“But I have a question, do you know if the Zhao family is strong in Kyushu now?”
Qian Mian Gui asked with feigned curiosity.
Ji Changlong didn't insist on him calling him father. He put his arm around his shoulder and said, “Don't worry, your father naturally knows.”
“They are only stronger, not weaker, than before. But my Ji family strives for self-improvement, and there is hope for everything.”
Ji Changlong said confidently, “You must know that this is no longer an era where numbers, or strong warriors alone can determine everything.”
“Everything is about money, about updating weapons. Only with powerful armed forces, what fear is there of the mere Zhao family?”
“And this is the United States of America, the strongest nation in the world today. My Ji family is not here for nothing.”
Ji Changlong did not hide anything from his biological son and told the truth, “Although my Ji family is stronger than before, the Zhao family is likely not weak either.”
“So this will be a tough fight, a tough fight for my Ji family to completely turn the tables and return to Kyushu.”
“It seems I won’t be able to enjoy myself when I return to the Ji family.”
Qian Mian Gui pretended to smile bitterly, secretly mocking the Ji family’s wishful thinking.
“Home is always better than being outside. When it comes to enjoyment, you will naturally not be shortchanged.”
The more Ji Changlong looked at his son, the more satisfied he became, his confidence in confronting the Zhao family growing.
Qian Mian Gui said lightly, “I’m not used to enjoying things. I’m accustomed to a simple way of living when I’m out on my own.”
“You’ve suffered, my child.” Ji Changlong suddenly sighed in silence.
“What about my mother?”
Qian Mian Gui seemed to truly see himself as Ji Wuyi, his eyes fixed on Ji Changlong, showing a yearning for maternal love.
Ji Changlong gave a somewhat inexpressible bitter smile and forced himself to say, “She died, killed by the Zhao family back then.”
“Your brother and sister also died at the hands of the Zhao family.”
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to pay your respects to them. Tomorrow, we will hold your ceremony of ancestral recognition.”
Ji Changlong led Ji Wuyi away from the port.
…
“Reporting to Young Master Yun, Qian Mian Gui has successfully infiltrated the Ji family and has successfully undergone the ancestral recognition ceremony.”
“As predicted by Young Master Yun, someone who was dissatisfied with Ji Wuyi stepped forward, but Qian Mian Gui noticed someone named Ji Wuhua.”
Ah Da, after receiving the message from Qian Mian Gui, quickly reported to Young Master Yun.
Zhao Yunhai sat on the sofa, leisurely eating watermelon. Outside, a heavy rainstorm raged, with lightning and thunder.
“How is Ji Wuhua?” Zhao Yunhai offered Ah Da a piece of watermelon.
Ah Da thanked him with both hands and quickly said, “Although Ji Wuhua appeared to be the calmest person at the scene, he was also the most agitated.”
“According to Qian Mian Gui’s understanding, Ji Wuhua was originally the heir to the Ji family if nothing unexpected had happened.”
“But because of Ji Wuyi’s appearance, all of Ji Wuhua’s efforts became a joke. He is the one who is truly unwilling.”
Zhao Yunhai threw the watermelon rind into the trash can, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and said lightly.
“Very good. Let Qian Mian Gui perform even better, constantly challenging Ji Wuhua’s perception.”
“Then let our people approach Ji Wuhua.”
“At the same time, send a message to Father and have him give me the family's pawns planted in the United States.”
The Zhao family also had clan members abroad, and naturally, they had many forces acting as pawns.
The Zhao family had many pawns in the United States and paid great attention to the quality of these pawns.
“As you command.” Ah Da quickly replied.
…
Yanjing.
At the Zhao family estate, Zhao Hongwen laughed heartily upon seeing the message from Ah Da during a clan meeting.
“Hahaha… Ji Changlong, the old fool is indeed old.”
The clan elders, all dignified and venerable, sat around. They exchanged glances.
What happened to Ji Changlong that made the Patriarch laugh so heartily?
“Patriarch, has Xiao Hai made any new progress?”
“I still think it’s a bit presumptuous for Xiao Hai to deal with old man Ji Changlong alone.”
“Although Xiao Hai is capable, Ji Changlong is the Patriarch of the Ji family, and he’s not easy to deal with.”
“You can see for yourselves.”
Zhao Hongwen restrained some of his laughter and swiped on his phone, projecting the screen onto the large screen behind them.
A venerable clan elder chuckled.
“Qian Mian Gui is indeed a talent. I was in charge of capturing him back then, and only I can truly understand how difficult he was to deal with.”
Another elder, smoking an old-fashioned pipe, continued.
“But it was Xiao Hai who captured Lone Wolf, Ji Wuyi, and disguised himself as him. Even that Ji Changlong wouldn't be able to see through Qian Mian Gui’s disguise techniques.”
“Since Xiao Hai wants the hidden assets in the United States, let him have them all. The Ji family must be completely annihilated to be truly at ease.”
“For so many years, the Ji family has been hiding abroad, and I’ve always kept it in mind. The Ji family has been a rival to our Zhao family for a thousand years, and we cannot let them continue to hide.”
“One day, the Ji family's foundation will allow them to regain their glory.”
“But before that, the Ji family must be annihilated.”
The elder smoking the pipe suddenly spoke with extreme ruthlessness and killing intent.
Those who reached their positions had all stained their hands with the blood of enemies.
Everyone present had participated in the annihilation of the Ji family back then.
Seeing his son's excellence, Zhao Hongwen felt proud in front of these elders.
“I intend to entrust the entire matter of the Ji family to my son. What are your thoughts?”
“Agreed.”
“Approved.”
“I recognize Xiao Hai’s abilities, and I agree.”
Everyone present knew that the Patriarch was merely asking for their opinion as a formality, but they didn’t mind. They all recognized Xiao Hai’s capabilities.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yunhai’s mother, Qin Siwan, upon learning that her precious son was going to deal with the Ji family, called the Anshui Security Group and ordered them to fully support her son.
…
A week passed.
In the United States, at the hidden location of the Ji family, Ji Wuhua finally erupted.
“Ji Wuyi” was suppressing him in every aspect, so Ji Wuhua could no longer tolerate it and finally revealed his true colors.
Ji Changlong expressed his understanding of Ji Wuhua’s outburst. He publicly confined Ji Wuhua for one day, allowing him to calm down.
Moreover, given that the Grand Elder’s family had several peak experts, Ji Changlong couldn’t afford to be too harsh.
After a day of confinement, Ji Ning came to Ji Wuhua and brought him news that could turn the tables.
“Aren’t you going to fawn over Ji Wuyi?”
Seeing Ji Ning come to him, Ji Wuhua mocked himself with dejection.
“Ji Wuyi” had repeatedly challenged Ji Wuhua, and many Ji family members’ attitudes had changed, causing Ji Wuhua to lose the support of many clan members.
“Wuhua, we haven't lost yet. I've found someone who can help us.”
Ji Ning would not defect to Ji Wuyi, as he had also offended Ji Wuyi. His only thought was to get rid of Ji Wuyi, so how could he defect to him?
“Who?” Ji Wuhua’s spirits lifted upon hearing this, and his dejection vanished.
“Someone from the Anshui Security Group.” Ji Ning said to Ji Wuhua in a deep voice.
“Why?” Ji Wuhua was somewhat confused.
“Because Ji Wuyi killed some of their people. Before, they couldn’t intervene because they were in Kyushu, but that’s not the case now.”
Ji Ning gave Ji Wuhua a sinister smile.