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Finally, Wang Qiang's voice broke the silence, trembling slightly, filled with disbelief:

"Father...you...didn't you say those 'tea leaves' were given to Director Wu? How...how did they end up in Ji Zuodao's hands?"

These words were like lighting a powder keg, and the council chamber instantly erupted in chaos.

"That's right! Dad! Didn't you say Director Wu would help us control that bastard? Why is he still rushing here?"

"Grandpa, say something!"

Wang Zhenshan's face changed from ashen to pale, then from pale to flushed, like a chameleon, it was quite a spectacle.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaved violently, and his hand holding the phone trembled, his knuckles cracking.

He suddenly understood.

I understand everything now.

Why did Wu Di accept the gift but not do anything about it?

Because that gift never actually ended up in Wu Di's hands!

Or rather, it did fall into Wu Di's hands, but Wu Di immediately handed it over to someone else!

It was given to that bastard!

He thought he was asking someone for a favor, but little did he know that they had already conspired to make him look like a fool.

Everything he sent out became Ji Zuodao's spoils of war.

That bastard, wearing the Wang family's magical artifacts and munching on the Wang family's spiritual medicine, took selfies and walked step by step toward the Wang family, and even posted them online so that the whole world could see them!

What's this called?

This is called direct, aggressive attack!

This is called killing someone by destroying their spirit!

This feeling is like a husband watching helplessly as his enemy embraces his wife, takes photos, posts them online, and tags him, praising him, "Your wife is pretty voluptuous."

And all he could do was writhe in impotent rage.

Wang Zhenshan grew angrier and angrier, and the angrier he became, the more he thought about it. Finally, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and a fishy smell rose up.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the phone screen and landed right on Ji Zuodao's smug, smiling face.

The council chamber instantly descended into chaos.

"father!"

"grandfather!"

"Old man!"

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

"Pinch the philtrum! Pinch the philtrum!"

A group of people rushed over in a flurry of activity, some pinching his philtrum, some patting his back, some handing him towels, and some making phone calls. It was a chaotic scene, like a vegetable market.

Wang Zhenshan was being helped back in a grand chair, his face pale and his lips purple, looking as if he had lost half his life.

But his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, vacant, and he muttered to himself, repeating the same sentence over and over:

"Fuck you, Wu Di, you bastard who sells sesame seeds... Fuck you, Ji Zuodao, you bastard who sells sesame seeds..."

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away from the Wang family's house, at an intersection, Ji Zuodao was leaning against a lamppost, holding his phone, looking at the comments from the onlookers on the forum, and smiling broadly.

He wore a blue dragon pendant around his neck, a jade bracelet on his wrist, a small seal at his waist, and twirled an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He was dressed like a nouveau riche, adorned with jewels from head to toe, as if afraid others wouldn't know he was wealthy.

Dog Master, standing beside him, couldn't help but roll his eyes at his smug look: "You brat, can't you be a little more low-key? Are you afraid people won't know you've robbed the Wang family of their fortune?"

Ji Zuodao chuckled, put his phone in his pocket, patted the jade pendant at his waist, making a crisp sound: "Low-key? The word 'low-key' doesn't exist in my dictionary, Ji Zuodao's dictionary."

He looked up at the faint outline of the city in the distance, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, you've rested enough, it's time to keep going."

The Wang family is now in complete uproar.

After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Wang Zhenshan was helped to a grand chair by several people. They pinched his philtrum and patted his back. After a while, he finally recovered.

But while he recovered, the rest of the Wang family remained uneasy.

Inside the meeting room, a group of people were gathered around a phone, staring intently at Ji Zuodao's post, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Updates every ten minutes, without fail.

It's still six kilometers away from the Wang family's house.

It's still four kilometers away from the Wang family's residence.

It's still two kilometers away from the Wang family's house.

It's about one kilometer from the Wang family's house.

Each post was like a hammer, striking the Wang family's hearts again and again.

They were pounded so hard they couldn't breathe.

"Damn it, we're not waiting anymore! We can't rely on others, we have to rely on ourselves! All personnel on alert! Enter combat mode!"

Wang Qiang was the first to react and shouted at the top of his lungs.

This roar was like stirring up a hornet's nest; the entire Wang family instantly erupted into chaos.

The entire family guard was mobilized, with swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—all sorts of magical weapons—revealed, gleaming coldly and exuding a murderous aura.

The Qi practitioners also took their positions. Some were making hand seals and chanting incantations, some were setting up formations and defenses, some were climbing onto the roof to set up long-range magical artifacts, and some were burying traps and talismans in the courtyard.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and light—all sorts of spiritual lights intertwined and shimmered in the sky above the Wang family compound, looking just like fireworks during the Lunar New Year, incredibly dazzling.

If you didn't know better, you'd think the Wang family was filming some kind of fantasy blockbuster, with top-notch special effects.

But the Wang family members showed no excitement as if they were filming a blockbuster movie; instead, they displayed a tension and fear as if they were about to be executed.

Wang Zhenshan, supported by others, stood at the entrance of the council hall, looking at the scene of people standing at attention in the courtyard. His face was still pale, but there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence: "Everyone, perk up! I want to see what kind of trouble that bastard can cause!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Crunch."

The heavy vermilion gate of the Wang family was pushed open from the outside.

Everyone's movements froze instantly.

All eyes turned to the main entrance.

Then, a person stepped in.

The man was dressed in a white martial arts uniform, his hair was slicked back and shiny, and he had an arrogant expression on his face that said "I am the best in the world." He walked in with his head held high, chest out, and an air of arrogance that he didn't recognize anyone.

Then he looked up and saw the scene in the courtyard—

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, metal, wood, water, fire, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—a whole host of weapons and spells were aimed at him, flashing with spiritual light and brimming with murderous intent, as if they would blast him into dust at any moment.

The man was startled, took half a step back, then his face darkened, his eyebrows shot up, and he opened his mouth to curse:

"Holy shit! You guys are rebelling?"

"Do you know who I am? Believe me or not, I'll tell my great-grandfather, and he'll kill you all!"

Upon hearing this, the group of people in the courtyard were taken aback for a moment, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

That tone, that manner, that arrogant and domineering attitude, that classic phrase of always saying "Tell my great-grandfather"...