Lanfo's words were like a blade stabbing straight into Yun Long's heart. He understood clearly now—God had come with far more than just these three men. Even the number of guards outside had been counted precisely. This meant that the Yun family had already been completely exposed; nothing about them was a secret anymore.
The burly man stepped forward again, holding the latest Type-86 pistol. Fifteen rounds. With a sharp click, the magazine was locked into the gun. He let out a strange laugh and said, "Lanfo, you talk too much. The boss said it clearly—wipe out the Yun family and retrieve that shipment. That's enough. Don't waste time."
No one present—neither the Yun family members nor Old Peng and his daughter—doubted those words. As they watched the black muzzle slowly being fitted with a silencer, they felt death descending upon them. Even Yun Ying was on the verge of collapse. His wife buried her head in his chest, her body trembling uncontrollably. Not everyone could face death with courage.
Nothing had begun yet, but the ending was already decided. This was something neither Yun Long nor Old Peng had anticipated.
"No—no! My father can give you money! That shipment—whatever it's worth, we can pay three times, four times—" Yun Ying cried as the burly man approached. The aura of death enveloped her family. After the initial terror, she forced herself into an eerie calm.
Lanfo stepped forward, wearing a gentle smile.
"God cannot be offended. Simply destroying Yun Tian is already an act of mercy. Otherwise, the eight hundred members of your Yun Tian Alliance would all be wiped out—every last one. Believe me, we don't lack money. This is about authority. God is the god of the underworld."
So that was it.
Only at this moment did Old Peng and Yun Long truly understand. The loss of that shipment was not the most important thing. What mattered was God's pride. And that pride would be paid for with the blood of the Yun family. Or rather, the Yun family had damaged God's reputation, and thus became the perfect example—killing the chicken to warn the monkeys.
Old Peng knew very well that no amount of compensation could restore God's dignity. Only slaughter could shock the world. The underworld had always been a realm where the strong ruled. No one understood this better than he did.
After finishing his words, Lanfo sighed faintly and said, "This is really too lacking in challenge. Get it done. Be clean about it—don't let them suffer too much."
Given the skills of these three men, everyone knew that resistance was utterly meaningless.
Begging was even more impossible. These were not merciful saints—why would they show compassion? As the guns were raised once more, even Yun Ying clenched the corner of her clothes tightly. Her pale little hands had lost all color. At school, many people feared her simply because her family controlled the Yun Tian Alliance, the top power in the capital's underworld. But at this moment, for the first time in her life, she truly understood what fear was.
"W-wait… wait. I have something to say." Old Peng was drenched in cold sweat as he hurriedly spoke. At this critical moment, he suddenly remembered what Guan Xing had once said—if he ever ran into trouble, Guan Xing would help him once. And now, this wasn't just trouble. His life was about to be gone.
"Old man, even if you offered me your pretty daughter as a bedmate, my bullet would still blow your brains out," the burly man said savagely. Murderous excitement filled his eyes as the gun pressed tightly against Old Peng's head. His blood was boiling with violence.
Sweat poured even more heavily from Old Peng. He didn't dare waste a second and quickly said, "I—I'm friends with Doctor Guan Xing. He should be your friend—"
"Hm. Don't know him." The gun shoved forward, the finger tightening on the trigger. The burly man only wanted to finish the job and leave.
But Lanfo suddenly turned around and shouted, "Stop."
"What's your relationship with him?" he asked.
"I'm his patient. At Paradise—"
Lanfo interrupted him again, a playful smile appearing in his eyes. "You're in contact with him?"
"Yes—yes—"
"You have thirty minutes. I want to see him," Lanfo said, tilting his head slightly. The burly man, confused, lowered the gun a little.
"Lanfo, what the hell are you doing? Once the job's done, we're leaving. What—haven't you killed anyone in too long? Hands getting rusty? Why don't you all go out—let me handle this place myself," the burly man said disdainfully.
"Shut up. If you don't want the teacher to blow your head off, stop talking nonsense," Lanfo snapped. He stepped closer and smiled at Old Peng. "You've got twenty-nine minutes left."
Guan Xing did not go home.
He stayed at King's Bar, lingering downstairs where Hua Ruobing lived. Every place he could search had been searched. Everyone he could ask had been asked. There was still no trace of Hua Ruobing. It was already past one in the morning, and she still hadn't returned.
The thought that Hua Ruobing might really have found another man, might have given away her chastity so easily, filled Guan Xing with unbearable pain—like something chewing through his heart and lungs. Even when Sun Yiran called, he had no mood to deal with it. He only said he had something to do tonight and wouldn't be going back, then hung up.
The phone rang again.
An unfamiliar number.
Could it be news about Ruobing?
Guan Xing knew that Qin Yunlu and Cheng Yunya hadn't gone home either—they were spending the night at the Feiyang office, waiting for news from him.
"Hello—"
"Doctor Guan, please come to the Yun residence immediately. God's friends have arrived. Perhaps by tomorrow, we'll never see each other again. Please, you must come. I only have thirty minutes."
It was Old Peng.
Though nothing was explained directly, Guan Xing already understood. God's people were likely dealing with the Yun Tian Alliance, and at this very moment, they were inside the Yun family estate. Given God's style, it would surely be total annihilation. In the underworld, eliminating all roots was a matter of survival—this, Guan Xing understood very well.
Under normal circumstances, Guan Xing truly wouldn't have been in the mood. His heart ached; Hua Ruobing was missing, and he didn't want to care about anything else. But he owed Old Peng a favor.
Thirty minutes—perhaps God's final ultimatum.
Guan Xing knew clearly that Yun Tian Alliance was no match for God. Many of God's elites were trained in the brutal world of underground black boxing. Even special forces soldiers might not stand a chance against them in bare-handed combat.
The Yun estate wasn't hard to find. It wasn't hidden like Yun Tian Alliance's other bases. Guan Xing only asked for directions once. Driving at over a hundred kilometers per hour, he arrived in twenty-four minutes.
With Yun Long's instructions relayed through the intercom, people were already waiting at the gate. They guided Guan Xing all the way to the main residence, then let him enter alone.
But from the moment he stepped into the estate, Guan Xing sensed an intense killing intent. Along the way, he had already detected at least ten hidden gunmen around him. Yet the estate's regular guards continued their patrols as usual, completely unaware. Compared to God's elites, they were far too inferior.
"Doctor Guan, second floor," a voice said.
Inside the hall, only two or three servants were quietly cleaning. Everything was eerily calm, but the voice came from upstairs.
The second-floor hall was tightly shut. Guan Xing gently pushed the door open.
Lanfo had already been waiting.
The instant the door opened, a sneak attack came flying—his leg swept out with terrifying force. Remembering how he had crushed Yun Diao earlier, this kick cut through the air with a fierce whistle, startling everyone.
But unfortunately for him, there was only a flash before their eyes. A strange, imposing figure had already slipped inside. Lanfo twisted sharply, his fists spinning with rotational force, surging forward like a storm.
This was a true expert. Every move was precise, every strike aimed at the weakest points of the human body.
Guan Xing recognized him at once. He snorted coldly. His body suddenly lifted three feet off the ground as he advanced instead of retreating. With a subtle four-ounces-to-deflect-a-thousand-pounds technique, he brushed aside the incoming attack. In the same motion of pulling and stepping back, Guan Xing's uppercut landed perfectly on Lanfo's chin.
The two-meter-tall body was sent flying by that single punch, crashing onto the floor with limbs flailing, accompanied by a suppressed scream.
Behind him, the burly man charged in with a furious roar. His massive body let out a tearing rip as his shirt burst apart, bulging muscles surging like steel. With a body like indestructible vajra, he slammed forward.
"Golden Bell Shield? Wolf Head, you're still practicing such a stupid technique," Guan Xing cursed.
He planted his feet, drawing his arms back. As the burly man closed in, Guan Xing rotated and struck again—this time not with a fist, but with a palm sharp as a blade. It sliced into the man's chest, then transformed mid-motion into a fist. The force exploded from the center of the palm, pushing forward violently.
Another dull groan sounded.
The so-called Immortal Wolf Head clutched his chest in agony and shouted, "Teacher, can't you go a bit lighter?"
"Pfft—"
Behind them, Xiao Mi, who was holding a gun, couldn't help laughing. "Wolf Head, this is real Chinese kung fu. You're still far from it."
"Doctor Guan, you're here!" Seeing Guan Xing's familiarity with these three men, Old Peng felt an overwhelming surge of joy and excitement. He stood up instinctively, shouting out.
But unfortunately, the smile on Xiao Mi's face vanished instantly. He turned coldly, and the gun barrel—filled with killing intent—was once again aimed at Old Peng.