One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

Night falls.

The restaurant on the first floor of the Wang Family Villa.

Wang Weiguo put down his wine glass, looked at his son across from him, and stared wide-eyed:

"Tiantong Daoren's Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition?"

Wang Ye nodded:

"Yes, Dad! That calligraphy by the Old Master is so grand and imposing!"

He suppressed his embarrassment and began to sweet-talk his father:

"The moment it was turned on, there was thunder and lightning... Such a big event, how can it be the same as someone seeing it on the news versus someone coming to your home to witness it in person?!"

The more Wang Weiguo listened, the more reliable it seemed!

Just imagining the expressions on those old guys' faces after seeing this calligraphy made the wrinkles on his face bloom like chrysanthemums...

"Good lad... let's do it this way!"

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and asked suspiciously:

"I told you, you've never liked being high-profile, why the sudden change of heart today?"

Wang Ye scratched his head:

"Times have changed..."

You have no idea how influential the Old Master is in this circle... I just wanted to invite some friends over so they could benefit from his fame..."

Wang Weiguo burst into laughter upon hearing this!

"Good lad, you've grown up! You know how to use your connections now!"

"That's reliable... I'll ask my brother to help us calculate an auspicious day..."

He took out his phone, started typing rapidly, and clicked send.

Two seconds later, the screen lit up.

Zhou Yan replied instantly:

Tomorrow will be auspicious for all things!

Wang Weiguo slapped his thigh:

"Tomorrow! You can eat there! I'll have someone print the invitations right away..."

One hour later.

Outside the Wang Family Manor, there is an unnamed small hill.

The "stun gun" squad has grown from five to six members.

The night wind rustled through the trees.

"Master Zhou, what's going on here?"

Wang Ye looked around at the desolate scenery.

The voice just fell.

A man emerged from the woods ahead.

Zhou Yan: "They're here."

Except for Zhou Yan, everyone took a half step back!

The person who entered had a black stocking over their head... and their facial features were distorted by the pressure!

As he walked, he kept glancing around furtively...

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow: "Do you really need to use this?"

The man in stockings rubbed his hands together, his legs trembling.

"Absolutely foolproof!"

Zhou Yan waved his hand: "Fine, whatever... Everyone relax and don't resist... Let's begin!"

Zhang Chulan, Zhuge Qing, and the others exchanged glances.

What is this for?

The man in stockings suddenly spread his arms wide—

A faint red aura surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the five people!

"A sneak attack?!"

"No... calm down, he's not hostile, Master Zhou said to relax..."

A moment later, the light faded.

Zhang Chulan touched his face and turned to look at the stranger beside him, who had a stubble beard and a round beer belly.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Chulan jumped up in shock!

"You...Master Wang?!"

Wang Ye, looking completely bewildered, rubbed the extra fat on his stomach and pointed at the cross-eyed, punk-style teenager in front of him:

"Ah... Ah Lian?!"

"My hair! My hair!!!"

Zhuge Qing reached up and touched his bald head, beginning to question the meaning of life...

Suddenly, a soft, seductive moan drifted from the side...

The three of them turned around and froze!

Before me stood a captivating mature woman with a slender waist, long legs, and alluring features...

Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and a single cinnabar birthmark between her brows made her all the more alluring, drawing one closer to touch her...

"Holy crap, Bao'er?"

"Idiot, it's Master Lingyu!"

"Pfft—hahahahaha!"

Zhang Lingyu stared in disbelief at her chest...

His hands trembled, overwhelmed with shame and indignation!

"Stop laughing!"

She seemed quite imposing, but paired with that soft voice, it sounded more like she was being coquettish...

"Alright, basic disguise is necessary. If there's nothing else, let's set off immediately..."

Zhou Yan's voice drifted over softly.

"I disagree!"

Zhang Chulan pointed to his mohawk hairstyle:

"Uncle-Master, this...this miserable state is a bit much, isn't it? A man has some pride..."

"that is!"

The group turned to look at Zhou Yan at the same time.

Under the bright moonlight, stood a young man with a straight posture and a slicked-back hairstyle.

He has deep-set features and looks remarkably like a certain celebrity surnamed Wang...

So incredibly handsome!

Everyone's eyes were blazing with anger!

"Why are you a handsome guy with eight-pack abs?!"

Zhou Yan straightened his cuffs and waved his hand impatiently:

"That's enough... We're going to ambush them, not pick up girls!"

Ahead, the man in stockings had already dashed into the woods and disappeared from sight...

Looking at his back.

A name simultaneously surfaced in their minds—

[All-Sect Poisonous Painting!]

Zhou Yan turned around and opened the door of the Maybach:

"Get on the bus, get to work! Remember, no one is allowed to use their own methods..."

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A top-tier large-scale nightclub in Haidian District.

VIP private room.

The dazzling light bulbs burst forth with light.

A blond-haired man, with a woman on each side and a dozen girls around him, held up a microphone and sang loudly:

"Today, only the remnants of the body remain..."

"Welcome to a glorious year~~~~~"

"Hold on tight in the wind and rain..."

Two bright red lipstick marks were still on his face.

Behind him, on both sides, stood more than twenty bodyguards in sharp suits against the wall!

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The heavy door to the private room was kicked open!

A piercing static noise came from the microphone.

Wang Bing opened his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing.

Six oddly shaped people swaggered in...

"It sounds awful!"

"What kind of rubbish is that?!"

Wang Bing was stunned.

Approaching from the front was a man with a receding hairline and a disheveled appearance...

A flamboyant, eccentric woman carrying a shovel...

And a man who is over 185cm tall and looks a lot like Jackson Wang.

He was so angry he laughed:

"I never imagined that someone would dare to provoke me, Wang Bing, in this very city of Beijing?"

Swish-!

The bodyguards behind him all stepped forward in unison!

He raised his hand and pointed to the door:

"I fucking hate men who are more handsome than me..."

Throw all those idiots into the sea to feed the fish!

That white-haired mature woman stayed...

The voice just fell.

The white-haired mature woman froze, and the Yin Five Thunders almost flowed down her trouser leg...

Jackson Wang waved his hand!

"Hit him!!!"

The six of them rushed forward!

No signature techniques were used...

The bald, Mediterranean-looking man wielded Bajiquan with incredible speed and skill...

The flamboyant teenager went berserk, aiming his punches and kicks at the enemy's vitals!

Feng Baobao is the most cunning; her shovel appears and disappears like a ghost, taking down a child with each shovelful!

Less than a minute.

All the bodyguards were lying on the floor, their groans echoing throughout the private room!

Wang Bing's arm, holding the wine glass, trembled slightly...

These six unlucky guys are definitely superhumans!

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid...

I was hesitating, wondering whether I should do a tiger-like crouching move?

Beer bellies have already taken hold in middle-aged men!

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was holding back a bellyful of rage!

A knee strike landed squarely on Wang Bing's face!

boom--!

Click! Click! Click! Click!

He waved his hands rapidly, so fast that afterimages appeared.

In just a few moves, he broke all four of Wang Bing's limbs!

Still not satisfied... He picked up the microphone from the ground and held it to Wang Bing's mouth:

"Sing!"

"You...you're all finished...I...ah!!!!"

The beer-bellied man, clutching Wang Bing's severed arm, gritted his teeth:

"To sing or not to sing?"

"Sing! Sing what?!"

......

The six men straightened their collars and turned to leave the private room.

Behind him, Wang Bing's heart-wrenching song rang out—

"No...don't look down on me just because I'm...a sheep..."

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The next morning.

Wang Family Compound.

Wang Ai grabbed the servant's collar with both hands, her eyes practically spitting fire:

"What did you say?!"

"What do you mean Xiao Bing's arms and legs were broken by a group of weirdos last night... and he's currently in the hospital?"

"What are you all good for?!"

The bodyguard captain lowered his head, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Master...the enemy moved too fast, and they were all experts!"

They...they...

Wang Ai shoved the person to the ground, raised his cane, and was about to stab him!

Just then, the butler suddenly rushed in.

"Master! There's news from Wang Ye and Zhou Yan!"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Ai's eyes, as if she had understood something!

"speak!"

The butler handed over an invitation:

"This...this was just delivered by Wang Ye himself. I tried to keep him here, but he turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished in an instant..."

Wang Ai opened the invitation and narrowed her eyes!

[Tian Tong Dao Ren's Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition & Beijing Divination and Numerology Exchange Conference]

[We cordially invite Mr. Wang to attend – Wang Ye]