Inside the Old Western House.
Listening to the cicadas outside the window, Lian Youming stood quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "After I leave for Hong Kong, don't let anyone approach the mother and child." The room was cold and empty, without a soul in sight.
Yan Lingyun and Little Stone had already returned to Wuzhou, while Sun Duhe and Yan Tao had stayed at the Green Gang Headquarters.
Who, then, was he speaking to?
Beneath the dense shade that blotted out the sky in the courtyard, a presence suddenly drifted away.
It belonged to an expert the Junk King had assigned to protect Yan Lingyun. Even Lian Youming could only sense the person's qi and had never seen their true face. But anyone the old man had left behind was surely a trusted subordinate, a brother he could entrust with his life.
There were five of them in all.
If those five joined forces, even Lian Youming felt his chances of winning would be slim. Presumably, they were no newcomers, but figures whose names had once resounded through the martial world, followers of the Junk King.
Even if they had not reached Foresight Perfection, they had traveled far along that path.
With these people protecting her, there was probably no need to worry about anyone below Mystic Connection.
"You don't need to come to Hong Kong with me. Stay in Guangzhou."
Lian Youming turned then and smiled at the figure behind him.
His double.
Youying.
Now that one of the Five Elders of the Mountain Guardians had attained the Mystic Connection Grand Realm, this double's situation had become very dangerous.
Or, more precisely, anyone close to him was in danger.
Should an attack come, this person might well end up dying in his place.
But even though Lian