Lu Chengwen returned directly to the provincial capital.
All four Close Guards could tell that Lu Chengwen was in a terrible mood.
Zhao Gang was so anxious he scratched at his ears and cheeks, but he did not ask, speak, or offer comfort... He simply stood quietly to one side.
Lu Chengwen sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time.
His mind was in utter turmoil. The four Close Guards had no idea what he was thinking. Though they could catch fragments, it was far too chaotic—completely incoherent.
The Jiang Family... He had still underestimated the Jiang Family.
Even Zhao Ritian had been frightened. He had been so scared that he had thought he might die there.
His expression and state at the time had been filled with the rage of a man facing death. Since he was going to die anyway, he had decided to go all out.
Long Aotian had been very well-behaved too.
As a Child of Destiny, Lu Chengwen had seen awe and fear in his eyes.
As for himself, there was even less to say. He had known that the Jiang Family was far stronger than the Feng Family, but he had still misjudged them.
Forget the Jiang Family's Patriarch, their web of connections, their community of shared interests...
Even any one of the Thirteen Riders of the Tiger Guard under Jiang Xiaohu could dominate the martial world with ease if released alone.
Take down the Jiang Family?
With his current strength and the fighting force at his disposal, it would not even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
Martial Uncle was just... dead? It had happened too suddenly.
How had the Great Organization and the people from Tianwang gotten mixed up together?
The forces behind those two organizations