Main Urban District, Rose Star Winery.
"Dad, what do you think?" Yang Zheng asked after a moment of thought in a lavish private room.
He did not care about the so-called power of the Wang Family. All he cared about was what his parents wanted. Since his mother, Yang Rong, agreed, he had nothing more to say. He would simply support them.
"The Wang Family was where I was born and raised, after all," Wang Jiu said slowly. He had left the family after violating a taboo, but aside from Wang Yanzhao's branch, no one else had made things difficult for him.
Some members of the Wang Family had even helped him when he left, such as Yang Zheng's aunt, Wang Yanling, and her husband, Zhou Zhengyong. In those early days, his younger sister and brother-in-law had both
quietly helped him.
"Iron Hand Zhou Zhengyong?"
Yang Zheng froze. Wasn't that the chairman in Jiangnan Base City? So the two families were actually related.
"Dad, make whatever decision you want. I'll support you!" Yang Zheng looked at his father earnestly.
"Good. Then we'll go to Kyoto City tomorrow," Wang Jiu said solemnly. The grievances from over a decade ago had to be settled.
Kyoto City, Wangfu Residential Area.
That day, all the Wang Family's key elites had gathered in a spacious assembly hall within the Wangfu Residential Area. Even those overseas had been summoned back overnight.
"Fourth Brother, why do you think Uncle called us here? Did something happen?" a potbellied middle-aged man asked the middle-aged man in a suit beside him curiously.
"No idea!"
The man in the suit shook his head. "Uncle only said an honored guest was coming, and we needed to welcome them!"
He was curious too. What sort of honored guest required all the Wang Family's elites to turn out together?
Could it be an Invincible War God?
Or even...
a Councilor?
The old patriarch's sudden summons left many members of the Wang Family baffled. They whispered among themselves, though a few of the shrewder ones noticed something unusual.
Rustle!
Suddenly, everyone in the front row rose as the Wang Family Patriarch entered and took the seat of honor. He glanced at the nearly hundred people before him, all family elites who had already arrived.
Among them
were core members of the direct Wang bloodline, as well as sons-in-law who had married into the family. Without exception, each of them headed a corporate group outside the family.
"I summoned you here today to discuss the appointment of the family's new patriarch!" Only after almost everyone had arrived did the old patriarch speak slowly.
"What?"
"The patriarch is stepping down?"
An uproar erupted below. Although the old patriarch was advanced in years, no one had believed he would step down so soon.
He had led the Wang Family for over forty years, taking control during the Great Nirvana Period. He had saved many family members during the Great Nirvana and later made the Wang Family one of the HR Alliance's core families.
Yet now he was suddenly stepping down.
Many felt uneasy. A change in patriarch would inevitably involve a redistribution of interests.
But while some felt uneasy, others were pleasantly surprised.
"Dad, you can't!"
Wang Yanzhao hurriedly stood up from the front row. "The family still needs you. Please reconsider relinquishing your position. I feel I still need more tempering and cannot yet shoulder such a great responsibility."
Though that was what he said, Wang Yanzhao was inwardly ecstatic. With his greatest rival, Wang Yanming, gone, who else could compete with him for the position of patriarch?
"Mm!"
"You're right!"
The old patriarch nodded. "You do still need more tempering. However, someone else will be taking the position."
Wang Yanzhao was dumbstruck. He swore to heaven that his modest words had really just been an attempt at modesty.
But someone else would become patriarch?
Who?
As though answering Wang Yanzhao's doubts-and crushing his lingering hopes completely-the old patriarch glanced at the clock on the wall, then suddenly stood and headed outside.
"Everyone, come out!"
"Your new patriarch has arrived!"
"What's that?"
"A fighter aircraft! A triangular fighter! It belongs to the Limit Martial Hall!"
The crowd streamed outside after him and suddenly saw a streak of light cut across the sky before stopping above the residential area.
"A fighter from the Limit Martial Hall?"
Wang Yanzhao felt deeply uneasy amid the crowd. The Limit Martial Hall's aircraft manufacturing technology was the best in the world, but the vast majority of fighters it sold to outsiders were saucer-shaped.
The Triangular Fighter slowly descended.
Whoosh!
The hatch opened.
Two figures emerged.
In the next instant, everyone involuntarily averted their eyes from the young man in black sportswear.
"War God Yang Zheng!"
After nodding to Wang Jiu, the old patriarch stepped forward to greet him. Seeing the young man arrive, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't mind me, sir. My father is the main figure today!" Yang Zheng nodded calmly.
He acknowledged Wang Jiu as his father, but that did not mean he would acknowledge the Wang Family. He was adopted; he had no blood ties to them.
"Of course! Of course!"
The old patriarch hurriedly nodded. Everything he had done was for the young man before him. As long as he could bring Yang Zheng onto the Wang Family's side, the family's rise would be within reach.
So far,
the results seemed quite good.
Glancing at the Triangular Fighter slowly rising into the air, the old patriarch could not help feeling glad he had made this decision.
Triangular Fighters were all unmanned intelligent fighters. Their price alone was enough to deter the overwhelming majority of War Gods worldwide.
Ordinary martial artists generally did not know this, but as a member of the world's powerful elite, the old patriarch knew well:
Even for the Inspectors among the Limit Martial Hall's senior ranks, a King-Level Intelligent Fighter cost 180 billion Huaxia Currency at the best internal price.
And if the major powers or the HR Alliance wanted to buy one?
They had to pay even more.
Inside the assembly hall.
Nearly a hundred Wang Family elites sat below, but the person in the seat of honor was no longer the old patriarch. It was a young man in black sportswear.
"Wang Yanzhao, do you admit your crimes?"
Yang Zheng unleashed his invisible aura without restraint. As a powerful Spirit Reader, his gaze made every
person below tremble to their very soul.
"No, I don't... Aaargh!"
Wang Yanzhao scrambled to his feet in panic and tried to flee outside. But a streak of silver light flashed past, severing both his legs. He fell to the floor as blood gushed from his wounds.
Everyone below was stunned with terror. Wang Xing'an, Wang Xingping, and the others turned deathly pale. In a corner, Wang Jiu's expression flickered before hardening into resolve.
"Attempting to murder your elder brother and sister-in-law-a capital crime!"
Ignoring everyone's reactions, Yang Zheng sent a streak of silver light straight through Wang Yanzhao's forehead, leaving a bloody hole.
Thud!
Wang Yanzhao collapsed limply, his face still filled with shock, regret, resentment, and venom.
"Wang Xing'an, Wang Xingping!"
The icy voice sounded like a death sentence from the Grim Reaper. Wang Xing'an and Wang Xingping crumpled to the floor in terror.
"Abusing men and women-unforgivable!"
Two streaks of silver light pierced their foreheads. Terror filled their eyes before the light faded from them. They fell to the floor with a thud, blood from the holes in their foreheads staining the ground red.
"Wang Xingling..."
Heavy! Suffocating!
Yang Zheng's merciless slaughter seemed to freeze the atmosphere in the assembly hall completely. Everyone trembled with fear, not daring to draw a loud breath.
Only after killing nearly twenty people did Yang Zheng end his judgment. The only people he had truly intended to purge himself were Wang Yanzhao and his family. He had dealt with the others in passing, sparing his father, Wang Jiu, from having to dirty his own hands.
With Yang Zheng, an Invincible War God, safeguarding him and the old patriarch lending his full support, Wang Jiu's takeover of the entire Wang Family naturally fell into place.
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