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Kyoto, Dragon Group Headquarters.

When Chen Gang was carried back, Xu Wudi was enjoying tea in his office.

When he saw Chen Gang's pale face and listless demeanor, he crushed the teacup in his hand with a "crack".

"What happened?"

Xu Wudi's voice was deep, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Chen Gang lay weakly on the stretcher, his lips trembling:

"My lord... Luo Tian... he destroyed my cultivation..."

"What?!"

Xu Wudi suddenly stood up, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

The temperature in the entire office suddenly dropped, and the subordinates nearby all stepped back, their faces turning pale.

Did you convey my message?

Xu Wudi asked through gritted teeth.

Chen Gang nodded, his voice filled with humiliation:

"I brought it... but he said..."

"What did he say?"

He said... "What is a God of War? He doesn't deserve that title..."

He also said... if the adults cause him trouble again, he wouldn't mind coming over... to trample on a god for fun...

"Bang!"

Xu Wudi slammed his palm down on the desk in front of him, shattering it and sending splinters flying.

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"

He paced back and forth, his eyes burning with anger.

When has the mighty God of War, the highest-ranking member of the Dragon Group, ever suffered such humiliation?

"Someone come here!"

Xu Wudi abruptly stopped, his voice icy:

"Pass on my order: assemble the elite troops and prepare—"

"Xu Wudi".

An old but dignified voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Xu Wudi's expression changed slightly, and he turned to look.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, slowly walked into the office.

The old man was vigorous and had piercing eyes, exuding an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Although there was no fluctuation in his cultivation level, Xu Wudi's expression became serious.

"Old Zhao? What brings you here?"

Xu Wudi suppressed his anger and forced a smile.

This Mr. Zhao was the person that old man trusted most.

Old Zhao walked up to Xu Wudi and looked at him calmly:

"That person asked me to pass on a message to you."

Xu Wudi's heart skipped a beat, and he said respectfully:

"Please speak, Mr. Zhao."

Old Zhao's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"You should no longer interfere in Luo Tian's affairs. From today onwards, that person will personally oversee this matter."

Xu Wudi's expression changed:

"Old Zhao, that Luo Tian killed so many people and even crippled my men..."

"Shouldn't those people have been killed?"

Old Zhao interrupted him, his tone calm but questioning.

"The Black Tiger Gang has committed numerous evils. Zhang Xiong and his son, despite being the richest men, oppress ordinary people. Those international assassins deserve to die even more."

Luo Tian's actions are all good deeds, eliminating harm for the people. And you, instead of investigating the mastermind behind the bounty on the dark web, are going to cause trouble for Luo Tian?

Xu Wudi was speechless, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Old Zhao gave him a deep look and continued:

"As someone said, this court isn't ruled by you, Xu Wudi, alone. You should know what to do."

After saying that, Old Zhao turned and left with a composed gait.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and, without turning his head, said:

"Oh, by the way, that person also asked me to tell you—Li Zhendong used to be his secretary."

Xu Wudi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Li Zhendong? That old man from the Li family in Yuncheng?

I see……

No wonder that person would pay attention to Luo Tian!

Old Zhao's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Xu Wudi stood there, his face ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"My lord, shall we still go to Cloud City?"

A subordinate asked cautiously.

Xu Wudi took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart:

"They've all left. They've all left."

He turned and walked to the window, gazing at the sky outside, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"If the open approach doesn't work, then let's try the covert one..."

……

Kyoto, deep within a quaint and tranquil courtyard.

In a study, an elderly man with white hair but a vigorous spirit was sitting in a grand chair, flipping through documents.

He was dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit, with a kind face but deep, unfathomable eyes.

Old Zhao pushed open the door and entered, bowing respectfully:

"Sir, the message has been delivered."

The old man put down the documents in his hand and nodded slightly:

What was Xu Wudi's reaction?

Mr. Zhao answered truthfully:

"On the surface, it seems like a compromise, but given his personality, he probably won't let it go so easily."

The old man smiled, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

"Of course he won't let this go. He's someone sent by the ancient martial arts world, and he's been secretly infiltrating all these years."

I've wanted to remove this thorn in my side for a long time, but the right opportunity just hasn't presented itself.

Old Zhao frowned slightly:

"You mean... use Luo Tian's hand?"

The old man did not answer directly, but instead asked:

"Any recent news from Zhen Dong's side?"

Old Zhao took a document from his pocket and handed it to him with both hands:

"The message that came from Old Li a few days ago."

It is said that Luo Tian casually crafted a few jade stones, which sold for two billion at an auction.

He also wrote a Heaven-level martial arts manual, which sold for four billion.

More importantly, he cured an elderly man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

That old man was the former head of the Ye family in Yucheng.

It is said that not only did he recover, but he also broke through to the Grandmaster realm.

The old man took the document, read it carefully, and a look of appreciation appeared in his eyes:

"This Luo Tian is indeed no ordinary person."

He put down the documents, stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sky.

"Zhen Dong has been with me for twenty years, and his judgment is never wrong."

He said Luo Tian was a truly exceptional person, capable of accomplishing great things for the court. I believe Zhen Dong's judgment.

Old Zhao probed:

"You mean... you want Luo Tian to deal with Xu Wudi?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"No rush, let's take a look first. Xu Wudi is backed by the ancient martial arts world, which is too much to handle."

Taking action rashly could lead to uncontrollable consequences.

But we can't just let it go unchecked; someone needs to keep him in check.

He turned around and looked at Old Zhao:

"Tell Zhen Dong to continue contacting Luo Tian, ​​but don't force him."

Such people can only be treated with sincerity, not controlled by power.

"Yes, sir."

Old Zhao respectfully acknowledged the order and left the study.

The old man sat back down in his armchair and picked up a photo frame from the table.

The photo shows him with Li Zhendong when they were young.

"Zhen Dong, Zhen Dong, what kind of person did you bring back for me?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with anticipation.

……

at the same time.

On the international dark web, a message ignited the entire assassin community.

"Shadow is dead."

Those three simple words silenced all the assassins.

Shadow, ranked third on the international assassin list.

He never failed; assassinating a grandmaster was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

He just died like that?

Following that, someone analyzed all the failed assassination attempts on Luo Tian.

The conclusion reached left everyone gasping in shock—

"Target: Luo Tian, ​​suspected to be a Martial Dao Venerable!"

A Martial Arts Master! That's someone who can split mountains and rivers, and ride the clouds.

Grandmasters are nothing but ants before martial arts masters!

Immediately, all the assassins who had accepted the mission cancelled their plans.

Two hundred million US dollars is great, but you need to be alive to spend it.

In an ancient castle in Europe.

A glamorous red-haired woman was lounging lazily on the sofa.

She wore a red silk nightgown, her shapely figure faintly visible.

It was "Blood Rose," ranked second on the assassin list.

She looked at the messages on her phone, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"A Martial Arts Master? Interesting..."