As usual, Old Mrs. Jin was tending to her flowers and taking walks in the old residence.
The difference was that she now held the reins of the Golden Lion Group.
With power in her hands, her mood while watering flowers was exceptionally different.
Just then, her phone, placed beside her, rang.
Upon hearing the news of Jin Song's death, her eyes went black, and she fainted.
Jin Song was the future of the Golden Lion Group, and Old Mrs. Jin doted on her grandson immensely.
But she never expected him to die at the hands of Qin Hanchu.
By the time Old Mrs. Jin awoke, Jin Song's body had already been brought back.
Jin Shiming and Lin Shufen, mother and daughter, were also weeping uncontrollably.
"Mom, you're awake!" Jin Shiming said, his voice choked with sobs.
"What exactly happened? Why would Qin Hanchu kill my precious grandson!" Old Mrs. Jin said, tears streaming down her face, her teeth gnashing.
Jin Shiming shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
"No matter the reason, he shouldn't have killed Jin Song," Lin Shufen said angrily.
"Jin Hailu was right there, she must have instigated it!" Jin Qiaomei roared.
Old Mrs. Jin immediately picked up her phone and called Jin Hailu.
However, Jin Hailu had already blocked all contact information for everyone in the Jin family.
"Find out Jin Hailu's location, I want to see her!" Old Mrs. Jin said furiously.
"Mom, Qin Hanchu is with Jin Hailu, and we don't have any high-level experts to protect us, so we can't do anything to them," Jin Shiming said.
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Jin fell silent.
In the martial arts world of Island City, who could contend with Qin Hanchu?
Qin Hanchu was a ninth-grade martial artist; besides those within the system, who else could oppose him?
Unless they sought out the main Jin family branch and had them send experts.
With that thought, Old Mrs. Jin said, "First, properly arrange for Xiao Song's body. I will definitely make Qin Hanchu pay the price."
Jinling is an ancient city with thousands of years of history.
Hidden within this city were several ancient aristocratic families.
The Jin family was one of them.
Outside Jinling City, there was a scenic mountain peak.
One side of the mountain had been transformed into a tourist attraction, while the other side was a secluded villa district.
The people residing in the villa district were members of the main Jin family branch.
"Patriarch, how was the discussion regarding Qin Hanchu?" In the evening, the Jin family elder who had previously clashed with Qin Hanchu arrived at the room of the current Jin family patriarch.
"This matter will be handled by Jin Longxing," the Jin family patriarch said.
"Qin Hanchu's personality is extremely arrogant; Young Master Jin might not be able to control him," the elder stated.
The Jin family patriarch, with an air of confidence, replied, "Rest assured, I will send two Grandmasters to accompany him."
Upon hearing this, the elder said no more.
He was merely a ninth-grade martial artist, not holding a particularly high position within the clan.
That night, Qin Hanchu continued to temper the bodies of the three individuals.
After finishing these tasks, Qin Hanchu went straight to sleep.
The next morning, Qin Hanchu drove to the camp of the Pingluan Army.
"This is a restricted military zone; unauthorized personnel are prohibited from approaching." Four seventh-grade martial artists guarded the entrance. One of them stopped Qin Hanchu.
Qin Hanchu said, "I am the new instructor for the Blood War Army, here to take up my post today."
Hearing this, the four men wore looks of indignation.
"Do you know the penalty for impersonating a Blood War Army instructor?" The four were merely ordinary members of the Pingluan Army and had no access to information about the Blood War Army.
How could Qin Hanchu, so young, possibly be a Blood War Army instructor?
Seeing that the four did not believe him, Qin Hanchu stopped wasting words and directly called Xue Lang.
Qin Hanchu's actions caused the four to show surprise.
This demeanor didn't seem like he was lying.
But Qin Hanchu looked to be in his early twenties; how could he be a Blood War Army instructor?
Even instructors for the Pingluan Army had to be ninth-grade martial artists.
As an elite unit within the Pingluan Army, the Blood War Army's instructors had to possess even stronger abilities.
Logically, one would need at least peak ninth-grade strength to qualify.
The four stared coldly at Qin Hanchu. If no one came to receive him, they were determined to apprehend him.
Shortly after, a camouflage jeep drove over.
The door opened, and the person who emerged was Xue Lang's personal guard.
Although this individual was merely a guard, he possessed peak ninth-grade strength.
Seeing the newcomer, the four at the entrance quickly saluted.
"This is the newly appointed instructor of the Blood War Army. Do not obstruct him from now on." The guard first explained to the four, then politely welcomed Qin Hanchu inside.
The four guards watched the departing jeep with disbelief.
"To become a Blood War Army instructor at such a young age, that's incredibly impressive!"
"Impressive? He's probably the son of some big shot, here for a gilded experience."
"That's true. How could he possibly reach ninth-grade at such a young age!"
These men trained in the camp every day, living in semi-isolation from the outside world.
Therefore, they were completely unaware of anything related to Qin Hanchu.
The Blood War Army's camp was located in the most central area.
Upon arrival, Xue Lang's personal guard presented Qin Hanchu's identification, saying, "From here on, it depends on your own strength. The military is a place where strength reigns supreme."
Qin Hanchu took his identification and replied, "Understood."
The Blood War Army comprised a force of one hundred and eighty men.
Apart from possessing peak eighth-grade cultivation, each individual had undergone rigorous selection processes.
They were fiercely loyal, fearless in the face of death, and true warriors.
In the camp, one hundred and eighty men were undergoing strenuous training.
The current instructor was a middle-aged man in his fifties.
Qin Hanchu walked in wearing plain clothes, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.
The original instructor's gaze also fell upon Qin Hanchu.
Since Xue Lang intended for Qin Hanchu to be the instructor, he naturally consulted with the original instructor.
Therefore, the original instructor had some understanding of Qin Hanchu.
"Fall in!"
At the original instructor's command, one hundred and eighty men quickly formed an orderly square formation.
Qin Hanchu then walked to the side of the original instructor and said, "I am Qin Hanchu."
The original instructor nodded. "I know."
"Do I need to prove my strength?" Qin Hanchu asked.
"Of course," the original instructor said indifferently.
"Report!" Just then, a member of the Blood War Army stepped forward.
"Speak," the original instructor barked.
"Who is this immature brat? How can he enter the Blood War Army base so freely?" the Blood War Army soldier glared at Qin Hanchu and shouted.
"Allow me to introduce him. This is your new instructor."
"Perhaps I will be his deputy in the future."
The original instructor said with a smile.
"What? He's going to be our instructor? On what grounds?"
"If you want a gilded experience, go somewhere else. We in the Blood War Army do not welcome rich kids who are here for show."
"What was the Garrison Commander thinking? To send such a greenhorn to be our instructor!"
"Get out!"
In an instant, all the Blood War Army soldiers erupted in shouts directed at Qin Hanchu.
"The atmosphere is quite hostile. You need to be careful."
"If these lads gang up on me, I wouldn't be able to handle it either."
After saying this, the original instructor folded his arms and stepped aside.
This was clearly an attitude of watching the show unfold.