286: Chapter 286 Retreat or War?

Han Jingyang hadn't even used any real torture yet, and the male Taiwanese frog had already spilled everything.

According to the male Taiwanese frog, they were a master and his two disciples.

The master, Wu Zhiyang; the senior disciple, Yang Jinyuan; and the male Taiwanese frog, Zhao Junsheng.

Zhao Junsheng had apprenticed under Wu Zhiyang ten years ago and had been training in Taiwan ever since. This was his first time visiting the mainland. He had come to Quancheng with his master, Wu Zhiyang, and senior disciple, Yang Jinyuan, at someone's invitation to do a job; only his master, Wu Zhiyang, knew the specific details.

However, after arriving in Quancheng, Wu Zhiyang did not rush to meet with the person who invited them. Instead, he went straight to Xiaowang Village to track down the whereabouts of a jade guan gong statue.

Han Jingyang knew everything that happened after that.

The sequence of events was very simple.

It was just three bold and ruthless Taiwanese frogs who came to Quancheng at someone's invitation to do a job, and decided to take on some side work while they were at it.

As a result, they crashed and burned when they ran into Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang asked for very detailed information.

Zhao Junsheng told him everything he knew, without holding anything back, even spilling all the dirty work his master had done back in Taiwan.

After finishing, Zhao Junsheng trembled and stared with eyes matted with blood, asking, "Mr. Han, can you let me go? I, I will return to Taiwan right now and never step foot on the mainland again. Please, I, I still have my old mother and younger sister to support..."

Han Jingyang, while rummaging through the items confiscated from Zhao Junsheng, smiled and said, "Don't be silly, brother. I don't kill my own countrymen."

As he spoke, he put the sunglasses confiscated from Zhao Junsheng back onto Zhao Junsheng's face and patted his shoulder. "Brother, seeing as you've been so cooperative, I won't torture you anymore. You can go now. Have a safe trip."

After saying this, he signaled to Lin Yuelan and then walked straight back to the car.

Seeing this, Lin Yuelan took a deep breath, walked over to Zhao Junsheng, crouched down, drew her single-edged blade with a 'shing', and struck cleanly.

Han Jingyang casually sent a message to Zhang Zhiyang.

When dealing with this kind of scum of the martial world, no matter how you kill them, it's not excessive.

Besides, they were foreign scum of the martial world; killing them all wouldn't cause any trouble. Both the authorities and the public would only applaud.

Of course, it was also because Han Jingyang couldn't be bothered with the aftermath.

If he had the ability and energy to dispose of Zhao Junsheng cleanly without leaving a single trace, he certainly wouldn't have bothered Zhang Zhiyang.

Normally, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better.

Right now, he was in a rush to hunt down Wu Zhiyang and Yang Jinyuan, those two defeated foes, so he had no choice but to let Zhang Zhiyang help with the aftermath.

The western suburbs of Quancheng.

Inside a villa.

Wu Zhiyang paced anxiously, tugging at his beard from time to time.

Yang Jinyuan comforted him softly from the side, "Master, don't worry. Junior brother's strength is not bad, he is alert, and since he received the news in advance, he will definitely be able to escape."

Wu Zhiyang's face was grim. "The group from Jiguang Zhai is quite capable. If they really set their sights on your junior brother, I'm afraid..."

"Master, we just underestimated the enemy. If we had prepared in advance, or even just had a little bit of precaution, we wouldn't have lost face the moment we met them."

"It's not that simple. Didn't you hear what that man surnamed Zhang said?"

"Mainlanders just like to praise each other; their experts are basically all hyped up that way. In reality, they have almost no combat ability. Master, we have set up a Feng Shui formation here. Not to mention a few young wandering martial artists, even if the bald donkeys from Thousand Buddha Mountain came, we would have nothing to fear."

Wu Zhiyang's expression softened slightly.

At this moment, a chubby Xiao Pingtou ran upstairs with a 'thump-thump-thump' sound: "Mr. Wu, have you still not made contact with your disciple?"

Wu Zhiyang's expression immediately returned to calm. He shook his head and said, "Although my disciple's strength is average, he is alert and received the news in advance, so he will definitely be able to escape."

"Then why can't you contact him?"

"Perhaps his phone ran out of battery. Mr. Zhang, is something the matter?"

The chubby Xiao Pingtou sighed. "Mr. Wu, I personally don't want to get involved in your private affairs, but I must warn you: you are currently in great danger. The safest course of action is to leave here immediately and find a place your disciple doesn't know about to stay for a while."

Wu Zhiyang narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I told you before, do not provoke Han Jingyang. His strength is very high—outrageously high—and very strange. He is young but has incredible means. He hasn't been in the scene for long, but many experts have already fallen into his hands. Underestimating him will come at a price."

"Mr. Zhang, I am a Feng Shui Master."

"And?"

"I have set up a Feng Shui formation here. Within this formation, my strength will increase exponentially. With my disciple, even a truly first-class expert wouldn't be able to gain any advantage in my formation."

The chubby Xiao Pingtou widened his eyes in surprise. "Really?"

Wu Zhiyang puffed out his chest and gently stroked his large beard, his face full of arrogance. "I, Wu Zhiyang, have roamed Taiwan for so many years, and what I have relied on has never been direct combat, but rather exquisite and unparalleled formations."

The fit young woman Yang Jinyuan also nodded. "My master is the most talented successor of our school, proficient in all kinds of secret formations passed down by our sect. When it comes to mastery of formations, he can be ranked on a global scale."

The chubby Xiao Pingtou thought for a moment. "Since you are so confident, I, as a layman, won't interfere. However, I must remind you of one thing: this Han Jingyang is truly strange. Whether it's his cultivation or his actions, he is different from ordinary people. You had better be prepared, just in case."

Wu Zhiyang nodded slightly. "It would be fine if he can't find this place, but if he really does find it, I will let him witness the power of people in this world."

As the words fell.

The chubby Xiao Pingtou's ear suddenly twitched. He covered his earpiece and listened for a moment, his expression changing.

A few seconds later, he looked up at Wu Zhiyang. "Mr. Wu, Han Jingyang's car is heading this way. Your disciple is likely in grave danger."

Wu Zhiyang was instantly enraged and grabbed the collar of Xiao Pingtou. "What did you say?"

Xiao Pingtou unhurriedly pushed away Wu Zhiyang's hand and smoothed his slightly wrinkled collar. "Mr. Wu, you must accept reality and make a decision as soon as possible: retreat or... hold your ground."

Wu Zhiyang took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and raised his hand.

Yang Jinyuan hurriedly presented a sword with both hands, placing it in Wu Zhiyang's hands.

Wu Zhiyang grasped the long sword and drew it with a 'shing'. "However they treated my disciple, I will treat them the same way. I just said, if that man surnamed Han doesn't come, fine; but if he dares to come, I will dare to keep him here."

Speaking of this, he stared at Xiao Pingtou like a wild beast. "Mr. Zhang, if I kill them all, will you and your boss be able to cover it up?"

Xiao Pingtou nodded. "A living Han Jingyang is hard to deal with, but if Mr. Wu has the ability to kill Han Jingyang, our boss can handle everything else."

"It's a deal," Wu Zhiyang said aggressively, carrying his sword downstairs. "Yuan Yuan, offer up that dharma instrument and prepare for battle. In this battle, we must show the might of our master and disciple."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Jinyuan quickly ran into the bedroom and brought out a square bronze tripod with animal mask patterns. She used a compass to measure the orientation, placed it down, filled it with pre-prepared yellow millet, and then set out fruit and other offerings. Finally, she lit incense sticks, inserted them, knelt before the bronze tripod, closed her eyes, and began to chant.