I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Late at night, at the Jiang family manor, in the main house.

In the three-story villa that belonged to the eldest son, the study on the top floor was brightly lit.

The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the night.

The air conditioner was on in the room with the temperature set.

The light from the crystal chandelier shone on the mahogany desk.

Two slender stemmed glasses clinked together, producing a crisp sound.

"Dad, cheers." Jiang Hao tilted his head back, poured half a glass of champagne down his throat, and let out a burp.

He loosened his silk tie and tossed it onto the sofa, radiating an barely suppressed excitement.

Jiang Tianxiong sat in a large leather boss's chair, holding a wine glass in his hand, slowly swirling the golden liquid inside.

On the table sat a sliced ​​Cuban cigar, its smoke rising upwards.

"Keep calm in the face of adversity." Jiang Tianxiong leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his drink, and said, "The matter is not yet settled, so don't be too happy too soon."

"What's the suspense?" Jiang Hao walked to the French windows and tapped the glass with his finger. "The Destiny Organization has deployed eight executives. Eight superhumans! Even if that guy surnamed Ye is a formidable fighter, capable of taking on two at once, can he really take on eight? Is he trying to turn the world upside down?"

He turned around, opened his arms, and made a gesture as if embracing the entire room.

"Even if we take a step back and say the worst, the old man insists on going along as a protective charm."

"Well, that's it. They took care of us while we were at it. Dad, we have to put on our mourning clothes first thing tomorrow morning and go to the riverbank to identify the body. From now on, the Jiang family will be ours."

Jiang Tianxiong picked up his cigar, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Be quick-witted when identifying the body; make sure you squeeze out tears. If you're going to put on an act, then do it properly." Jiang Tianxiong flicked his cigarette ash.

"The second and third wives will definitely cause trouble. When that happens, you should take over the finances and security first."

"If anyone disobeys, hehe, just kick them out of the Jiang family. All the assets will be consolidated under the name of our eldest son's branch."

Jiang Hao chuckled and rubbed his hands together. "Don't worry, Dad, I've arranged everything. Those good-for-nothings, Second Uncle and Third Uncle, I can easily find an excuse to get rid of them. As for that girl Jiang Yu'er..."

A lewd glint flashed in his eyes.

"Isn't that blind man from the Northern Martial Arts Alliance always wanting to marry a young and beautiful wife?"

"Marrying Jiang Yu'er into that family can also get us some resources. It's a good way to make use of waste, isn't it?"

Jiang Tianxiong nodded, satisfied with his son's arrangement.

"Bang."

A loud bang.

The solid wood carved gate was kicked open from the outside.

It wasn't a simple push; the entire door panel detached from the frame, along with fragments of the metal hinges, and flew directly into the study, smashing onto the mahogany desk.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Jiang Tianxiong's hand trembled, and the wine glass fell onto the carpet, shards of glass scattering everywhere, the red wine spreading across the carpet.

"Damn it, what kind of gatekeepers are you...?"

Jiang Hao turned around, about to start cursing.

Jiang Xiaotian stood outside the door.

The old man's Tang suit was torn in several places, stained with dark red blood, some of which had dried and turned black.

The oppressive aura of the Celestial Realm was released without restraint, making the air in the entire study extremely oppressive.

He just stared at the father and son inside the house.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, you're back!"

Jiang Hao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

He glanced down and saw that his crotch was wet, and a foul odor wafted from his trouser leg.

Jiang Tianxiong swallowed hard and forced himself to stand up.

He gripped the edge of the table with both hands, his knuckles turning blue from the force.

"Dad... what are you doing?" Jiang Tianxiong forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "What's wrong with you in the middle of the night? The door is broken."

Jiang Xiaotian took a step forward, his shoes crunching on the broken glass.

"The people from the Mandate of Heaven said that you paid a high price for Master Ye's life." Jiang Xiaotian's voice was hoarse as he uttered each word. "He also specifically instructed that if I am accidentally killed, you should give me a proper burial."

"Shouldn't I thank you properly, my filial son? Ah!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tianxiong's breath caught in his throat, and all color drained from his face.

"Dad, are you getting senile?!" Jiang Tianxiong raised his voice, which cracked slightly. "This is a frame-up! What Heavenly Mandate organization? I don't understand any of that!"

He abruptly changed the subject: "Do you have any evidence? If you don't, what gives you the right to come here in the middle of the night and slander your own son!"

Jiang Hao also realized what was happening and scrambled to Jiang Tianxiong's feet, hugging the chair leg.

"Yes, yes! Grandpa, someone must be sowing discord! How could we possibly hire someone to kill you? You're the pillar of the Jiang family!"

Jiang Tianxiong straightened his back, feeling more and more justified as he spoke: "Dad, you can't just listen to the one-sided story of Ye An, that outsider, and come here to question your own flesh and blood."

"You need to produce evidence. Without evidence, I will not admit to anything!"

The corridor outside the study was dimly lit.

Ye An stood quietly at the door of the study, one hand casually in his pocket, his deep gaze never once glancing into the room.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the tips of his shoes. He casually raised his other hand and patted the late autumn night dew that clung to his sleeve with a hint of disdain.

"You want evidence too?"

Ye An's voice wasn't loud, and there wasn't a trace of emotion in it, yet it drifted into the room like a cold winter wind, causing the indoor temperature to drop to freezing point.

He finally took a long stride and slowly crossed the threshold.

"I, Ye An, never need to prove anything to anyone when I do things."

I act solely based on cause and effect.

Before he finished speaking, Ye An had already raised his right hand.

He didn't even glance at the panicked father and son, but casually bent his slender fingers and flicked them lightly twice in the air.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

Two powerful streams of true energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, instantly tore through the air, carrying an overwhelming force, and accurately entered the lower abdomens of Jiang Tianxiong and Jiang Hao.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two muffled, soft sounds were particularly clear in the quiet study.

Jiang Tianxiong's body stiffened abruptly, all his movements freezing instantly.

"Ah~!"

His eyeballs bulged outwards and were bloodshot from extreme pain.

His mouth was wide open, but it was as if his throat was being choked, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Then, as if all the bones had been drained from my body, I collapsed heavily onto the thick wool carpet.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me... I'm still young, Grandpa!"