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Xiao Chubing was so startled she almost cried out, her beautiful eyes sparkling repeatedly. Was this the husband who had been mocked for two years since their marriage?

Xiao Chubing’s eyes became a bit red as she recalled her deceased grandfather. It seemed her grandfather hadn’t lied to her, perhaps she really misunderstood him.

With such skills, even if Ling Fan was a failure, he was probably not a simple failure.

"Can’t you understand human speech? A minute has already passed!" Ling Fan snorted coldly.

The three, including Du Tao, were like waking from a dream, still in a daze, especially Du Tao. How had things turned out like this? Du Shiwei was dead?

Without support, he was nothing, and couldn’t help stealing a glance at Ding Wanchang, his heart growing more and more panic-stricken. He had already lost any leverage against Ding Wanchang and was thinking about how to flee.

The other two’s faces looked worse than if their father had died, panicking as they pulled out their phones, shaking as they dialed a number, calling their master, Lu Jinglun.

...

Weisheng Martial Arts School.

"Brother Lu, after this matter, Feng will definitely not let you down. That villa in Yuhu Bay is just a small token of my appreciation!" Feng Wenshan said enthusiastically.

After separating from Ling Fan at the bar, Feng Wenshan grew more and more unable to swallow his anger. But Ling Fan’s combat power was too fierce for normal people to deal with; otherwise, he wouldn’t have swallowed his pride on the spot. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After long consideration, he decided to seek help from Lu Jinglun. The two shared a deep relationship and he believed that as long as he showed enough sincerity, Lu Jinglun would not refuse him.

"Younger brother Feng, we have many years of friendship, no need for formalities. That Li Family member is just an early-stage First Grade martial artist. In the Martial Arts World, he’s nothing. I can kill him with one finger.

However, that waste son-in-law of the Xiao Family, he must be in the late stages of First Grade. I really didn’t expect that kid to be a martial arts genius," Lu Jinglun nodded, appearing somewhat surprised.

Feng Wenshan was shocked. "I never expected the Xiao Family’s waste son-in-law to be a martial artist, hiding so deep. Probably even the Xiao Family doesn’t know, otherwise he wouldn’t have been mocked as a waste for two years. Brother Jinglun, are you confident?"

"Don’t worry, what you don’t know is that the difference between First Grade and Second Grade is like that between a baby and a giant, not on the same level. To cripple him, three moves are enough," Lu Jinglun said with a slight smile.

As he spoke, he gently pressed his palm on a solid wood round table. When he lifted it, a startlingly clear, inch-deep palm imprint was visible on the table.

Feng Wenshan gasped in astonishment, his face showing shock. "This..."

The two had known each other for many years, yet this was the first time Lu Jinglun had demonstrated such immortal methods before him.

"Although a First Grade martial artist has entered the threshold of cultivating martial arts, he only knows how to use the strength of muscles and bones. But at the Second Grade realm, like me, one starts to harness Inner Strength, understanding the combination of Inner Strength and muscles to exert greater power," Lu Jinglun explained.

Today, Feng Wenshan’s horizons were greatly broadened; previously, he only knew the martial artist’s skills were formidable, but he hadn’t realized there was so much knowledge involved.

After chatting for a while, Feng Wenshan left the Weisheng Martial Arts School feeling satisfied.

After seeing off Feng Wenshan and just getting back to his room, Lu Jinglun’s phone suddenly rang. It was a call from a disciple of the hall, and he answered immediately.

"Master... Master... Big Brother is dead!" The voice on the other end conveyed fear and panic.

"What did you say? What happened?" Lu Jinglun exclaimed in shock, bellowing angrily.

Du Shiwei was his direct disciple, his proud pupil. In Binzhou, anyone with even a slight status who knew his background wouldn’t dare to touch Du Shiwei.

"Xiao... Xiao Family’s son-in-law..." The voice on the other end trembled with fear.

Before Lu Jinglun could interrogate, he heard a phrase from the other side that nearly made him explode.

"Master, come quickly to save us... Xiao’s son-in-law said, within thirty minutes you must come to collect the elder apprentice’s body, and if you’re one minute late, one of us will die, and you’ll have one more body to collect, Master, your disciple doesn’t want to die!"

Lu Jinglun, fuming, his beard bristling, his eyes round with fury, asked, "Where are you?"

"At his house, Master, five minutes have already passed...." The voice on the other side added, filled with fear.

"Snap!"

Lu Jinglun, shaking all over with anger, slammed his cellphone onto the ground. The poor cellphone instantly shattered into pieces, completely destroyed.

"Insolent child, this is too much bullying."

At that moment, Lu Jinglun was like a dormant volcano suddenly ignited. He had indeed promised Feng Wenshan and still didn’t know what excuse to find, but he didn’t expect Ling Fan to provoke him actively, giving him a justified reason to act.

"Someone!" Lu Jinglun shouted loudly, hurrying outside; he had to save them.

In the villa courtyard of Xiao Chubing’s residing place.

After finishing the call, Zhang Ping was soaked in cold sweat. He exchanged looks with Wang Sheng and secretly made a decision.

If the time really passed, they would first push Du Tao out to die; they both had little to do with Du Tao. Now that Du Shiwei was dead, what was Du Tao’s worth?

Du Tao was not a fool either. Feeling the atmosphere turn strange, his limbs turned icy. This world was too realistic, truly a moment in time changes everything.

"You three, kneel properly and wait for your Master to arrive." Ling Fan said indifferently.

How could the three dare to delay? Knowing the man before them truly dared to make blood spill within five steps, they hurriedly knelt on the ground.

Ling Fan looked at Ding Wanchang, instructing lightly, "Keep an accurate count of time, after one minute, eliminate one. Whom you eliminate is up to you; any consequences will be on me."

Ding Wanchang took a deep breath. Ling Fan had taken care of the biggest trouble, Du Shiwei, and left the other two out of the equation for now. Dealing with the bastard Du Tao, he had absolutely no hesitations—an unintended favor from Ling Fan.

Hearing this, Du Tao’s face turned as pale as clay, his heart filled with despair. It was over.

The other two men secretly breathed a sigh of relief; finally, they were not the first to die.

Xiao Chubing, standing aside, didn’t utter a word; the shock in her heart was beyond words. Since her early days, this was the first time she felt something called a sense of security.

Just then, a series of braking sounds came from outside the villa.

"The Master has arrived, so quickly?" Zhang Ping and Wang Sheng, kneeling on the ground, felt a surge of excitement.

Du Tao’s eyes regained a bit of spirit, his body somewhat weak. If Lu Jinglun could come in time to save the day, he could possibly gain some advantage, at least temporarily safe.

The arrival was indeed swift. As Ling Fan was about to turn and enter the house, he suddenly stopped in his steps and looked toward the front gate.

Soon, three figures appeared in everyone’s line of sight. Ling Fan raised his eyebrows.

The three kneeling on the ground were instantly dumbfounded; damn it, wasn’t it the expected savior?

The few who had just come in were also stunned, looking at the scene in the courtyard, they exchanged glances, unsure of what drama was unfolding here.

Seeing the people who had entered, Xiao Chubing’s expression turned cold. It was indeed members of the Xiao family.

"What are you doing here? You’re not welcome here!" Xiao Chubing’s voice was icy cold.