.

In just about ten breaths, five burly men, bound like zongzi with ox-tendon ropes, were pushed in.

When their black hoods were ripped off, Li Gangshan’s legs gave out, and he collapsed into the leather sofa—these were precisely the personal bodyguards he had sent to silence Tang Huang!

The five men had clearly undergone harsh interrogation, each with a deathly pale face, covered in hideous wounds, and some even had arms bent at grotesque angles.

Suddenly, a blood-soaked bodyguard shrieked, not even noticing Li Gangshan slumped in the sofa: “It was all our boss, Li Gangshan, who ordered it!”

“He told us to kill Tang Huang and those Jianghu sorcerers, and bury their ashes under the old locust tree outside the suburbs!”

Before he finished speaking, the others also confessed one after another, fearing that even a moment’s delay would result in further torture.

The entire hall was filled only with the chattering sound of teeth.

After all, there were truly few tough bones in this world that could withstand the “Great Memory Restoration Art.”

“Bastard! You dared to hide the ashes!”

Li Gangshan’s eyes were bloodshot. He sprang up to kick the traitor, but Chairman Lu Yuhong instantly seized the back of his neck like lightning.

That hand seemed to rest casually, yet it instantly drained all strength from him, like a venomous snake caught by its vital spot.

When the five bodyguards saw Li Gangshan’s man-eating gaze, they instinctively recoiled, but then stiffened their necks and sneered:

“Hmph, we brothers in the Jianghu, who doesn’t keep some life-saving charms?”

He spat out a mouthful of blood, “Boss, all those illicit recordings and videos of yours are already saved on a hard drive.”

“If anything happens to us brothers, then those treasures will appear on the cops’ desks!”

The others also chimed in, each with a fierce glint in their eyes, ready to go down fighting.

“Second Brother, take some men to verify the truth.” Lu Yuliang slowly stood up: “If it’s true, contact Director Zhang of the Security Bureau directly.”

With that, he turned to his Third Brother: “Yuhong, personally ‘send’ Director Li to the Security Bureau.”

Upon hearing this, the color drained from Li Gangshan’s face, a mix of joy and despair.

He was glad that entering the Security Bureau would temporarily save his life, but the Lu family had plenty of ways to make him “live out his old age” inside.

Sitting in prison for life was a more torturous outcome than being killed directly—a slow, dull knife, the most agonizing.

However, Li Gangshan gave a bitter smile; he truly had no choice.

To merely escape with his life was already the Lu family’s gesture of decorum, given the current rule of law.

In fact, Li Gangshan’s guess was quite accurate. The current Lu family was no longer the Jianghu family that once lived by the sword.

Fighting and killing? That was the style of low-level thugs.

True high-level players focused on killing without shedding blood.

Of course, if it truly came to a critical juncture, the Lu family would still choose to physically eliminate their opponents, as a Centennial Family (century-old family) always had several contingency plans.

As for Li Gangshan? He was merely a grasshopper after autumn.

From today onwards, there would be no more Li Gangshan in the Yifeng Province business world, nor would the Li family have a foothold.

Even the Lu family had no intention of letting Li Gangshan’s backers off the hook.

A large group of people left the hall, leaving only Lu Xuan and Lu Yuliang.

Lu Yuliang leaned in and whispered into his father’s ear: “Dad, those few from the Capital are almost here.” He glanced at his wristwatch, “I’ll go outside to greet them.”

To deal with the Li family’s backers, only comrades from the Capital could resolve it.

After all, those few in Yifeng Province were too high-ranking.

“Mm.” Lu Xuan’s eyelids flickered towards the outside. He had already sensed the road noise of vehicles entering the manor.