50: Chapter 50 The Overlord of the River Takes Shape, Preparing to Kill the Son-in-Law!

"Don't run! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you're still worth five million!"

"Catch him! This is a walking ATM!"

On the holographic big screen, the thermal imaging footage transmitted by the drones was incredibly clear.

The red dot representing Lin Tian was fleeing frantically across the wilderness on the outskirts of the city.

And behind him were hundreds upon hundreds of dense little red dots, biting onto him tightly like a swarm of army ants that had smelled blood.

Qin Yuan stood in front of the screen, gently swirling the red wine in his glass.

The scarlet liquid refracted a cold luster under the lights.

His eyes were as cold as ice as he watched this cat-and-mouse game directed entirely by him.

"These mobs in Jiangzhong City are running pretty fast."

Gu Qianqian sat in a gaming chair not far away, chewing on potato chips, her hands typing furiously on the keyboard.

"Big Boss, this kid's stamina is abnormal."

"He's been injured, yet he's managed to drag these people for over ten kilometers and still hasn't been caught."

Qin Yuan took a sip of red wine and smiled faintly.

"He is the favored son of the Heavenly Dao, after all; it's not that easy for a group of ordinary people to trample him to death."

"However, this is the end."

Just then, the system's mechanical voice arrived in Qin Yuan's mind as scheduled.

[Ding! Detected Child of Destiny Lin Tian, social reputation completely collapsed, material foundation completely cleared!]

[Current Luck Value: -500! (Broken through the freezing point)]

[Warning: Detected Child of Destiny triggered 'Hidden Fate: Hidden Dragon in the Abyss'!]

Qin Yuan's eyebrows raised slightly.

Hidden Dragon in the Abyss?

He's already a street rat; can he still hide?

The system light screen flickered again, providing detailed intelligence.

[Lin Tian is heading to an abandoned container port thirty miles outside the city.]

[An anonymous ocean-going smuggling freighter is anchored there.]

[As long as he boards the ship, he can escape China's waters, return to the overseas Asura Hall headquarters, and rally an army of 100,000 to stage a comeback.]

Looking at this prompt, the killing intent in Qin Yuan's eyes condensed instantly.

He wants to run?

Go back overseas to call for backup?

Does he really think Jiangzhong City is a public restroom that he can come and go from as he pleases?

"Qianqian, check the abandoned port in the suburbs."

Qin Yuan put down his wine glass and turned toward the walk-in closet.

"Got it, Big Boss!"

Gu Qianqian's small hands flew across the keyboard.

In less than ten seconds, several satellite overhead views were pulled up.

"Found it! There is indeed a black ship at Pier 3 with no registration information."

"There are about twenty armed mercenaries on board, all with foreign faces."

"It looks like this is the final retreat for our Asura War God."

Qin Yuan put on a pure black, high-end tactical trench coat.

His slender fingers leisurely fastened the metal buttons.

His movements were elegant and composed, yet exuded a suffocating sense of pressure.

"I'm tired of playing this cat-and-mouse game."

Qin Yuan put on a pair of black leather gloves, his tone icy and bone-chilling.

"Notify everyone, close the net."

"Tonight, I will pluck the reverse scale of this dragon."

...

Five minutes later.

The second basement level of Half-Mountain Manor was a massive training ground comparable to a military base.

The air here was filled with the smell of iron, blood, and gunpowder smoke all year round.

Qin Yuan walked down slowly along the metal stairs.

"Clack! Clack! Clack!"

The crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on steel plates echoed through the empty training ground.

The entire underground space was deathly silent.

There was not a single discordant sound.

There were only one hundred dead soldiers wearing all-black heavy tactical armor, like one hundred emotionless killing machines.

They were arranged in a phalanx, neat and uniform.

The breathing frequency of every single person was surprisingly consistent.

These were the A-grade dead soldiers that Qin Yuan had redeemed from the system mall using a massive amount of Luck Value!

They felt no pain, no fear, and were absolutely loyal.

Moreover, each one was equipped with the world's top-tier individual firepower.

This was the impenetrable wall that Qin Yuan had completely formed in Jiangzhong City, which no one dared to provoke!

"Young Master!"

Standing at the very front of the phalanx was Tan Lang, whose body was like an iron tower.

When he saw Qin Yuan approaching, he immediately knelt on one knee, his voice as loud as a bell.

To the left of Tan Lang, the twin sisters Nightingale and Night Butterfly were wearing tight leather outfits, playing with poisoned daggers in their hands.

The look in their eyes as they gazed at Qin Yuan was filled with fanatical worship.

And to the right of Tan Lang stood a woman with an extremely hot figure, wearing a dark red combat uniform.

It was none other than the newly defected female Dharma King of Asura Hall—Zhao Feiyan!

Qin Yuan walked to the front of the phalanx and stopped.

His gaze passed over Tan Lang and the twins, landing directly on Zhao Feiyan.

"Are you used to it?"

Qin Yuan's voice was very soft, yet carried an irresistible majesty.

Zhao Feiyan trembled all over.

She immediately stepped forward, knelt at Qin Yuan's feet, and lowered her head deeply.

"Reporting to Master, Feiyan is well."

Her voice was hollow and numb, but her body instinctively showed absolute obedience.

Under the complete brainwashing of the [Thought Seal], the female Dharma King who was once loyal to Lin Tian had long since died.

Now, she was just a sharp and obedient blade belonging to Qin Yuan.

"Look up."

Qin Yuan stretched out his gloved right hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to look up.

There was no resistance on Zhao Feiyan's beautiful face.

She let Qin Yuan examine her.

"You saw your brother's death."

Qin Yuan deliberately brought up the pain point that had caused Zhao Feiyan's faith to collapse.

Zhao Feiyan's pupils contracted violently.

But soon, it was suppressed by the absolute loyalty implanted by the system.

"It... It was that beast Lin Tian who killed Little Jie."

She gritted her teeth and said each word clearly.

"He deserves to die."

"Very good."

Qin Yuan let go with satisfaction and stood up straight.

"Tonight, I will give you the chance to avenge yourself personally."

"Take your weapon."

Qin Yuan turned around to face the one hundred heavy-duty dead soldiers.

He raised his right hand and swung it sharply in the air.

"Target, the abandoned port in the suburbs!"

"Move out!"

"Boom—!"

One hundred dead soldiers stood at attention in unison, their heavy military boots stepping on the steel plates at the same time.

The loud noise seemed to make the entire Half-Mountain Manor tremble.

This terrifying force, capable of wiping out any family in Jiangzhong City, moved under the cover of night like an arrow released from a bow.

Silently, it merged into the night of Jiangzhong City.

...

Two o'clock in the morning.

Jiangzhong City outskirts, No. 3 abandoned container port.

The river wind was biting.

Carrying a salty, damp moisture and the thick smell of engine oil, it whistled across the empty pier.

"Huff... huff..."

A heavy and rapid panting sound came from the darkness.

A figure, soaked through and covered in mud, like a stray dog, stumbled out of the waist-high weeds.

It was Lin Tian.

His clothes were already in tatters.

His originally arrogant and uninhibited face was now covered in mud and blood, making his features barely recognizable.

He was too tired.

And too hungry.

Those citizens who had gone crazy for the five-million bounty were even more difficult to deal with than the dead soldiers of Asura Hall.

He had run over twenty kilometers through the wilderness before finally shaking off those mad dogs.

"Damn it... these money-grubbing ants..."

Lin Tian leaned against a rusty container, breathing in the cold river wind in large gulps.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode.

"When I return overseas..."

"When I rally my army and kill my way back..."

"Qin Yuan! The Bai family! And these mobs in Jiangzhong City!"

Lin Tian's eyes were bloodshot, flashing with venomous light in the darkness.

"I will slaughter you all! Not one left!"

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up.

By the faint moonlight, he finally saw the freighter anchored on the river ahead.

The black ship with no lights, floating on the river like a ghost.

"I made it!"

Lin Tian was ecstatic!

That was the retreat he had arranged long ago!

As long as he stepped on that deck, it was like having one foot out of China's territory.

Even if Qin Yuan had overwhelming power, he definitely couldn't reach into the high seas!

"Heaven does not want the Asura War God to die!"

Lin Tian was trembling with excitement, not knowing where he found a new burst of strength.

He stumbled toward the freighter.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

Just as his hand was about to touch the iron boarding ladder.

"Snap!"

A crisp snap of fingers suddenly echoed over the silent port.

The sound was not loud.

But it was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into Lin Tian's heart!

His whole body stiffened.

A chilling sensation of horror instantly shot from his heels to the back of his head.

"Buzz— buzz— buzz—!"

Without warning.

From all directions.

Countless blinding, high-intensity xenon searchlights turned on simultaneously!

The huge beams of light were like the arrival of daylight.

Instantly, the entire abandoned pier was illuminated down to the smallest detail!

Lin Tian was blinded by the strong light and couldn't open his eyes, so he subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

"Who?!"

He roared in terror.

However, the response was a hair-raising sound of metal clashing.

"Click! Click! Click!"

That was the sound of guns being loaded.

When Lin Tian finally adapted to the strong light.

He slowly lowered his arms and looked around.

This look.

Made his heart, which had just ignited with hope, instantly fall into an ice cellar!

On the black containers, on the cranes of the pier, and even on his retreat path behind him.

It was packed with people.

One hundred dead soldiers wearing all-black heavy tactical armor.

They were holding uniform modern automatic rifles.

The black muzzles formed an airtight net of death.

Trapping him firmly in the center.

And on the deck of the smuggling freighter he had been longing for.

There were no mercenaries there to meet him.

Only dozens of cold corpses were piled up randomly, blood staining the deck red.

"No... impossible..."

Lin Tian's lips trembled, and his legs couldn't help but shake.

His proud final retreat had actually been taken out by Qin Yuan long ago?!

What kind of devil is he?!

Why was every step he took in his calculations?!

"Step... step... step..."

A crisp sound of leather shoes broke the silence of the port.

The crowd parted like a tide.

A pitch-black bulletproof Maybach drove slowly into the center of the circle of light.

The door opened.

Qin Yuan was wearing that pure black tactical trench coat, which fluttered in the night wind.

He stepped out of the car.

Stepping in spotless high-end leather shoes, step by step, he walked onto a high container.

He stood on high ground.

Like a dark emperor controlling life and death.

Looking down at the Asura War God who had completely fallen into despair below.

"Palace Master Lin, you run pretty fast."

Qin Yuan's voice carried a hint of mockery and coldness.

"I almost thought you were going to swim back overseas."

Lin Tian stared fixedly at Qin Yuan, the hatred in his eyes almost turning into substance.

But he dared not move.

The one hundred infrared laser dots around him were densely locked onto his glabella, heart, and various vital points.

As long as he dared to make any move.

Even if he was an ancient martial arts expert, he would instantly be beaten into a puddle of minced meat.

"Qin Yuan..."

Lin Tian gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and terrifying.

"Do you really have to drive me to a dead end?"

"Leave a line in the world, so we can meet again in the future!"

"If you let me go today, my Asura Hall will never step foot in Jiangzhong again!"

This was the first time in Lin Tian's life that he had bowed his head and conceded.

Faced with the absolute threat of death, his ridiculous dignity as a War God was finally trampled to pieces.

"Leave a line in the world?"

Qin Yuan seemed to have heard some great joke and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed over the empty port, filled with endless mockery.

"Lin Tian, do you still not understand the situation?"

"You want to talk to me about the underworld?"

Qin Yuan abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"What I represent is capital, power, and the iron-blooded rules of Jiangzhong City!"

"A boor who only knows how to fight and kill, you're worthy of talking to me about underworld rules?"

Qin Yuan made a gesture.

Tan Lang, Nightingale, Night Butterfly.

And Zhao Feiyan, wearing a dark red combat uniform.

Four top experts jumped down from the container, forming a surrounding formation, and slowly closed in on Lin Tian.

When Lin Tian saw Zhao Feiyan, his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Feiyan?! You... why are you with him?!"

"You betrayed me?!"

Lin Tian pointed at Zhao Feiyan, trembling with anger.

Zhao Feiyan's eyes were hollow, and she did not look at him.

She just silently drew the short blade from her waist, pointing the tip at Lin Tian.

"I have only one master."

Zhao Feiyan's voice was numb and cold, as if declaring an irrefutable truth.

"That is Young Master Qin."

Boom!

Lin Tian was struck by lightning.

The four great Dharma Kings he trusted most had actually become Qin Yuan's lackeys!

Even his last confidant had been completely turned by Qin Yuan!

"Why... why is it like this..."

Lin Tian backed away repeatedly, and sat down in the cold mud with a thud.

He had completely collapsed.

His martial strength was crushed, his financial power was frozen, his connections were cut off, and now even his closest subordinate had betrayed him.

Everything he was proud of was like a fragile paper toy in front of Qin Yuan.

"No reason."

Qin Yuan stood on the container, looking down at him coldly.

"Because I am the villain."

"And you, are just a fat leek."

Qin Yuan took out the pure gold lighter.

With a "click," he lit a Cohiba cigar.

The scarlet spark flickered in the night.

The cold wind on the river became increasingly biting.

Making Lin Tian shiver all over.

He had nowhere to retreat.

Behind him was the surging river, and in front of him were one hundred loaded rifles and four murderous top experts.

"It's over."

Qin Yuan exhaled a cloud of thick white smoke.

He turned around, no longer looking at the man who was like a stray dog.

He only left behind a cold, ruthless command like a death sentence.

"Tonight."

"Except for Lin Tian, don't let a single bird fly out of here!"