Yuyuan Manor.
This was once a top-tier estate meticulously built by the Bai family with an investment of 9.9 billion yuan.
However, four years ago, the Bai family was annihilated, and the Zheng family took their place. This estate naturally became the property of the Zheng family.
Today marked the seventieth birthday of the Zheng family patriarch, Zheng Ding Tian.
The Zheng family hosted a grand banquet here, attended by a significant portion of Suzhou and Hangzhou's elite.
Since the downfall of the Bai family, the Zheng family had risen to prominence in Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Who among the local dignitaries dared to disrespect Zheng Ding Tian?
The grandeur of today was the best testament to that!
Zheng Ding Tian, clad in a red Tang suit, sat beaming at the head table, his eyes scanning the numerous guests below, exuding an air of triumph.
Most of the Zheng family disciples stood behind him, diligently attending to his needs.
"Father, something terrible has happened!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed in, panting heavily as he shouted.
It was Zheng Shao Jun's father, Zheng Hao Xiong.
Zheng Ding Tian frowned, displeased. "You're all grown up, yet so flustered. Today is a joyous occasion, what nonsense are you babbling about?"
"Jun'er... he's had an accident..."
Zheng Hao Xiong spoke with a grim face, recounting the sequence of events.
"This is outrageous!"
Zheng Ding Tian suddenly stood up, his gaze turning stern.
Accompanying Zheng Shao Jun today, aside from a few escorts, was a martial arts master.
This martial arts master was no ordinary individual.
His iron fists were incredibly powerful, capable of easily cleaving through steel rebar.
Moreover, Zheng Shao Jun was carrying a handgun for self-defense!
Despite all this, he had fallen into Bai Zi He's hands.
This matter was of grave importance.
Zheng Ding Tian's face darkened as he muttered, "Could it be... that this Bai Zi He is a martial artist?"
A martial artist!
Upon hearing this, the Zheng family members' faces blanched.
The saying goes, "No matter how high your martial arts, you fear a kitchen knife." Ordinary people are flesh and blood; even with some skill, a sharp weapon could leave them grievously wounded.
But a martial artist was different.
They were as light as swallows, as agile as apes, and possessed immense strength, capable of delivering a thousand-pound punch, far surpassing the limits of ordinary humans.
Some of the most accomplished among them could even dodge bullets!
The fact that Zheng Shao Jun, armed with a handgun, was captured by Bai Zi He indicated that Bai Zi He was likely a martial artist.
"Father, what should we do?" Zheng Hao Xiong became anxious.
"Why the panic?"
Zheng Ding Tian let out a cold reprimand, saying lightly, "My Zheng family is a major power in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Dealing with a mere martial artist should be a simple matter, shouldn't it?"
With that, he lightly clapped his hands.
A bald man strode in with an imposing gait.
He was nearly two meters tall, with a ferocious scar across his forehead, clearly indicating he was no easy foe.
"Patriarch Zheng!"
The bald man cupped his fist in greeting to Zheng Ding Tian.
Zheng Ding Tian nodded. "Master Jiang, my grandson Zheng Shao Jun has fallen into the hands of his enemy, Bai Zi He. This Bai Zi He is very likely a martial artist."
"A mere martial artist..."
Jiang Kai dismissed it with a disdainful smile. "Patriarch Zheng, please rest assured. I will go and bring Young Master Zheng home right now."
Zheng Hao Xiong spoke with lingering worry, "Master Jiang, this Bai Zi He can even dodge bullets. Should we..."
"Give me a stab!"
Jiang Kai interrupted Zheng Hao Xiong before he could finish.
Zheng Hao Xiong stood there stunned. "What?"
Jiang Kai drew a steel knife and forcefully thrust it into Zheng Hao Xiong's hand, then declared, "I said, let you stab me."
"This..."
Zheng Hao Xiong hesitated, looking towards Zheng Ding Tian.
Zheng Ding Tian spoke, "Since it is Master Jiang's wish, you shall comply."
Zheng Hao Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "Master Jiang, please forgive my rudeness."
With that, he gripped the steel knife and lunged at Master Jiang.
A flicker of contempt flashed in Master Jiang's eyes. He raised his fist and slammed it directly onto the tip of the blade.
*Bang!!!*
The next moment, the steel knife was shattered by his punch!
*Hiss...*
Everyone drew in a sharp gasp of cold air.
That punch!
It was terrifyingly potent!
After all, even a normal bullet striking a steel knife might not leave a mark, yet he had broken it with his bare fist...
Jiang Kai's gaze swept around with arrogant pride. "Patriarch Zheng, what do you think of my fist?"
"Damn, I can only say it's awesome!"
"With Master Jiang here, Bai Zi He is surely doomed!"
"With a punch like that, Bai Zi He will probably be reduced to blood mist..."
"..."
Everyone sang his praises.
Zheng Ding Tian smiled broadly. "Master Jiang's iron fist is unparalleled. I shall trouble you with this, Master Jiang. Please bring back Bai Zi He's head!"
"Everyone."
"Let us raise our glasses together to bid Master Jiang farewell."
Having said that, Zheng Ding Tian raised his cup to signal the guests.
Jiang Kai, however, waved his hand and arrogantly stated, "Slaying Bai Zi He is no different from slaughtering pigs or dogs. Why should we delay everyone's feast?"
"Everyone, await my good news..."
*Bang!*
Before Jiang Kai could finish speaking, a loud explosion echoed from the manor's main gate.
Over a dozen dark figures swept in, eclipsing the sky, their momentum vast and overwhelming, crashing into the manor with immense force.
*Rumble!!!*
The next moment, dust billowed, and a strong wind swept through.
The Zheng family members and the many dignitaries alike stumbled back more than ten steps, scattering to avoid it.
As the dust settled.
Everyone focused their gaze.
Upon seeing, their faces turned ashen, and they all took a deep, sharp breath!
*Hiss!!!*
Those over a dozen dark figures...
Were, in fact, more than ten pitch-black coffins.
Today was the seventieth birthday of the Zheng family patriarch, Zheng Ding Tian, and someone had sent over more than ten coffins...
Were they seeking death and couldn't find a way?!
Zheng Ding Tian's face turned so dark it seemed water could drip from it. His clouded old eyes bulged out in horror.
"Mmmph..."
Suddenly, a muffled groan emanated from the first coffin.
Everyone's bodies trembled, and they instinctively retreated a few more steps. The air around them seemed to freeze, creating an exceptionally eerie atmosphere.
"Guards!"
"Open the coffins!"
Zheng Ding Tian's face was as black as ink. Pointing at the coffins, he roared, "I want to see who is hiding inside these coffins and playing tricks."