"Hahaha... How many years has it been? I almost forgot, it was with this kind of passion that I forged a new path in my youth."
"Little friend Lingyun has indeed enlightened us."
"We tried and failed, and we made mistakes, but we cannot continue to repeat them."
"The Zhao clan is a festering wound that Kyushu cannot heal. If we do not uproot it, we will never see the light of day."
Lingyun breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that he had reignited everyone's fighting spirit.
If these people were still hesitant, their chances of winning would be slim.
He naturally knew that their hands might not be entirely clean, but they were still better off compared to the Zhao clan.
Lone Wolf didn't care about such matters; he only wanted revenge for the humiliation Zhao Yunhai had inflicted on him previously.
...
Three days passed quietly, a calm before the storm.
With the help of his lawyer, Liu Tan successfully extricated himself from the danger of being detained. Upon his release, Liu Tan immediately reported to Young Master Zhao.
Zhao Yunhai's only instruction to Liu Tan was to gather all his subordinates and head to the Heavenly Palace headquarters to protect the employees.
Liu Tan accepted the order, vowing to ensure the safety of everyone at the Heavenly Palace Group.
Liu Tan seemed to sense it too; the storm was brewing.
Meanwhile, Wang Fan had not made any move to leave in the past few days, behaving very docilely.
After waking up in the morning, he cast another divination and realized that staying by Zhao Yunhai's side was the safest course of action.
Indeed, it was like this again; the divination today was even clearer.
Three days prior, he had secretly cast a divination for himself, and it indicated that he would die if he left Zhao Yunhai's side.
With his divination skills, Wang Fan placed absolute trust in the omens.
As long as he possessed the ability to divine, he could seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, staying away from danger.
"Danger is about to arrive. There isn't a soul on the street, just as the divination predicted."
Wang Fan was currently staying at a hotel with Zhao Yunhai, in a separate room. Waking up early and pulling back the curtains, he found the street completely deserted.
This was a bustling district, and the absence of people was utterly inexplicable.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis washed over him, making his scalp tingle. Reacting swiftly, he immediately dropped to the ground.
With a loud crash, the vase in his room was shattered.
"Damn it, it's a sniper."
Wang Fan saw the bullet mark on the wall and quickly pulled the curtains shut, crawling towards the door.
"Young Master Yun, open the door quickly! There's a sniper!"
Crawling out of his room, Wang Fan hurried to knock on Zhao Yunhai's door. At this critical moment, he could only cling to the strong.
With a click, the door opened.
The young monk Wu Chen peeked his head out from the room and smiled at Wang Fan, "Benefactor Wang, you're awake."
"Come in, come in."
Wang Fan felt that people could appear in the corridor at any moment. Seeing the door open, he quickly went inside and shut it.
To his surprise, Wang Fan saw that the living room was filled with people, both sitting and standing.
"It seems you've already been attacked," Zhao Yunhai beckoned Wang Fan over. "Come and sit. Those people are preparing for the final battle."
The attack had been within his expectations; when the other side would act was also within his control.
If they intended to commit all their forces to this battle, then he would show them what despair truly meant.
"Why are you all here and you didn't call me? I was almost shot dead by a sniper just now."
Speaking of this, Wang Fan couldn't help but complain.
"Aren't you a master of divination? You couldn't foresee this?"
Zhao Lesheng, still remembering the matter of his newly discovered younger sister, laughed gloatingly.
"You----"
Wang Fan, enraged, pointed at him, momentarily at a loss for a retort, as what was said seemed to hold a lot of truth.
"What about me?"
Zhao Lesheng was also feeling extremely annoyed.
"Stop arguing," Zhao Yunhai's calm gaze swept over the two, and they instantly fell silent.
"Si Jinyan," Zhao Yunhai called out.
"Here," Si Jinyan, fully armed with a weapon, had a skull mask covering his face beneath his bulletproof helmet.
His team members behind him were all present, standing silently behind their leader in full combat gear, awaiting Young Master Yun's orders.
"Fight without restraint. Since they've turned this place into a no-man's-land, let them witness the terror of Si Jinyan."
Zhao Yunhai did not instruct Si Jinyan on how to proceed; he only demanded the result. How it was achieved was Si Jinyan's responsibility.
"Understood."
Si Jinyan stood tall and proud, shouting with confidence.
"Attention, all personnel."
Si Jinyan turned to his team, gripping his firearm at both ends. The eyes visible beneath his mask glinted coldly.
"Here," the team members shouted in unison.
"Leave no survivors. Remember, this is a no-man's-land."
Si Jinyan directly disengaged the safety, and the sound of a bullet being chambered echoed.
"Understood," the team members shouted with confidence in their eyes.
Instantly, the sound of bullets being chambered made even Wang Fan's blood boil.
Si Jinyan led his entire team out of the room. This hotel was now empty of all other occupants except them.
In a corner of a room, Si Jinyan lifted a corner of the curtain.
"Bang!"
A single shot killed a sniper hidden at a height of three hundred meters.
After the kill, Si Jinyan continued to issue commands to his team members, directing their movements according to his instructions, while he began to reposition himself.
Qianzhou's southern city was indeed under their control; they had turned it into a no-man's-land overnight.
Si Jinyan had originally planned to set up defenses earlier, but Young Master Yun had not permitted it.
The reason was simple: if they had deployed earlier, the enemy would have suspected an internal mole.
Especially with Lingyun and Lone Wolf, two protagonists, among them, if the enemy knew there was a mole, they might have abandoned this operation.
Zhao Yunhai was not protecting a mole, but rather ensuring that this operation proceeded more smoothly.
Everything was still within Zhao Yunhai's control.
Although Qianzhou was under their control, the legitimate forces were loyal to Kyushu and Yanjing, not them.
However, having controlled Qianzhou for so many years, their private forces combined numbered nearly a thousand.
There were martial artists, mercenaries secretly acquired from abroad, and more.
Nearly a thousand armed personnel had carried out countless unspeakable deeds for them in secret.
But even the most perfect plan, once betrayed, would become riddled with flaws.
"What?"
"What kind of job were you doing?"
Lingyun, who was just about to make his move, suddenly received a call from Gu Xiaolai, delivering devastating news that instantly plummeted Lingyun's mood to rock bottom.
These nearly a thousand armed men had been annihilated without exception, all dying on the spot from poisoning.
Before they could even make a move, they were all gone.
The only ones remaining were the twenty snipers still ambushing the surroundings.
He even suspected these incompetent teammates were setting him up.