But!
He then realized he had interrupted the Patriarch, the very backbone of the Wang Family, and his face instantly paled with fear.
"You little bastard! The family provides for you while you do nothing but eat, drink, and play all day. Even if you caused a disaster big enough to tear a hole in the sky over Jizhou, the family could still protect you! And yet, you're only just now finding out your own father was murdered?"
Wang Enkui glared at Wang Junjie and, with a wave of his hand, declared, "You deserve to be hit!"
SMACK!
A disembodied slap materialized out of thin air and struck Wang Junjie across the face.
Like a kite with its string cut, Wang Junjie was sent flying seven or eight meters before landing heavily on the ground.
No one dared to even breathe too loudly, let alone offer any response.
Wang Enkui was the sky above the Wang Family.
When a family member made a mistake, it was only right and proper for Wang Enkui to punish them himself.
SIGH!
Wang Enkui let out a heavy sigh.
He had only two grandsons: Wang Junhao and Wang Junjie.
Now, Wang Junhao was practically a cripple, likely unable to carry on the family line.
As for Wang Junjie, all he knew was a life of daily debauchery.
'This great Wang Family… who can I entrust it to in the future?'
Wang Enkui felt that the Wang Family had reached a critical point, with no suitable successor to take the reins.
"Father, it's less than five minutes until ten o'clock."
At that moment, Wang Zhenlin, who had been standing stiffly to the side, had no choice but to step forward with a reminder.
Wang Enkui nodded thoughtfully. "You all heard," he said. "At ten o'clock, Jiang Xinghai—the man who murdered my younger son, Zhenhu—has promised to arrive. His confidence stems from his power. When he does…"
"Grandfather, when he arrives, let me kill him with my own hands to avenge my father!"
Suddenly, his cheek swollen, Wang Junjie staggered up from the floor.
He had interrupted Wang Enkui again. This time, however, there was no fear on his face, only a towering inferno of rage.
Jiang Xinghai!
The name was now seared into his mind.
"You little bastard, interrupt me again and I'll kill you myself!"
Wang Enkui shot to his feet, clasping his hands behind his back as he began to pace. "As expected, Jiang Xinghai is a Grandmaster. I ask you, in the entire Wang Family, how many can match his strength? You think you can, a mere Martial Artist?"
"Jiang Xinghai is a Grandmaster?"
Wang Junjie was instantly dumbstruck, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Everyone, remember this: tonight, we use courtesy before force!"
Wang Enkui's voice rang out again. "When Jiang Xinghai arrives, the Wang Family will show him the proper courtesy. If any of you reveal even a hint of killing intent, I will personally strike you down. Is that understood?"
"Understood!"
Everyone, except for Wang Junjie, replied in unison.
'He couldn't understand it. Why treat the man who murdered his father with courtesy?'
'Are they really going to bow their heads to Jiang Xinghai?'
"Junjie, your cousin Junhao is gravely injured. We need Jiang Xinghai's medical expertise to heal him."
Wang Enkui stared intently at the baffled Wang Junjie. "Only after your cousin has recovered will I personally kill Jiang Xinghai. And after that, I will utterly annihilate the Shen Family!"
"Understood!" Wang Junjie's expression cleared as realization dawned on him.
"Father, I've been investigating all afternoon," Wang Zhenlin said, confused. "I was trying to find out why a minor family like the Shens would be connected to Jiang Xinghai. But I haven't been able to find any answers. It's very strange."
"I've been pondering that mystery myself. It seems only a direct confrontation with Jiang Xinghai will provide the answers."
Wang Enkui glanced at the clock. Less than two minutes remained until ten o'clock.
"Rest assured, Father. Our lookouts have been tracking Jiang Xinghai. Even if he has a last-minute change of heart and tries to flee, he won't escape the Wang Family's grasp," Wang Zhenlin guaranteed. "In any case, we've confirmed he's not far from the estate now."
"Good!"
Wang Enkui raised an eyebrow and smiled.
But no one noticed the faint flicker of astonishment in his eyes.
'So Jiang Xinghai hadn't fled, despite the Wang Family's power.'
'That could only mean he possessed either supreme confidence or some powerful backing.'
With this in mind, he asked, "Zhenlin, have you found any key clues about this man? Anything about his background or origins?"
"No."
Wang Zhenlin shook his head grimly. "We've only managed to find that he arrived in Jizhou less than a week ago and is currently a driver for the Shen Group. Beyond that, his past is a complete blank slate. It's unnervingly strange."
"Oh?"
Wang Enkui's eyes narrowed again. "In that case, this man must die tonight. The Shen Family too. It must be done flawlessly, leaving no trace, to sever any and all connections to him."
'His only real concern was the power backing Jiang Xinghai.'
'To reach the level of a Grandmaster at such a young age, his background had to be extraordinary.'
'But if even the Wang Family's resources couldn't uncover any clues, then they would just have to be clean about it.'
'That way, even if his backers appeared after his death, the Wang Family could feign ignorance!'
DONG… DONG… DONG…
At that moment, the clock began to chime ten o'clock.
BEEP BEEP!
And at that very same moment, the horn of a van pulling up to the Wang Family's gate blared through the night.