Ten Years of Study Can't Match Three Generations of Business, and Three Generations of Business Can't Match an Ancestor Who Carried a Gun!

"Zhao Mengsheng?!"

The masked general spun around, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Zhao Mengsheng was the name he had used in the army!

Since he had gone to the Northern Frontier ten years ago, no one had spoken that name.

Who was looking into him?

Could it be... Chief Yue's family?

He remembered what Yue Changlong always used to say: "My son Xiaofei is as stubborn as I am. He'll make a fine soldier someday."

By his reckoning, Yue Xiaofei should be grown up by now!

"Do we know who's looking?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

A security guard replied, "It started in a beautiful streamer's live chat. Looks like she was helping someone find clues."

"A beautiful streamer?"

Zhao Shanhe frowned. The hope in his eyes quickly faded.

He knew plenty of influencers who stirred up drama for attention!

They only wanted views.

Besides, why would Chief Yue's family look for him this way?

"Leave it."

Zhao Shanhe looked toward the Wolf Country Capital ahead.

"Take the city faster! It must fall within three days!"

"I want to see the Dragon Kingdom's Battle Flag flying over the Wolf Country palace!"

"Yes, sir!"

The messenger hurried off with his orders.

Meanwhile...

Inside a small house in Jiangcheng.

Snowstorms still howled across the Northern Frontier.

The lights of Jiangcheng had already come on.

Yue Xiaofei was still listening to the cheers on the radio.

He had no idea that the God of War Shanhe, whose name struck fear into his enemies on the Northern Frontier, was holding an identical photograph and saying his father's name.

A yellowed photograph had linked two figures a thousand miles apart...

The wheels of fate began to turn!

Late that night.

A private dining room at Royal No. 1 in Jiangcheng.

"Young Master Gao, you've had a rough few days!"

"Come on, we brought in models from the Provincial Capital just for you. They're all gorgeous!"

"We're drinking till we drop tonight!"

Gao Zisheng sat on a leather sofa.

Several of his good-for-nothing friends beckoned, and a row of scantily dressed models entered. They had fair skin, beautiful faces, and stunning figures.

They were the kind of "goddesses" many men could only dream of dating!

But now they eagerly threw themselves into Gao Zisheng's arms.

"Nothing special!"

Gao Zisheng looked at them with disdain and pushed away the women beside him.

"Young Master Gao, what's wrong? Not satisfied?"

A young man with dyed blond hair sidled over and offered him a cigar.

Gao Zisheng did not answer. He took out his phone instead.

On the screen was a photograph of Pan Tiantian, the school beauty.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore her school uniform. She looked as fresh as a mountain spring.

That was what he wanted—

Pure!

Untouched!

And someone he wanted to conquer!

He called Pan Tiantian, his voice carrying a hint of pleading. "Pan Tiantian, come hang out at Royal No. 1. If you come, I'll do anything you want!"

The other end was silent for a few seconds.

Then Pan Tiantian's cold voice came through. "Gao Zisheng, stop calling me. I don't want Yue Xiaofei to get the wrong idea!"

"What?"

Gao Zisheng gritted his teeth in fury. "You're with Yue Xiaofei? What does that broke kid have that—"

He wanted to demand more, but the line went dead.

"Fuck!"

Gao Zisheng smashed his phone against the floor. "Yue Xiaofei! It's fucking you again!"

He was furious.

If Pan Tiantian's family had not had connections that made her difficult to touch, he might have had her kidnapped!

Elsewhere.

Pan Tiantian gripped her phone, her palms slick with sweat.

She stared at Yue Xiaofei's name on the screen, her pretty face faintly flushed.

As the saying went...

Ten years of study could not match three generations of business!

And three generations of business could not match an ancestor who had carried a gun!

She had watched Lin Xiaolu's stream, too. Lin Tiejun had spoken up for the Yue Family, and Lei Zhen had stood behind Yue Xiaofei...

The Yue Family's connections ran right to the top!

What did it matter that the Gao Family had money?

Pan Tiantian opened her chat with Yue Xiaofei.

She typed and deleted a message several times before finally sending it.

[Yue Xiaofei, there's a class reunion this weekend. Can you come?]

A moment later, his reply arrived:

"Busy."

In the small house in Jiangcheng's urban village.

Yue Xiaofei was wiping down his grandfather's pistol with a towel.

His phone screen lit up. He replied with one word and set it aside.

He understood exactly what Pan Tiantian wanted.

She had used him as a shield before. Now that she had seen what he could do, she wanted to get close to him...

So what if she was the school beauty?

He could not be bothered with her!

A private dining room at Royal No. 1.

Smash! Smash! Smash!

In a fit of rage, Gao Zisheng broke seven or eight bottles of outrageously expensive imported liquor.

"Young Master Gao, she's just a woman. Is she worth getting this angry over?"

Blondie tried to calm him, then suddenly seemed to think of something. His eyes darted around.

"If you want to make him suffer, I've got an idea! My dad works at the Civil Affairs Bureau and oversees the funeral homes. He just found something out—Yue Xiaofei's mother's death anniversary is coming up."

"Her death anniversary? So what?" Gao Zisheng asked.

"The important thing is that her grave's in Qingshan Cemetery. You know the place, right?"

Blondie lowered his voice, a malicious gleam in his eyes.

Gao Zisheng frowned. "Isn't that Jiangcheng's biggest cemetery?"

"Wrong!"

Blondie grinned and explained, "It's divided into east and west sections. Ordinary people are buried in the East District, but the West District is different. They call it the Sin Mausoleum!"

"Sin Mausoleum?"

"It's where they bury people who've done terrible things!"

Blondie went on. "Criminals who died in prison, traitors who sold out the country, and scum whose bodies nobody claimed... That's where Yue Xiaofei's mother is buried!"

Gao Zisheng froze, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Are you serious?"

"His dad's locked up in Black Prison, and his mom's buried in the Sin Mausoleum. What a perfect pair!"

"When's her death anniversary?"

Blondie answered at once, "Three days from now! Young Master Gao, it's a gift from heaven! We'll take some guys over there and teach Yue Xiaofei a lesson!"

Gao Zisheng nodded, a nasty grin on his face.

"Good idea!"

"My dad won't let me go after him openly, but no one can stop me from messing with him at his mother's grave, right?"

"I'll make Yue Xiaofei understand that even with powerful people backing him now, he still has to grovel before me!"

"The Gao Family still runs Jiangcheng!"

"In three days, at Qingshan Cemetery, I'll make Yue Xiaofei kowtow and admit he was wrong!"