I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

But then again, this kid is indeed a bit of a surprise.

One person took down the Cloud Club and even crippled a Grandmaster like the Great Elder.

Such monstrous combat power would be a once-in-a-century phenomenon even in the world of ancient martial arts.

If only we could put in some effort to win them over and make them dogs for the main family, that would be wonderful.

Zong Yanhui shook his head and sighed.

"What a pity."

Since it cannot be used by me, then I can only destroy it.

"Get the car ready, let's go to the airport!"

……

Southwest Military Region.

He sat cross-legged on his gaming chair, eating potato chips as he gave his report.

"Instructor, Zong Yanhui just booked a flight to Beijing. He's flying away in two hours. I guess he's arranged to meet up with a few other families."

Chen Zheng sat on the folding chair next to him, unscrewed the thermos, and took a big gulp of hot water.

"Going to the capital is a good thing."

"The more eager this old fox is to find a powerful figure to cling to, the more it shows that he lacks confidence."

"When a person panics, their weaknesses will be revealed."

The keyboard swallowed the potato chips and chuckled.

"How about I hack into the airline system and change this old man's first-class ticket to a green train station ticket? Let this bastard experience the hardships of ordinary people."

Chen Zheng kicked the base of the gaming chair and chuckled.

"Don't do anything foolish like alerting the enemy."

"Keep a close eye on them, especially the movements of these families. Report any suspicious activity immediately."

After giving his instructions, Chen Zheng put the cup back on and left the communications room.

The relationships between the four major families are too complex; a direct confrontation is definitely not an option. It would be exhausting and might not even be able to completely dismantle them.

The best way to deal with this kind of group is to take advantage of their own greed and old grudges.

The Zhou family of Beijing was stabbed in the back by the main family years ago. The family's talented direct descendant had his leg broken, which became a disgrace that the entire family could not hold their heads up for twenty years.

They had held this grudge for twenty years.

It seems that they will not let the main family go given the chance.

With that in mind, Chen Zheng dialed a number.

On the other side was the middleman An Yuanchao had mentioned before, a secret contact who could speak directly with the Zhou family in the capital.

The phone rang three times before it connected, but the other end remained silent.

Chen Zheng whispered, "There's a pig in the southwest that's gotten too fat. Ask around to see if anyone knows anyone who can help slaughter it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

……

In a hutong (alleyway) within Beijing's Second Ring Road.

A private teahouse without even a signboard.

The Tingyuxuan private room is located at the very back of the second floor.

Five armchairs surround a golden nanmu tea table.

Zong Yanhui pushed the door open and came in.

As soon as they entered, they adopted a very humble posture.

He strode to the tea table, picked up the purple clay teapot, and poured tea for each of the four bigwigs at the table.

"Brothers, this time it's all my family's fault for not managing our people well. We have a few fools under our command who have caused such a huge mess, making you all live in fear."

"I'll drink first, to apologize to everyone."

Zong Yanhui picked up his cup of scalding hot tea and downed it in one gulp. His throat throbbed from the heat, but he didn't even flinch.

Yan Honghu, the head of the Yan family, who was sitting at the head of the table, suddenly stood up and burst into laughter.

A large, fan-like hand slammed heavily onto Zong Yanhui's shoulder.

"Old Zong! We're all family, so this little trouble is nothing!"

Zong Yanhui's body went numb instantly.

He quickly steadied himself, nodding with a smile.

Yan Honghu sat back down in his chair with an air of authority, then changed the subject.

"But Lao Zong, I heard that your underground fortress, which cost a fortune, was taken down by a young man in his early twenties all by himself?"

"This security is terrible. How about I send a few good guys over to back you up another day?"

Zong Yanhui's smile froze for a moment, then he quickly resumed his forced smile.

"Brother Yan, you're joking. That kid is really strange."

Li Peiran, the head of the Li family in the Northwest, huddled in the shadows of a corner, his eyes half-closed, twirling two walnuts in his hands.

"A tough bone? No matter how tough it is, can it be tougher than a bullet?" Li Peiran stopped what he was doing, slowly raised his eyelids, "In the end, it's just that your clan has been living a comfortable life for too long these past few years."

"Yanhui, let me make this clear from the start."

"We've covered this mess for you, but there won't be a next time."

"If we cause another disaster like this, we'll all have to find our own way out. Don't blame us for being unethical."

Zong Yanhui's face ached from smiling so much, but he still kept nodding and bowing.

"That's right, that's right, there definitely won't be a next time, Brother Li, don't worry."

Lin Chongshan, the head of the Lin family in the southeast, was holding a teacup and speaking slowly.

"Brother Zong, I heard that the higher-ups specifically requested to confiscate your family's Blue Dream formula?"

"So what if we pay? It's better to lose money than to suffer a bigger disaster. We have plenty of other businesses, so we don't have to put all our eggs in one basket."

These words sound like comforting words, but they're actually a trap.

Lin Chongshan was probing the Zong family's secrets, to see if they had any backup plans and how much of their core technology they had actually handed over.

Zong Yanhui knew perfectly well what was going on, but he continued to smile and picked up the teapot to refill Lin Chongshan's water.

"I submitted all the required documents without leaving a single one. Brother Lin, you can rest assured. I would never dare to joke with everyone's lives."

Zhao Tingxuan, the head of the Zhao family in the Central Plains, sat opposite him and didn't touch a drop of tea from beginning to end.

Seeing that things were almost done, Zhao Tingxuan stood up and picked up the trench coat from the back of the chair.

He stopped at the door of the private room and turned back to look at Zong Yanhui.

"Yanhui, keep your cats and dogs in check. If they dare to bite anyone and cause us trouble again, the Zhao family will be the first to deal with you."

After saying that, Zhao Tingxuan opened the door and was about to leave.

"Brother Tingxuan, wait a moment."

Zong Yanhui suddenly spoke up to persuade him to stay.

The other three family heads exchanged glances, each understanding the situation, and then left one by one.

The door to the private room closed again.

Only Zong Yanhui and Zhao Tingxuan remained in the room.

Zong Yanhui's smile gradually faded, and he straightened his back.

He slowly opened his briefcase, took out an envelope, and placed it in front of Zhao Tingxuan.

"Brother Tingxuan, we're all old foxes, so let's stop with the ghost stories and look at this instead."

Zhao Tingxuan walked back impatiently.

"Zong Yanhui, stop trying to disgust me with your gangster mentality."

"If it weren't for the pressure from above, our Zhao family would never stoop to associating with peasants like you."

Despite cursing, Zhao Tingxuan still opened the envelope.

Pull out those few thin sheets of A4 paper.

As soon as his eyes swept over the first line, Zhao Tingxuan's brows furrowed instantly.

The paper was covered with densely packed account statements showing how the Zhao family laundered money through shell companies overseas.

The time, amount, and the person who handled the transaction were all correct, and some transactions were even completed less than a week ago.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at Zong Yanhui, his eyes filled with murderous intent.