High Martial Arts: Become a God by Spending Money, Start by Spending All Your Compensation Funds

Less than ten minutes later, two middle-aged men dressed in black tactical uniforms strode into the backyard.

On the left is Jiang Peng, a burly man with a square face that exudes authority even without anger. He carries the fierce aura accumulated from years of military service and is the captain of Wang Family Security Team One.

Sun Biao on the right is lean and capable, with large, protruding knuckles, clearly a veteran who has been immersed in martial arts for many years, and is in charge of the second security team.

Both of them were at the peak of martial arts apprentice level. They served in the city defense army for six years in their early years. After retiring, they were recruited by the Wang family with high salaries and became Wang Dalong's two most capable henchmen.

"Young Master."

The two spoke in unison.

Wang Dalong tossed his phone to them, saying casually, "See for yourselves. Ah Gui isn't dead. He asked me to meet him at the abandoned sugar factory in the eastern suburbs tonight for a deal, and he even dared to ask for an extra 500,000."

Jiang Peng quickly scanned the text message, then frowned: "Young Master, this might be a trap. A hitman who disappeared for a month suddenly reappears and even dares to demand higher prices; something's not right."

"So what if it's a trap?" Wang Dalong scoffed, picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "Just a peak Martial Apprentice level assassin, what can he do? Perfect, let's go and take care of him, save on the final payment, and get Lin Yun's things back. One and done with it."

Sun Biao pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Young Master is right. Even if Ah Gui has some skills, he is ultimately a lone wolf assassin. We outnumber him and have set up a trap in advance, so he won't be able to escape."

Seeing that both men agreed, Wang Dalong immediately made the decision: "Jiang Peng, you take a team and come with me to make the deal. Sun Biao, you take the rest of the men to provide support from the outside, but don't get too close. Ah Gui is very alert, so don't alert him. Wait for my signal before making a move, and make sure to capture him."

"clear."

Jiang Peng responded, paused, and then spoke again.

"Young Master, should we inform Third Master? Third Master is a Martial Master; it would be safer with him around."

Wang Dalong initially wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that there was indeed something strange about the matter.

But if the elders find out about this double-crossing, they will inevitably lecture you, which is a real headache.

After careful consideration, Wang Dalong said, "A transaction like this should be done in half an hour..."

Here's what we'll do: before we go, send a message to your third uncle. If we don't report that we're safe within half an hour, have him come and support us.

"Yes, young master."

Jiang Peng and Sun Biao nodded.

They were certainly not afraid of Ah Gui, but most assassins are cunning and treacherous, and there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be some kind of ambush.

Having a martial arts master as a backup makes things much safer.

Jiang Peng and Sun Biao felt much more confident and, without saying anything more, turned around and went to arrange manpower.

Wang Dalong lay back down on the recliner, swirling the wine in his glass, his smile growing wider.

Lin Yun hid in the dense forest outside the Wang family manor, his figure concealed by the thick foliage.

He watched as the convoy filed out of the manor gate, three black SUVs, carrying exactly fifteen people including the driver.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wang Dalong was cautious, bringing so many security personnel.

Judging from their auras, most of them were in the mid-to-late stage of Martial Apprentice, while the two leaders were at the peak of Martial Apprentice. Being able to serve as bodyguards in the Wang family, they must all be highly skilled.

If it were a head-on confrontation, with his current peak Martial Apprentice strength, he would still be confident of victory.

I'm afraid Wang Dalong has a backup plan.

Looks like I'll have to find some help.

Lin Yun pondered for a moment, then turned and left the dense forest.

He pondered for a moment and then pulled out a number.

It was after the Huimin Community incident that Brother Hui took the initiative to contact him and gave him his contact information.

Fearing he would seek revenge later, the other party deliberately humbled himself and left himself an opening, so he could apologize at any time.

Lin Yun didn't take it seriously at the time, but now it's come in handy.

The phone rang three times before being answered, and Gray's voice sounded somewhat cautious.

"Young Master Lin? What brings you to contact me...?"

"Do me a favor."

Lin Yun's tone was indifferent.

"Tonight at 10 PM, at the abandoned sugar factory in the eastern suburbs, I'm going to kill Wang Dalong, the eldest son of the Wang family."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Gray's voice sounded somewhat troubled.

"Young Master Lin, it's not that I don't want to help you... Our Black Tiger Gang is just trying to make a living. If we offend the Wang family, it will be difficult for us to establish ourselves in Qingcheng in the future..."

"First," Lin Yun said slowly but clearly, "after this is done, no matter how much I gain, you'll get half. Second, the old scores from the martial arts school and Huimin Community will be wiped clean. Third, if we handle tonight's matter cleanly, even if the Wang family suspects something, they won't have any evidence to take action against the Black Tiger Gang."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat subdued.

"Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you. I doubt you'll go around telling everyone."

"No, no, no!" Gray immediately exclaimed anxiously. "Young Master Lin, since you've spoken, how can I refuse! Just tell me what to do with them!"

After saying that, Lin Yun began to tell Gray about his plan, and Gray promised to carry it out strictly.

However, after hanging up the phone, Gray suddenly remembered something and immediately dialed another number.

"Brother Dao, I've got a great deal for you. If it works out, the rewards will be enormous!"

……

At 10 p.m., the abandoned sugar factory in the eastern suburbs was eerily silent.

The huge factory was covered in rust, the broken glass windows whistled in the night wind, and discarded sugar bags and rusty machine parts were scattered on the ground. Moonlight shone down through the holes in the roof.

Wang Dalong sat at a fairly clean wooden table, toying with a silver dagger in his hand.

Jiang Peng and six security guards stood scattered around, their eyes scanning the various entrances and exits warily, their hands resting on the hilts of their knives.

"Young Master, it's time, and that guy still hasn't arrived. Could he be playing a trick on us?"

Jiang Peng spoke in a low voice.

"What's the rush?" Wang Dalong scoffed. "That's how assassins are; they like to show up at the right moment. If he wants money, he'll definitely come."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slow series of footsteps came from the direction of the factory's main gate.

Click, click, click.

Footsteps echoed through the empty factory, unhurried and somewhat eerie.

Everyone tensed up instantly and turned to look at the door.

A figure wearing a large black cloak walked in, the hood pulled low, covering most of his face, only revealing his hard, angular jawline.

He was wrapped up so tightly that his figure was not visible, and he was carrying a heavy cloth bag in his hand.

Jiang Peng stepped forward, blocking Wang Dalong's path, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at the newcomer.

Wang Dalong pushed Jiang Peng's arm away, jumped off the table, and casually spread his arms wide with a fake smile on his face.

"Ah Gui, you've really kept me waiting. Where's Lin Yun's stuff? Let's settle this with cash on delivery."

As he spoke, he gave Jiang Peng a wink.

Jiang Peng nodded slightly, and the security team members behind him quietly moved their feet, spreading out to both sides without making a sound, subtly forming an encirclement.

The person under the hood seemed oblivious, still standing in place, the cloth bag in their hand hanging casually at their side. Only a very faint sneer drifted out from the shadows, as light as the night breeze, yet carrying undisguised contempt.

Jiang Peng was furious.

In his eyes, Ah Gui was nothing more than a cowardly assassin who made a living through underhanded means, yet dared to put on airs in front of them.

Without further ado, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his heavy body surprisingly agile, his fist carrying a fierce gust of wind as it smashed straight towards the opponent's face.

This is the military boxing style of the city defense army, which is fierce and domineering, and is best at breaking through defenses head-on.

He thought he could force his opponent into a panic with one move, but the dark figure in front of him simply turned slightly to the side, and the wide cloak drew an arc in the air, perfectly avoiding the punch.

Immediately afterwards, a hand with distinct knuckles emerged from the sleeve and gently pressed against his forearm.

"Buzz!"

An incredibly powerful force exploded through Jiang Peng's arm, instantly numbing his entire right arm. He involuntarily took two steps back, crashing into the rusty metal tool behind him with a dull thud.

The entire room fell silent.

Jiang Peng's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm raged in his heart.

Beforehand, he had specifically checked all of Ah Gui's intelligence: This man had been famous for many years, specializing in long-distance assassinations, and was most skilled at using crossbows. Close combat was always his recognized weakness. Not to mention comparing him to a veteran who had been fighting head-on for years, even an ordinary martial arts apprentice in the later stages might not be able to win.

But that counterattack, which deflected the force just now, was executed with perfect precision, and the power was deep and concentrated. Where was there even a trace of the assassin's sinister and unpredictable nature?

He's clearly a seasoned veteran of close combat!

"wrong!"

Jiang Peng sternly stopped his men who were about to rush forward, staring intently at the cloaked man, his voice filled with doubt.

"You're not Ah Gui! Ah Gui couldn't possibly have such skills!"

Wang Dalong's fake smile had long since frozen. He jumped off the table, gripping the silver dagger tightly in his hand, his brows furrowed into a knot.

He also felt something was wrong. If Ah Gui really had the ability to confront Jiang Peng head-on, why would he need to hide as an assassin?

"Who exactly are you?"

Wang Dalong spoke in a deep voice, his tone already tinged with hostility.

"You dare to mess with me, Wang Dalong? You're asking for trouble!"

The air in the factory instantly became extremely tense, and the six security guards drew their knives, their cold glints flashing in the dim light.

The cloaked figure remained standing still, without moving an inch.

He slowly raised his hand, hooked his fingertips on the edge of the hood, and with a little force, lifted the wide hood off.

Moonlight streamed down through the hole in the roof, landing precisely on that young yet cold face.

Lin Yun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a set of white teeth, but his smile was tinged with an unyielding chill.

"Young Master Wang, how have you been?"