The Battle Begins

Yang Jian's sudden appearance caught everyone in the conference hall off guard.

They were just discussing whether to eliminate this uncertain factor in Dachang City, and no sooner had they made a decision than someone else came knocking on their door.

Was this a coincidence, or intentional?

"I have no objection to you wanting to deal with me; after all, everyone has a few enemies when they're out in the world. But I really want to ask why. I don't think I've offended any of you here, have I?"

Yang Jian sat at the conference table, facing five or six pistols pointed at him, but his face did not show any fear.

He was calm, so calm that he seemed to disregard everyone present.

"Wang Xiaoqiang, you're the club's president, can you explain this to me? This whole charade, this sudden fight, I'm afraid your men will die without even knowing why, which would be a real shame."

Wang Xiaoqiang said with a stern face, "You and Xiaoqiang Club have no grudge, but your appearance is blocking the way for some people. The situation in Dachang City must be in the hands of certain people, not in the hands of a poor student with no background. You may not realize your importance yet, but you are indeed a potential threat."

"Once you pass the assessment and become the person in charge, you will take over the security of Dachang City. With your succession, there will be huge changes in the interest groups in Dachang City, which is something many people are unwilling to see, after all, your uncontrollable factors are too great."

Is this reason sufficient?

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "A power struggle? That certainly fits the thinking of you adults. You'll do anything for profit. What are a few lives? So, you killed Yan Li's family of four?"

"Yan Li's death has nothing to do with the club. I'm a man of principle, and I would never lay a hand on a club member. Wasn't he killed by a resurrected vengeful ghost?" Wang Xiaoqiang said, looking at him.

"Died from a resurrected vengeful ghost?"

Yang Jian sneered, "I said his entire family of four is dead. Are you pretending not to hear me? Would a vengeful ghost resurrect and then resurrect his family? Just now, I Yan Li's house, and the bodies of his wife and two children were still hanging from the chandelier, rotting for several days."

"Tell me, who did this?"

"I'm not aware of this matter, and it has nothing to do with you. You should worry more about yourself. The club isn't a place you can come and go as you please. I'm not afraid to tell you, in the meeting just now, our Xiaoqiang Club decided to eliminate you as a negative factor in relation to the losses caused by the Huanggang Village incident."

"Because of you, four Ghost Tamer were lost, causing huge losses to the club and affecting the interests of many people. Don't you want to give us an explanation for this?" Wang Xiaoqiang said with a stern face.

The number of Ghost Tamer was already small.

The trip to Huanggang Village resulted in the loss of four Xiaoqiang Club. In addition, with Zhang Han's departure and Yan Li's death, this amounts to an indirect loss of six people.

This debt can only be placed on Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoqiang needed his death to keep the club running, and of course, there were other reasons as well; this was just one of them.

"An explanation? Since your club wants an explanation, fine, then I'll give you one."

Yang Jian picked up a roll of tape from the table next to him and tossed it to Wang Xiaoqiang.

Here's the tape you wanted.

"You fucking asking for death! You still dare to be so arrogant here? Why bother with someone like Mr. Wang? If you don't make a move, I'm going to."

The bald, burly man Lei Hu, said with a hint of anger, "Ghost Tamer? Five or six guns pointed at him, even gods would kneel. Does he really think he's invincible just because he has some ability?"

"If you can't kill this guy, can't you kill him too?"

Yang Jian glanced at them; "Don't your people have any brains? Do ordinary people think they can get involved in the affairs of Ghost Tamer? Do they want to die too soon, or do they think their lives lack excitement?"

"Yang Jian, you are very clever. You have been hiding your abilities from beginning to end. Even when Zhao Kaiming pulled up your Ghost Tamer file, he only got some trivial information about your family background. The only thing he knew about the ghost you control was the words 'Ghost Eye'. That's why your file has the title 'Ghost Eye Ghost Tamer'."

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "After you left Huanggang Village, you should have met my brother. Although I don't know what kind of deal you made with him, you probably haven't had time to control the second ghost yet. It hasn't been long since the vengeful ghost revived."

"So, an ordinary person could also deal with you."

"Then what are we waiting for? Come on, today either you kill me here, or I kill you." Yang Jian sat down at the conference table, propping his head up as he looked at Wang Xiaoqiang.

He didn't care about the others.

They're either Ghost Tamer or cannon fodder.

"You're very confident, Yang Jian. What did you get from my brother?"

Wang Xiaoqiang wasn't afraid of Yang Jian, but rather his brother.

Yang Jian, "Maybe you won't get anything. What? Are you scared? But don't worry, although I have some connections with that Bruce Pi, I won't hold back when it's time to kill you. You can rest assured."

Wang Xiaoqiang narrowed his eyes, said nothing more, but gestured to Lei Hu and the others.

Although these people are not Ghost Tamer, they all possess strong professional skills. Even ordinary Ghost Tamer would find them extremely troublesome, and they cannot completely ignore the harm caused by ordinary people.

Unless, Yang Jian has mastered a ghost that is an unsolvable entity.

But the possibility is so low as to be almost nonexistent.

"Let's do it!"

Lei Hu glanced at the others, immediately chambered a bullet, and drew his special golden weapon from his waist.

"Wait, wait, your fight has nothing to do with us. Can you let us leave first before you fight?" a man in a suit, who looked like a CEO of a company, said in a somewhat panicked manner.

They were merely shareholders, funding the club's operations, yet they had no intention of getting involved in this life-or-death struggle.

"What are you thinking? You're an adult, can't you stop being so naive?"

Yang Jian calmly said, "To cut the weeds, you must pull out the roots. Didn't these people just raise their hands in agreement? Since they raised their hands, they should naturally bear the corresponding consequences. A life for a life is a matter of course."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out.

The bullet struck Yang Jian squarely between the eyebrows, leaving a hole.

But no blood flowed out.

"You haven't finished speaking yet, and you really know how to pick your timing for making a move." Yang Jian slowly turned his head, staring at the person who had fired the sniper shot.

The shadow behind him quickly slid down the ground and disappeared beneath his feet, then swiftly merged into his body.

The person's body trembled slightly, but then they felt nothing unusual, only a sudden chill.

"Attack together! He's Ghost Tamer, his abilities are unknown. Watch his eyes!" Lei Hu roared, firing repeatedly at Yang Jian.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out, deafeningly loud.

The specially made bullets are enough to kill most ordinary Ghost Tamer, except for Ghost Tamer like Ye Jun Yan Li, whose bodies are already dead.

"Let's take this opportunity to see what Yang Jian's abilities are." Wang Xiaoqiang stood aside, not intending to make a move.

Rushing in without understanding Yang Jian's abilities would be a very reckless thing to do.

The gunfire came fiercely and went quickly.

Soon the air was filled with the smell of burning fire. Several bosses were so frightened that they hid in the back, not daring to approach, for fear of being accidentally injured. After all, these were real guns and ammunition, and people could die if they were not careful.

However, the next moment...

Lei Hu and the others' eyes narrowed in shock.

Yang Jian was still sitting in the same spot, not having moved an inch. Apart from a few bullet holes in his body, he looked at them as if nothing had happened.

"You've run out of bullets? You're really willing to spend 100,000 yuan a bullet. Each person must be losing at least a million yuan."

"Impossible! How could you be completely unharmed?" someone shouted in shock.

The bullet holes on Yang Jian's body gradually disappeared, just like bullet holes in a shooting game. After a while, the system automatically refreshed, and all traces were quickly erased.

He returned to his previous state.

"It's difficult for me to explain to you with your limited understanding, so it's better not to explain at all, since you're all going to die anyway."

Yang Jian, who was seated, raised his hand and pointed a pistol at one of the men. "Killing you by other means would make me too cruel. Since you're willing to spend the money, I can't be stingy either."

"I can afford a bullet that costs 100,000 yuan."

"Not good."

The man with the gun pointed at him changed his expression drastically and quickly made the most standard and fastest evasive maneuver.

With this kind of movement, unless the shooter is a seasoned veteran who frequently handles guns, a single shot will at most hit his body, but will definitely not hit a vital organ.

"Bang!"

However, the moment the gunshot rang out, the professional immediately collapsed to the ground with a thud, his forehead split open, and blood spurted everywhere.

To everyone else, the so-called evasive maneuver looked like a toad hopping around before it died.

Like water off a duck's back.

I even found it a little ridiculous and wanted to laugh.

But under these circumstances, no one could laugh.

"Next."

Yang Jian remained seated, his gun now pointed at the second person.

"Damn it."

Upon witnessing what had just happened, the man broke out in a cold sweat and, in a panic, immediately hid under the conference table.

Specialized bullets lack penetrating power; they can hit people, but once blocked by objects, their lethality is greatly reduced, not as good as the penetrating power of ordinary bullets.

After all, this thing wasn't developed to kill people.

But just as he was thinking that, a gunshot rang out.

The man collapsed to the ground with a thud, a hole exploding in the back of his head, blood spurting out and splattering onto the faces of several nearby executives, who turned pale and trembled with fear.

The situation seems quite dire.