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At noon, Su Hao, who had nothing to do, went to the Li family's house.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Li Zhongguo sitting by the pond, holding a fishing rod in his hand, with a smug smile on his face.

In the bucket at his feet, a huge bluefish was thrashing about in the water, its scales gleaming with a bluish-black sheen in the sunlight, and it looked to weigh at least fifty pounds.

"Grandpa, not bad for a catch!" Su Hao walked over, glanced at the big bluefish in the bucket, and gave a thumbs up.

Li Zhongguo laughed heartily, his face full of pride: "That's right! I spent three hours this morning waiting at Xuanwu Lake, and finally caught this big guy! How about it? Big enough, right?"

"Big enough, big enough, we're in for a treat tonight," Su Hao said with a smile.

Li Zhongguo instructed the servants to take the fish to the kitchen to prepare a whole fish feast for dinner.

He then put away his fishing rod and asked, "Su Hao, why are you home alone today? Where are Qiu Chan and Xiao Xiao?"

"I went to the beach with my sisters."

"Oh, that's good. Young people should go out and explore more." Li Zhongguo nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and slowly walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

Su Hao played a few games of chess with him and won every time, which made the old man so depressed that he simply went to take a nap.

"Why are you running away now?"

Su Hao shrugged, and his phone suddenly vibrated.

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a WeChat message from Shen Qingci.

"Su Hao, Grandma is much better today and can get out of bed and walk around. The doctor said that at this rate of recovery, she will be fully recovered in another half month. Thank you. If it weren't for you, I might never have had the chance to see Grandma again in my life, nor would I have had the chance to help my mother reconcile with the Sun family. You not only saved my grandma's life, but also made up for the regrets our family has had for more than 20 years."

"My mom said she wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow. She's going to cook you a delicious meal herself. I... really want to see you too."

The last sentence was followed by a shy emoji.

After reading the message, Su Hao felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He typed back, "Okay, I'll definitely be there tomorrow."

After sending the message, Su Hao returned to his guest room and closed his eyes to meditate.

Tonight we're going to deal with the Senju family, so I need to make some preparations.

......

Time passed by, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Eight o'clock in the evening, in the west of Jinling City, an abandoned clothing factory.

The night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, and only the neon lights of the distant city cast a hazy halo on the horizon.

The abandoned garment factory stands in the wasteland like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, its doors and windows tightly shut, devoid of any light, its deathly silence chilling.

Han Gaoyang led the military team and arrived at the perimeter of the garment factory without making a sound.

The team consisted of fifteen people, including two elders who were at the Grandmaster level.

Gui Haiyidao and Wu Xiaoming, along with thirteen top-tier martial artists.

Everyone was dressed in black combat uniforms, well-equipped, and with solemn expressions.

Guihai Yidao was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a lean build, a cold face, and a narrow, long Tang sword hanging at his waist. He was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, exuding a fierce aura.

He is the chief elder of the Jinling branch of the Martial Arts Division. His swordsmanship is superb, and he is known as "the one who can cut through a river with a single stroke".

Wu Xiaoming was a burly man in his early forties, with broad shoulders and a thick, pillar-like arm. He practiced hard qigong and had a body of copper skin and iron bones, making him difficult to harm with ordinary swords and knives.

He is the deputy elder of the Jinling branch of the Martial Arts Department. He has a forthright personality and a fiery temper.

Han Gaoyang stood at the front of the group, raised his night vision binoculars, and carefully observed the situation of the garment factory.

The factory was eerily quiet, with no lights or signs of activity. It was almost too quiet.

A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"Something's not right." Han Gaoyang put down his binoculars, his brows furrowed.

"It's too quiet. The Senju family couldn't have been completely unprepared. They must have set up an ambush inside."

Wu Xiaoming said in a gruff voice, "So be it! We'll fight them to the death! When have we, the men of the Wu Division, ever been afraid of those Japanese devils?"

Gui Haiyi, however, was more cautious. He said in a deep voice, "Team Leader Han is right. We can't rush in rashly. Let's send two people to scout from the flank first and confirm the situation before we take action."

Han Gaoyang nodded and was about to arrange manpower when the gate of the garment factory suddenly opened automatically.

The interior was pitch black, like a gigantic maw that devoured everything, exuding a chilling aura.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp laugh echoed from the darkness, reverberating through the silent night sky, utterly jarring.

"Hahaha... Gentlemen of the Military Division, now that you're here, why stand outside? Come in and have a seat!"

Han Gaoyang's expression changed, realizing that the other party had discovered their whereabouts.

He gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Go in!"

Fifteen members of the martial arts unit filed in and entered the garment factory.

The factory's interior space was enormous, spanning over a thousand square meters, and was filled with discarded sewing machines and fabrics. The air was thick with the smell of mildew and chemicals.

A few dim light bulbs hung from the roof, emitting a faint glow that barely illuminated the open space in the center of the factory.

When the members of the Takeshi team saw the scene inside the factory, everyone's hearts sank.

In the shadows surrounding the factory, at least forty or fifty men in black stood indistinctly, wielding various weapons, completely surrounding them.

In the open space in the center of the factory, four people stood watching them coldly.

Standing in the very center was an old man in a gray robe with a sinister face; he was none other than Yin Sangshu, an elder within the Martial Division.

Yin Sangshu was a veteran of the Military Affairs Department, having served there for over twenty years and holding a high position of power.

He had committed a capital crime years ago, but Director Zhan Xier overruled objections and saved his life.

But now, he stands on the opposite side of the military command, colluding with the Japanese pirates.

To his left stood a middle-aged man dressed in a black ninja outfit, with a cold and stern face. Two short swords were tucked into his waistband, and he exuded a sharp killing intent. He was none other than Senju Onimaru, a special ninja of the Senju clan.

To his right stood an old man in a blood-red robe, with a withered face and an aura of malevolence. He held a skull staff in his hand. He was none other than the veteran evil cultivator, Demon Pill Phoenix Nine Heavens.

Standing behind the mulberry tree was a burly, bald, strong man with a ferocious face. His bare upper body was covered with hideous scars, his muscles were bulging, and he exuded a violent aura. He was another evil cultivator, Qiu Xiaochi.

Four Grandmaster-level experts.

In addition, there were forty or fifty top-tier martial arts fighters around them.

This force was enough to overwhelm most of the combat power of the Jinling branch of the Martial Division.

Han Gaoyang's face turned extremely ugly. He stared at Yin Sangshu, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Yin Sangshu! As an elder of the Martial Arts Division, you actually colluded with Japanese pirates and betrayed the Division! Do you think you've lived up to the Director's trust in you?"

Yin Sangshu sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "Trust? That brat Zhan Xier, does she even deserve to talk about trust? I, Yin Sangshu, have served in the Military Division for over twenty years, achieving numerous military exploits, yet I've always been overshadowed by her, unable to even secure a deputy director position! Since she doesn't know what's good for her, then I'll take it myself!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Martial Division, a smug glint in his eyes: "Today, as long as I keep you all here, the Martial Division will be leaderless and naturally fall apart. Then, I, Yin Sangshu, will be the new master of the Martial Division!"

Enraged, Wu Xiaoming roared, "Bullshit! I'll tear your dog mouth apart first!"

He pushed off the ground with both feet and charged towards the Indian mulberry tree like a cannonball. His fist, as big as a casserole dish, whistled through the air and smashed straight at the tree's face.

The mulberry tree remained motionless, only a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of its mouth.

Senju Onimaru moved.

His figure appeared before Wu Xiaoming in an instant, like a ghost, and the short knife in his hand turned into a cold light, stabbing straight at Wu Xiaoming's throat.

Wu Xiaoming was startled and quickly withdrew his fist and changed his move, crossing his arms to block.

"clang!"

The blade struck his arm with a crisp metallic clang, sparks flying everywhere.

Wu Xiaoming's external hard qigong was indeed remarkable; the knife only left a shallow white mark on his arm and did not injure him.

But Senju Onimaru's slash successfully stopped his charge.

Gui Hai drew his Tang sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. His gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed on Yin Sangshu, and his voice was icy: "Yin Sangshu, you will pay the price for what happened today."

Yin Sangshu laughed loudly: "Pay the price? With just you two? Gui Haiyidao and Wu Xiaoming, the two of you combined might be able to hold me off for a while, but what about the people behind you? Can they stop the special ninja of the Thousand Hands Clan and the two evil cultivator grandmasters?"

His gaze swept over the members of the Martial Division, his tone filled with contempt: "Today, none of you will leave here alive."

Han Gaoyang's heart sank to the bottom.

He looked around and found that all the exits of the factory had been sealed off, the windows had been nailed shut with iron plates, and the cell phone signal had been blocked, making it impossible to contact the outside world.

"Didn't Su Hao say he was coming to help? Where is he?"

Han Gaoyang gritted his teeth, gripped his weapon tightly, and prepared to fight to the death.

Just then, a lazy voice suddenly came from the shadows on the second floor of the factory building.

"Hey, are you guys going to fight or not? I'm almost falling asleep waiting."