The group arrived.
A meticulously dressed old butler was furiously blocking a Netherworld Messenger's path.
"Chen Jie, what's going on?" Qiu Hong asked, though he already knew the answer.
The Netherworld Messenger remained calm, his manner strictly professional. "Captain, someone is obstructing our search. There may be contraband inside! Should we request backup, kill this man, and force our way in?"
"All right, I'll talk to him."
Qiu Hong nodded. When he turned toward the old butler, his fierce eyes were already filled with a chilling gleam.
"Get out of the way."
"Or die!"
Those few brief words carried boundless killing intent. An icy aura swept over the old butler, who was at late-stage C-Plus Rank, abruptly freezing his expression. It felt as though someone had seized his throat, and breathing instantly became difficult.
"O-old patriarch..."
Clutching his own throat, he cried out in terror.
Boom-
A wave of terrifying martial arts true qi surged outward, dispersing the yin qi.
The door swung open without a breeze, and a tall old man with fiercely slanted eyebrows emerged, his expression so cold and dark it looked ready to drip.
"Captain Qiu, Captain Xu, how very imposing you are!"
The door closed behind the old man as he emerged. With a single glance from him, an immense pressure descended on everyone from the Netherworld.
Qiu Hong's and Xu Xingfeng's expressions immediately changed.
They recognized him.
The Tang Family's old patriarch, Tang De-a Grandmaster with a terrifying record of assassinating other Grandmasters.
"Fuck, why is this old bastard here?"
"Wasn't he supposed to have gone to Southeast Asia on an assassination job he took from the Global Dark Web?"
The two had investigated before coming.
They hadn't expected their intelligence to be wrong. With a Grandmaster present, this would no longer be so