Ouyang Liqun only took out his mobile phone and dialed Huang Zhiming's number after Ouyang Liqun had left the lake pavilion. "What is it?"
At this time, Huang Zhiming, who was in Miyun, quickly said, "Young Master Qun, Belt called me an hour ago and said Tang Zeichiro was killed by Wan Yunting!"
"Oh, so Tang Zeichiro couldn't kill him."
Ouyang Liqun's expression was calm, but his gaze showed a hint of surprise. He smiled and said, "It seems your preparations were not enough."
"Young Master Qun, it was our carelessness."
Huang Zhiming lowered his voice and said, "Belt said to have Wan Yunting find him before noon. Now Belt is gathering people and waiting for Wan Yunting at the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard. As long as he goes there before noon tomorrow, he will never return!"
"Okay, tell Belt to gather more people. I'll handle the police."
Ouyang Liqun said, then his gaze turned sinister. "Remember, I don't want to hear any news of Wan Yunting returning to the country alive!"
"Understood."
Huang Zhiming nodded, hung up the phone, and then called Belt to ask about his preparations for gathering people…
As Ouyang Liqun walked towards the entrance of the family mansion, he saw the butler and a servant leading an old man in a simple black Daoist robe. Beside him was a man in a blue cloth Daoist robe, about thirty years old, who seemed to be the old Daoist's disciple.
"Are you Old Daoist Master Zhang?"
Ouyang Liqun stopped, facing the old and young Daoists coming towards him, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly as he asked tentatively.
The old Daoist, not very tall, with half-white hair tied in a Daoist bun, had a ruddy complexion and was energetic. Upon seeing Ouyang Liqun, he slightly bowed and smiled, "So it's Young Master Qun. It is indeed this old Daoist, Zhang Yansong!"
"I met Old Daoist Master Zhang once when I returned last year."
Ouyang Liqun immediately bowed slightly and smiled politely at the old Daoist, "Are you here to see my grandfather?"
"Yes, I've brought medicine for your grandfather."
The old Daoist from the Wudang Sect, named Zhang Yansong, was holding a rosewood box and nodded with a smile.
Ouyang Liqun also knew that his grandfather had fallen ill suddenly some years ago. Later, he sought medical help from all over the world and finally invited Old Daoist Master Zhang from Wudang Mountain. He heard that this person's medical skills were extraordinary, especially his elixirs that could bring people back from the dead.
Ouyang Shenhe had also taken Old Daoist Master Zhang's pills, and his condition gradually improved. In the past two years, he had fully recovered and his health had become increasingly robust. He had even become fascinated with Daoist practices and occasionally stayed at Wudang Mountain for some time.
Therefore, in the past two years, family affairs had been mainly managed by his eldest son, Ouyang Zhixin, and Ouyang Liqun's father, Ouyang Weizhi.
The fact that Ouyang Shenhe suddenly wanted to retire and give up the position of family head was actually due to this relationship. The old man seemed to want to go to Wudang Mountain to cultivate Daoism, because at his age, he had finally begun to value extending his lifespan.
After all, Ouyang Shenhe had seen several elderly cultivators on Wudang Mountain who were over a hundred years old but still full of vitality, like immortals. This had made him determined to go to Wudang Mountain to cultivate and seek the Dao, hoping to live longer.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Old Daoist Master Zhang," Ouyang Liqun said with a slight smile.
Zhang Yansong smiled and nodded, then said nothing more, letting the butler continue to lead the way. The Daoist beside him also gave Ouyang Liqun a slight bow and followed his master.
Ouyang Liqun watched them enter the courtyard, then smiled before turning and walking out of the gate, getting into a car and leaving…
At this time, in the United States, Wan Yunting sat in the car with his eyes closed, resting. Lucy and the bodyguards beside him dared not make a sound. The convoy had already entered New Jersey and was heading towards the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard…
At this time, it was already twelve o'clock at night in the United States. New Jersey was far from downtown New York. Although there were many small towns nearby, the United States was vast and sparsely populated, with most people concentrated in urban areas. Therefore, in these suburbs, it was rare to see people.
Unlike our country, which has a large population, the suburbs of the United States were exceptionally quiet, and there were very few vehicles on the road. The Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard was Belt's territory!
Initially, Belt was just a nobody in the automotive industry. He loved to modify sports cars and was famous in this field. This Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard was where Belt first started. Here, it was a graveyard for cars. Countless scrapped vehicles were sent here, and Belt's team was responsible for dismantling useful parts from the cars, then repairing and modifying them to create new sports cars.
These modified sports cars were very popular in the market. After all, car culture in the United States had been more prevalent than in our country for many years. Here, almost everyone owned a car for transportation.
However, as a Mexican, Belt naturally dealt in drugs in private. Later, the Qunlong Drug Trafficking Group rose to power, was subdued by Ouyang Liqun, and then became the largest drug lord in the area, expanding its influence and suppressing other established drug lords, eventually controlling half of the U.S. drug market.
Belt also became the agent of the Qunlong Group. Others believed that he was the boss of the Qunlong Drug Trafficking Group, but they did not know that the real boss behind him was the young Chinese man, Ouyang Liqun!
"Don't worry, I'm gathering people. As soon as that kid shows up, I'll kill him myself."
Belt, while on the phone with Huang Zhiming, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at Jiang Wenhao, who was hanging from a metal frame in front of him, and said with a wicked smile.
"Remember, if you don't complete this mission, Young Master Qun will be very angry. You know the consequences." Huang Zhiming said with a serious tone.
Belt's face instantly changed, and he quickly sat up straight from his crossed legs. He remembered the seemingly amiable big boss, Ouyang Liqun, and the terrifying methods he employed, which still left a deep impression on Belt. He said with a solemn tone, "Please rest assured, boss. I will complete the mission."
After that, Huang Zhiming hung up the phone, and Belt immediately waved for a subordinate to come over. He asked, "How many people are coming?"
"Boss, Gurdien and Rehm have arrived, each with three hundred men. Felton and Allen are also gathering people, and they should arrive around 5 o'clock."
This subordinate, named Jody Ge, was a capable subordinate by Belt's side. He was tall and muscular, a former underground boxing champion, a super tough guy who could kill a bull with one punch.
"Tell them to bring their weapons and be here by 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, understand?" Belt instructed him sternly.
"Yes."
Jody Ge nodded, made a few calls on his phone, and then returned to Belt, saying, "But boss, he's just a yellow-skinned monkey. If he really dares to come, I can kill him with one punch!"
Belt looked at Jody Ge's contemptuous expression and asked, "Can you kill Tang Zeichiro with one punch?"
Jody Ge's expression froze, and he shrugged, "If he doesn't use a knife, I can beat him."
"Knives, isn't using a gun more satisfying?"
Belt stood up and walked to a table piled with various firearms. He picked up a US military HK416 assault rifle and said, "As long as that Chinese yellow-skinned monkey dares to show up, we'll each have a gun, and see how he can dodge!"
Jody Ge nodded with a smile, knowing that Wan Yunting had entered alone in Brooklyn last night, and even with submachine guns, Nick and the others couldn't defeat him. Naturally, he knew that the Chinese yellow-skinned monkey was brave and skilled.
But Belt and the others were overconfident now. They were absolutely confident that as long as that yellow-skinned monkey dared to appear at noon tomorrow, they could turn him into meat paste…
However, Belt and the others had underestimated the situation completely, not expecting that Wan Yunting would take the opportunity tonight to launch a sneak attack on them alone!
"Mr. Wan, we've arrived!"
At this time, about ten kilometers away from the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard, on a road, Lucy had driven the car to hide behind a small hill. Wan Yunting immediately opened his eyes. Lucy handed him a mobile phone, "Mr. Wan, this is the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard, and I've also used General Manager Jiang's phone to pinpoint the location of the phone. It's inside!"
Previously, when Belt captured Jiang Wenhao, he had turned off his phone. However, he had just turned it on to call Wan Yunting, so Lucy and the others had immediately locked onto Jiang Wenhao's phone location.
This was because they all had tracking systems installed on their phones!
"Okay, give it to me."
Wan Yunting took the phone and put it in his pocket, then got out of the car. Lucy also handed him a black leather jacket to wear. At the same time, the bodyguards got out of the car and opened the trunk. Inside, an assault rifle, a submachine gun, and several handguns of different models were neatly arranged. Wan Yunting glanced at them, chose two handguns, and tucked them into the back of his waist. Then he asked Lucy, "Did you buy the silver needles I asked for?"
"Here they are."
Lucy picked up a box and opened it. Inside were three sets of silver needles, which Wan Yunting had asked her to buy on the way when he called her earlier. Although these handguns were useful, they were not as useful as these silver needles. They could kill people silently, making them the best weapons for sneak attacks and assassinations.
"Come, help me put all these silver needles into my shirt."
Wan Yunting immediately took off his shirt and asked Lucy and a few bodyguards to insert these silver needles one by one into the shirt, making it easier for him to use them to kill people…
He simply ate something to replenish his water. The battle in Brooklyn earlier had consumed a lot of his energy, but he had rested for over an hour on the way, and his strength had recovered. He stood on the small hill, looking at the location of the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard with the tracking phone.
To avoid being discovered, Wan Yunting and the others had deliberately stopped ten kilometers away from the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard. He planned to infiltrate alone for a sneak attack!
"Mr. Wan, are you really going alone?"
Lucy and the bodyguards had densely packed more than three hundred silver needles into his shirt. Wan Yunting then put it on. He was also wearing a tight t-shirt and a bulletproof vest underneath. After putting on the shirt filled with silver needles, he put on a black leather jacket. He smiled at Lucy and said, "Yes, having too many people will hinder my actions. You guys wait here for my news."
"Okay, Mr. Wan. We'll come in to support you then."
Lucy nodded, and she and more than a dozen bodyguards watched Wan Yunting jog towards the Feimeng Auto Salvage Yard…