354: Chapter 354 A Family

Thirteen strikes in one second.

Relying on muscle memory alone, one could execute several strikes.

What is this called?

This is called Kung Fu.

It is Kung Fu refined into the bones and ingrained in the body.

Even if the primordial spirit is destroyed, in that very moment of destruction, one can still rely on the body's instincts to execute a final attack.

Such kidnappers are truly troublesome, even more so than those who use firearms.

A kidnapper using a firearm cannot even complete the action of pulling the trigger the moment they are killed, because they lack that muscle memory.

But a master who has refined Kung Fu into their bones is different; even if struck between the eyebrows, they will still complete an attack based on their powerful physical reflexes.

This is also the most terrifying aspect of such Kung Fu masters.

Only a super local tyrant like Zhang Dahai could drive such first-class experts to do such shameless things.

Han Jingyang looked at the confident square-faced man, was silent for a moment, and asked: "What is your name?"

"Xu Xiangwen," Xu Xiangwen cupped his hands: "Mr. Han, I have long admired your name. It is a pity we serve different masters; otherwise, I would certainly invite you for a few drinks."

"Forget about the drinking. When I see your family, I will be more swift," Han Jingyang said, smiling: "Goodbye."

Upon hearing Han Jingyang's words, Xu Xiangwen's expression turned stern, and he thrust his sword forward.

But the moment he moved, his body involuntarily flew up, as if he were a tattered sack being picked up and tossed aside by someone. His thrusting sword stabbed at empty air, while the figure of Chaotian Temple flashed by his side like a phantom.

In the next second, Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing attacked together.

A slender katana and a broad war blade simultaneously struck Xu Xiangwen, who was still in mid-air.

"Pfft—"

Amidst the spraying blood, Xu Xiangwen's body crashed heavily onto the floor, twitched twice, and then went still.

With Xu Xiangwen dead, the remaining few immediately lost their backbone. Those begging for mercy did so, those who fled ran, and those who fought desperately did so, but the result was without exception: they all became corpses.

Forty minutes later.

Jiguang Zhai.

Han Jingyang's family gathered together, and the atmosphere was quite heavy.

They were all ordinary people, yet they had experienced such a disaster and had witnessed a scene like a slaughterhouse.

Bloody.

Cruel.

Terrifying.

How could an ordinary person accept this?

But since things had come to this, Han Jingyang did not intend to say anything else. After a long silence, he said: "Go to the Capital; the Capital is safer."

His grandfather coughed: "Can you hold down the fort?"

Han Jingyang was stunned: "Of course. Once this matter passes, no one in all of Quancheng will dare to touch a hair on your heads."

"That will do. I am old and do not want to leave my home. Besides, the new house just started construction; what would it mean to just abandon it?"

With the old man having spoken, his father also nodded: "As long as you can handle this matter well, that is fine. Otherwise, even if we go to the Capital, we cannot ensure one hundred percent safety."

His grandmother also added: "Where is there absolute safety in this world? It mainly depends on you. If you make too many enemies, even moving into the Forbidden City would be useless. Conversely, one can live in peace wherever one stays."

These words... made his heavy mood much better.

This is what a family is.

A real family.

When encountering problems, their hearts are united, rather than complaining, shifting blame, or even despising each other at the slightest setback, fearing that they might be implicated.

Being born into such a family, one would be willing to be poor for a lifetime.

Such a family is even more worth protecting with all one's heart and strength; even if the price to be paid is high, it is worth it.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang showed a big smile, patted his younger sister's head, and said to his parents and grandparents: "Then you can rest assured. I will handle things well and guarantee that such a thing will never happen again."

His grandfather nodded, then frowned: "Will there be danger?"

"A little bit, but it is not a big problem. You do not need to worry; I will resolve all troubles and potential threats."

"How long will it take?"

"Very soon. You stay in the shop for now; it is one hundred percent safe here," Han Jingyang snapped his fingers: "Shuying, Handan, Rushuang, Feixiang, come out and introduce yourselves. If anyone dares to come here to cause trouble, do not hold back, understand?"

The four sisters, including Zou Shuying, bowed in unison: "Master, we understand."

They then bowed and greeted the stunned family.

Han Jingyang nodded at Shi Xiaoya: "Let's go."

They went out.

Got in the car.

Shi Xiaoya opened her tablet: "Boss, the collected information is all here. Where shall we start?"

Han Jingyang leaned back in his seat and said calmly: "Sweep through them."

"Then let's start with the Wulianghai Martial Arts Hall. This is a martial arts hall personally managed by Zhang Dahai. Many of Zhang Dahai's trusted aides come from here; it can be considered Zhang Dahai's own Whampoa Military Academy. It is in charge of Zhang Dahai's confidant, Zhang Changyuan. This Zhang Changyuan practices Tai Chi and has strong combat power; he is one of the most well-known thugs under Zhang Dahai."

"That works. What is the next target?"

"The next one is the bar street. Almost all the bars there belong to Zhang Dahai. It is the most extravagant place in Quancheng, and the bouncers there are all Zhang Dahai's people. It is one of the fastest money-making businesses under Zhang Dahai and is a veritable cash cow. The person in charge is named Li Na. Li Na is an ordinary person, but she has several experts following her, personally arranged by Zhang Dahai. It is rumored that Li Na is Zhang Dahai's mistress and even bore a son for Zhang Dahai."

"What about the next one?"

"The next one is Zhang Dahai's public business, Haixin Group. Haixin Group is relatively low-key; it does not even have its own headquarters building, just renting an old building as its headquarters. However, the industries under Haixin Group are quite numerous, covering almost every trade in Quancheng. Every day, a lot of cash and business transactions are circulated and communicated through Haixin Group."

"Anything else?"

"The rest are just inconspicuous small strongholds, but they are mostly residences of Zhang Dahai's trusted aides."

"What about Zhang Dahai's own residence?"

"There is too little information in this regard," Shi Xiaoya's expression was a bit ugly: "I haven't been able to find much information about Zhang Dahai yet."

"Not at all?"

"Yes, not at all. Even if there is a little, it is hard to determine whether it is true or false because there are too many fake messages. It is clearly a smokescreen intentionally released by Zhang Dahai. The tactic is old, but it is effective. Unless we catch Zhang Dahai's confidant, we will have no chance to force out Zhang Dahai's whereabouts."

Han Jingyang nodded: "Then let's sweep through them one by one. Zhang Dahai will show himself."

Shi Xiaoya was a bit worried: "I am afraid Zhang Dahai will run."

"He won't. Zhang Dahai has operated here for so many years and has such a big plan. Before he is truly threatened himself, he will absolutely be unwilling to give all this up."

"I hope so," Shi Xiaoya said while driving and observing the rearview mirror: "Boss, someone is following us."

"How many cars?"

"One."

"Don't worry about it. Go straight to the martial arts hall."

"Okay."

Twenty minutes later.

At the entrance of Wulianghai Martial Arts Hall.

The car stopped slowly. Han Jingyang got out of the car, looked up at the impressive signboard, and waved his hand: "Go. Leave none alive."