Chapter 70: Storms Stir in All Directions!
Lin Changren sprang to his feet, furious. “Father, I knelt to welcome you back, gave you a chance to save face, and you refuse! Now you want to drive me out of the Lin family?”
Lin Daonan glared at his eldest son, his beard trembling with anger. “I am your father! Do I need you to give me a way out?”
“Stubborn fool, keep acting like this—sooner or later you’ll ruin yourself!”
“Changli, let’s go!” The old man walked away, hands clasped behind his back.
“Brother, take care of yourself,” Lin Changli snorted and hurried after Lin Daonan.
Yang Lizhen stamped her feet and cursed, “Drive us out of the Lin family? Look at you, just an old fool!”
“Hurry up and get out! Whoever wants to keep you can have you!”
“And the rest of you—ganging up to bully our family, is that it? You think I’m easy to provoke?” She vented her anger at Yu Feihu and the others.
Standing several meters away, her spittle still landed on Yu Feihu’s face.
Yu Feihu wiped the droplets from his brow and coldly waved his hand. “For every curse, slap her once.”
Four burly men rushed forward and pinned Yang Lizhen down.
Lin Weiwei tried to help her mother, but was shoved back seven or eight meters, tumbling into the swimming pool, soaked through.
“Let go of my wife!” Lin Changren shouted, glaring at Yu Feihu. “President Yu, I am the general manager of Dongliang Group, backed by Master Rong of the Liang family!”
“If you meddle in this, aren’t you afraid I’ll have Master Rong make trouble for you?”
Yu Feihu sneered. “Go ahead, let Liang Xianrong come after me. See if he’ll oppose me for your sake.”
Lin Changren instantly deflated; he knew Liang Xianrong would never turn against Yu Feihu. He lowered his tone, pleading, “President Yu, my wife just blurted out a few words. Please let her off.”
“She’s a woman, after all. A man’s hands are meant to build his world, not strike women.”
Yu Feihu’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Since you’re so protective of your wife, devoted couple that you are, fine—hit him too!”
Four more burly men rushed forward.
Lin Changren and Yang Lizhen were forced to kneel on the ground, slapped repeatedly.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The sound of slaps echoed.
Lin Weiwei cowered in the pool, terrified to come out. The Lin family’s servants hid inside the villa, not daring to show themselves.
“Ow!”
“Stop! It hurts!”
“President Yu, spare us! I know we were wrong!”
Lin Changren and Yang Lizhen kept howling and begging for mercy.
But it was useless. They endured dozens of slaps without missing a single one.
When the men withdrew, Lin Changren and Yang Lizhen collapsed together on the ground.
Their faces looked as if they’d been stung by dozens of bees, swollen beyond recognition.
Both cheeks were bright red—like a monkey’s rear soaked in water.
“Hiss… Ow!” Yang Lizhen touched her face, trembling in pain, unable to curse any longer.
Lin Changren sat on the ground, his eyes filled with venom as he stared at Ye Tianci. He dared not hold a grudge against Yu Feihu, so he could only resent Ye Tianci.
Ye Tianci completely ignored Lin Changren, got into the car with Lin Qingqian, and drove off.
Yu Feihu and Yu Sihai left with their men.
“Ye Tianci, just wait! If you marry Lin Qingqian, I’ll take your surname!”
“I’ll never let you succeed!” Lin Changren snarled, his small eyes flashing with the malice of a viper.
… …
That night.
As the video of the Tianmen Banner hanging high over Longxiang Grand Hotel in Shu City spread online, it reached every corner of the country.
On the East Sea, a luxurious cruise ship drifted quietly across the vast waters.
“Miss, the Tianmen Banner has appeared again, hung at the Longxiang Grand Hotel in Shu City. Could it be that the Tang family in Shu City is in trouble and seeking help from the other eight Tianmen Generals?”
In the top cabin of the cruise ship, an elderly woman in gray spoke in a low voice, looking at the white-clad woman standing by the window.
The woman possessed a devilish figure and an angelic face. A thin white dress draped over her, perfectly outlining her curves—full in front and back, with long, shapely legs, a masterpiece of nature. Any man who saw her body would feel his blood surge.
“White Granny, Tianmen has been dormant for years; the Eight Generals barely keep in touch. Even if the Tang family is in trouble, they wouldn’t raise the Tianmen Banner. I suspect the old master has returned to the world.”
Her voice was melodious, with the air of a commanding woman.
White Granny nodded. “Miss, according to Tianmen rules, when the Banner appears, the Eight Generals must gather. Are you heading to Shu City?”
The woman fell silent for a moment before speaking softly: “My father was gravely wounded, and before he passed, he entrusted me with the position of Tianmen General for the Xiao family, urging me never to abandon Tianmen.”
“I must honor my father’s last wish. When the Banner summons, how could I not respond?”
“White Granny, change course—enter the river and travel upstream to Shu City!”
White Granny accepted the order gravely and went down to relay it.
… …
At the foothills of Changbai Mountain in the northern frontier, wind and snow howled.
An enormous estate, built with extravagant luxury.
Beneath the estate lay a bunker, and in one vault, countless gold bars were stacked, their golden glow illuminating the room.
“Father, our gold mine had another bumper harvest this year!”
“In Jisheng province, no one can rival the wealth of the He family!”
A young man exclaimed excitedly.
Beside him, an elder stood with hands clasped, as though he hadn’t heard the youth. He mused aloud: “The Tianmen Banner appears, Eight Generals gather—could the old master have returned?”
The young man scoffed, “Father, what’s all this about the Banner and the Eight Generals? Tianmen has been dormant for years, it’s long out of fashion!”
“If you ask me, we should mind our own business and enjoy life in Jisheng. Who else has our wealth?”
Smack!
The elder slapped the young man to the ground, his brows fierce. “Fool! Without Tianmen, I, He Mingshen, would have died long ago! The He family wouldn’t exist as it does now!”
“Go outside and kneel in reflection!”
The young man dared not argue, and went out to kneel in dejection.
He Mingshen waved his hand. “Liu Quan, bring five hundred He family soldiers—depart for the Tang family in Shu City immediately! Arrive within three days!”
… …
In the remote western frontier of Da Xia.
Across the boundless desert.
A film crew was shooting, when a dozen fine horses galloped in, kicking up yellow sand.
“Whoa!”
The lead horse stopped abruptly. A woman in riding gear, heroic and striking, dismounted.
She took a phone from her assistant and stepped aside to answer a call.
“Junior brother went down the mountain a few days ago?”
“The Tianmen Banner appeared in Shu City?”
“I understand. Master must have passed the Tianmen leadership to him. He’s gone to Shu City for revenge. Don’t worry, senior sister—I’ll head there immediately. I won’t allow anyone to harm him!”
She had just finished the call when the Mediterranean-headed director approached, smiling ingratiatingly. “Miss Zhuang, when should we shoot the next scene?”
“Not shooting. Wait until I return.”
“Huh?”
“What ‘huh’? If you don’t want to be director, say so—I’ll find someone else.”
“No, no, Miss Zhuang, it’s all up to you.” The director hurriedly smiled, signaling everyone to disperse.
Her full name was Zhuang Muqing, Ye Tianci’s third senior sister. She’d left the mountain two years ago, now a famous actress worth billions, with over a dozen companies under her name.
Zhuang Muqing changed clothes on the spot and set off straight for Shu City in Sichuan!
With the Tianmen Banner’s return, the Eight Generals in charge of their domains all mobilized, and the Thirteen Blood-clad Guards hidden across the land also headed for Shu City!
Storms were gathering from all directions!
The mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the tower!