"Tang Jingchen?" Jiang Changfeng recognized the young man. He was none other than the grandson of Su Yi's former cook.
"Old bastard, this young master doesn't feel like wasting words on you today. Will you die on your own, or should I have my men do it?" Tang Jingchen wore an arrogant smile, half a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared coldly at Jiang Changfeng.
"Have you grown tired of living?" Jiang Changfeng's face was deathly pale. He was not afraid of Tang Jingchen, but of disturbing Su Yi.
"Trying to scare me?" Tang Jingchen crooked a finger behind him, and a crowd of men in suits charged in, brimming with murderous intent.
"Old Man Jiang, my grandfather showed you respect, but he passed away last night. Now I call the shots in the Tang Family. Either become our puppet or die. Take your pick!" Tang Jingchen chuckled. "My grandfather must have gone senile. Three generations of our family built this business empire, yet he said something about handing it all over for you to manage when someone came back one day?"
"You already have one foot in the grave. Can you swallow all those businesses if they're handed to you? Aren't you afraid of choking to death?" Tang Jingchen said disdainfully. "People out there say you're an immortal. If you really are, kill me right here today. Come on, show me what an immortal can do!"
Jiang Changfeng wielded immense influence in Huaxia. If Tang Jingchen could turn him into the Tang Family's puppet, he believed it would not be long before the Tang Family became the foremost family in Huaxia.
"He's Tang Wenyao's grandson?" Seated in his chair, Su Yi slowly took a sip of tea and gave Tang Jingchen a calm glance.
"Master!" Jiang Changfeng trembled all over and dropped to his knees at Su Yi's feet. Tang Wenyao's grandson had committed such an outrageous act of defiance. If Su Yi vented his anger on the others, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Others did not know how powerful Su Yi was, but Jiang Changfeng had seen the tip of the iceberg. Yet even what Su Yi had inadvertently revealed was already beyond anything people like them could face.
Tang Jingchen noticed Su Yi as well. Seeing Jiang Changfeng kneeling before him and addressing him as Master, he burst out laughing. "Jiang, quit playing tricks here."
"Master? Are you trying to tell me this brat is the person my grandfather talked about? He's back? Hahahaha! Ridiculous!"
"If he really were someone from fifty years ago, he'd have one foot in the grave by now. Putting on airs in front of me? He really doesn't know whether he's living or dying!"
Su Yi ignored Tang Jingchen and instead asked, "Does the Tang Family have any other descendants?"
Jiang Changfeng said, trembling with fear, "Tang Jiulin's son passed away ten years ago. Apart from Tang Jingchen, there's also a girl in the Tang Family."
Su Yi slowly rose to his feet. "As long as there are descendants left."
Jiang Changfeng immediately understood what Su Yi meant. Those words had sentenced Tang Jingchen to death.
"Fuck, what mystical nonsense are you babbling about?" Tang Jingchen had already grown impatient. Raising his eyebrows, he said, "Break that brat's legs first. Let him learn what attitude he should use when speaking to this young master!"
"Yes, Young Master Tang!"
Tang Jingchen's men were all desperate outlaws, each possessing exceptional skills. Wouldn't killing an old man with one foot in the grave and a greenhorn be child's play?
A burly man reached for Su Yi's neck with a vicious grin.
Su Yi kept his hands behind his back, showing no intention of even making a move.
Creak!
The hand stopped less than three centimeters from Su Yi's neck. Tang Jingchen's henchman stood utterly motionless, as though petrified.
Su Yi took a step forward. The man who had just been petrified suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and dispersed, leaving not so much as a single hair behind in an instant.
"You..." Tang Jingchen's pupils abruptly contracted, his eyes filled with horror as he stumbled back two steps in fright.
An uproar broke out among his men as well. They had not seen Su Yi make a move, yet the first man to attack him had not even left a corpse behind.
"A trick! It must be a trick! All of you, attack! Kill him!" Tang Jingchen panicked, but forced himself to give the order.
The men in black roared and lunged at Su Yi.
Su Yi's expression remained indifferent. He merely glanced at them, and all dozen-odd experts turned into black smoke and dissipated in the air.
"Who exactly are you? Are you... are you human?" Tang Jingchen drew a pistol and pointed its dark muzzle at Su Yi.
Su Yi looked at him expressionlessly. "For your grandfather's sake, I'll leave your corpse intact!"
Bang!
In his agitation, Tang Jingchen pulled the trigger, and sparks burst from the muzzle.
The bullet eerily passed through Tang Jingchen's forehead, and a spray of blood burst from the back of his head.
Outside the old residence, dozens of pairs of eyes watched the building.
Tang Jingchen had brought his men to force his way into Jiang Changfeng's residence. News of this spreading was no different from a magnitude-ten earthquake.
"Tang Jingchen attacked Mr. Jiang?"
"How outrageous! What is he trying to do?"
"Quick, report to the family head! Tang Jingchen fired a gun!"
The news that Tang Jingchen had shot Jiang Changfeng dead soon spread throughout the Divine Land.
Countless powerful figures were stunned, but each harbored their own thoughts as well.
"Is the Tang Family trying to rebel? From this day forward, our Lin Family and the Tang Family cannot coexist!" The leading figure in one city's business world flew into a rage upon hearing the news and had already ordered his subordinates to begin targeting the Tang Family.
"Jiang Changfeng really was killed by Tang Jingchen? Then the balance of power in this world may be about to change!"
The man who said this was also an underworld big shot. He savored his red wine, a strange smile appearing on his face.
At a mountain estate, five men over fifty had gathered. Between them, these five men held nearly thirty percent of Huaxia's wealth. They had all once been Su Yi's servants, and now each was a powerful figure in his own domain.
"Didn't they say Master had returned? I wonder, with Tang Jingchen firing that shot..." An old man wearing a Tang suit had a complicated expression, but did not dare voice the rest.
"Old Yu, what do you mean by that? Back then, we all said that if Master really returned, we would still be his servants."
"Heh, a servant for life, servants for generations? I don't have many years left to live, but what about my son and grandson? Why should I have to offer up everything I have just because Su Yi has returned?"
"Fifty years! Didn't we reach where we are today through our own efforts?"
"Let's wait a little longer. The news I received only said Tang Jingchen fired a gun. No one has seen Jiang Changfeng's corpse or his!"
Su Yi walked out of the residence step by step. Looking at the people peering in from outside, he noted that those behind them had not told them to stop Tang Jingchen. Did that not say something?
Give a measure of rice and earn gratitude; give a bushel and earn enmity. Su Yi understood that principle well enough.
"Little Jiang, tell them I'll be waiting for them on Wutong Street tomorrow." As Su Yi finished speaking, his figure gradually blurred. The next second, he had vanished from the doorway.
"How did he leave?"
"An immortal! He really is an immortal!"
"Quick, report to the family head! Suppress the news!"
The people sent by the various powerful figures were scared witless. Tang Jingchen never came out, and the final outcome spoke for itself.