In the middle of the night, Yan Shihong dragged his exhausted body home.
He had been tormented enough these past few days.
The mere thought of Lu Ming's terrifying combat power made his legs tremble with fear. He basically had to obey everything Lu Ming said, not daring to retort a single word.
He had never felt so pathetic in his life.
"I'm so angry, so angry!"
Yan Shihong kicked the trash can seven or eight meters away, venting his anger.
At this moment.
A humming sound came from outside, and a private helicopter landed on the spacious lawn in the Yan family's courtyard.
Yan Shihong's face lit up instantly.
He rushed out excitedly, just in time to see the cabin door open and a white-haired old man slowly walk down.
"Uncle Jie, you're finally back. I've missed you so much~~" Yan Shihong ran over excitedly, collapsing into the white-haired old man's arms and crying like a child.
This white-haired old man's identity was no ordinary.
He was a world-renowned assassin, involved in assassination operations in multiple countries, possessing exceptional abilities.
During one operation, he was unfortunately captured. It was the Yan family patriarch who spent a fortune to rescue him, and from then on, he vowed allegiance to the Yan family.
Furthermore, the Yan family patriarch bestowed upon him the surname - Yan.
The old man thus became known as Yan Jie.
For over a decade, Yan Jie had contributed greatly to the Yan family. Many disobedient business partners were eliminated by Yan Jie in their sleep.
Because of his presence, no one dared to provoke the Yan family.
Even the powerful Murong family showed a degree of deference when cooperating with the Yan family.
Yan Shihong had followed Yan Jie since childhood and was raised under his care, being doted upon.
A month ago, the Yan family had a major business deal to negotiate abroad. The Yan family patriarch took Yan Jie along, leaving Yan Shihong to guard the home. Who would have thought that Lu Ming would suddenly appear and brutally beat Yan Shihong.
Yan Shihong had no choice but to tell his father about the humiliation suffered by the Yan family.
Therefore, the Yan family patriarch ordered Yan Jie to rush back via private helicopter.
The sole purpose was to kill Lu Ming!
Those who offended the Yan family must not be allowed to live!
Yan Shihong cried as he spoke, "Uncle Jie, you must avenge me. I was truly bullied miserably. All of the Yan family's subordinates had their legs broken by that bastard Lu Ming. He also extorted 300 million from me. The Yan family's reputation has been completely ruined!"
Yan Jie reached out and stroked Yan Shihong's forehead, saying softly, "Don't worry. Now that Uncle Jie is back, no one will dare to bully you again. Lu Ming? His name will soon disappear from this world!"
Yan Shihong thought for a moment and reminded him, "But Uncle Jie, to be fair, Lu Ming's strength should not be underestimated. He single-handedly took down all the Yan family's thugs. I'm afraid even you, Uncle Jie, would find that difficult to achieve?"
Indeed.
With Yan Jie's abilities, it would be difficult to take down so many people at once.
However...
Yan Jie chuckled, "What fear is there in a brute's might?"
Yan Jie was never one to engage in direct confrontation. His abilities were primarily used for assassination; delivering a fatal blow without anyone noticing!
A direct attack is easy to dodge, but an ambush is hard to guard against.
Even if Lu Ming was powerful, could he defend himself while he slept?
...
Xunrong.
Lu Ming had just lain down, preparing to sleep, when he received a call from Jiang Mengxin.
"Is it another plea for help?" Lu Ming chuckled, answered the call, and asked, "Mengxin, calling so late, have you encountered trouble?"
Jiang Mengxin said, "I have indeed encountered trouble, but it's not me, it's you."
"Me?" Lu Ming didn't understand.
Jiang Mengxin said, "I received news that Yan Jie from the Yan family is back. He's coming for you this time. He wants your life!"
Yan Jie?
Never heard of him.
Lu Ming said indifferently, "Too many people want my life, he's just one more."
Jiang Mengxin said, "Don't take it lightly! Yan Jie's strength is extraordinary, unlike any enemy you've faced before. I know you're a great fighter, but Yan Jie is an assassin. He specializes in dirty tricks, striking when you least expect it. No matter how capable you are, you can't guard against his various ambushes. Lu Ming, you are truly in mortal danger this time. Be careful!"
It could be heard that Jiang Mengxin's tone was sincere, and she was genuinely worried about Lu Ming's life.
Lu Ming's heart felt a warmth.
For the first time.
It was truly the first time Jiang Mengxin had shown concern for Lu Ming.
Whether it was to repay the favor from last time, or for some other reason, Jiang Mengxin genuinely cared about Lu Ming this time, and it wasn't an act.
Rare indeed.
Lu Ming had been with the Jiang family for so long, and after so much effort, he was finally getting some reward.
Taking a deep breath.
Lu Ming said softly, "Don't worry, Mengxin. I, Lu Ming, am entrusted by the old master in his dying moments and am here to save the Jiang family. I won't die so easily."
Jiang Mengxin didn't know whether to cry or laugh when she heard this.
She said, "You, a mere gravekeeper, saving the Jiang family? Don't flatter yourself! Lu Ming, I'm telling you, Yan Jie is really powerful. Take care of yourself. If he kills you, I won't stay a widow for you, understand?"
With that, Jiang Mengxin hung up the phone.
In fact, even Jiang Mengxin herself wasn't quite sure why she had made the call.
She should have hated Lu Ming.
She should have wished for Lu Ming to die quickly.
Then why did she call to warn Lu Ming to be careful?
Jiang Mengxin put down her phone, looked out the window, and murmured to herself, "Jiang Mengxin, what are you thinking right now? What kind of feelings do you have for Lu Ming?"
One night passed.
The next day.
Lu Ming woke up early and started new work with Jiang Lan. Just as they were engrossed, an inconspicuous sedan stopped at the entrance of Xunrong.
The car door opened.
Yan Shihong walked out first.
Unlike a few days ago, Yan Shihong no longer bowed and scraped to Lu Ming but had regained his former arrogance and presumptuousness.
He kicked over the advertising board at the entrance of Xunrong and roared, "Lu Ming, you bastard, get out here!"
Lu Ming frowned slightly.
He poked his head out halfway, glanced at Yan Shihong askance, and coughed, saying, "Young Master Yan, did you take the wrong medicine? You've forgotten your pain after the wound has healed, feeling itchy again, haven't you?"
Seeing Lu Ming, Yan Shihong instinctively took half a step back, trembling with fear.
At this moment.
The white-haired old man walked out.
He placed a hand on Yan Shihong's shoulder, glared at Lu Ming, and said in a calm yet powerful tone, "You are Lu Ming? Not old, but with a big mouth. How can you insult the Young Master of the Yan family?"
Lu Ming put down the work in his hands and walked out the door, "Who are you?"
The old man flicked his sleeves, exuding authority without anger, and said loudly, "This old man, is Yan Jie!"