Yang Rongguang and the others all returned home safely. The people Xiao Zhan sent to protect them returned to Kaiyuan Jewelry after successfully completing their escort mission.
Everyone thought the dust had settled, but they didn't know that the real danger was just about to arrive.
Late at night.
Yang Rongguang lay on the soft, large bed and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he felt his feet were a little cold, and it seemed like something was dripping, dripping continuously onto his ankles.
"What is it?"
Yang Rongguang rubbed his eyes and looked towards his ankles.
Moonlight shone through the window, and he found that cold water was dripping, drop by drop, onto his ankles.
Water droplets?
Was the roof leaking?
Impossible. This was a luxury villa, and it wasn't the top floor. Even if it leaked, it wouldn't reach him.
"What's going on?"
Yang Rongguang sat up, draped his jacket over himself, and casually turned on the light switch by the bed.
Instantly, the entire room lit up.
But what Yang Rongguang saw next terrified him.
Hanging from the ceiling was a dead pig's head. What was dripping down was not water, but blood!
This pig's head was obviously freshly killed!
"Ah!!!"
Yang Rongguang, an old scholar, had never witnessed such a scene and was so scared he almost couldn't breathe and died.
Then.
The room door opened.
A man in a suit, tie, carrying a butcher knife, walked in, looking extremely out of place.
"Don't scream, there's nothing to scream about."
The man brought a chair and sat by the door, blocking the exit.
He said, "Let me introduce myself, my codename is 'Funeral.' As my name suggests, I specialize in doing dirty work for Master Ba, and for Master Ba, I send away disobedient guys."
In just a few words, Yang Rongguang understood what was going on.
Because Yang Rongguang had refused Murong Ba's contract request, Murong Ba, enraged, had sent an assassin to kill Yang Rongguang.
This was the rumored 'covert order.'
Knowing the cause of the matter, Yang Rongguang calmed down and said, "So Murong Ba's open and covert orders are not fake; they are real."
Funeral nodded, "Of course, who do you think Master Ba is?"
As he spoke.
Funeral pointed to the pig's head hanging on the ceiling and said, "Master Ba specifically emphasized before I came that I couldn't kill you easily. He wanted me to ensure you stayed alive while I carved you three thousand times. Finally, I would chop off your head with one blow and hang it above the main entrance. I have to say, this is very difficult. To avoid any accidents, I practiced my knife skills on a pig before coming. Now, I can responsibly tell you that my knife skills are already perfected, and carving you three thousand times is no problem."
Then, Funeral threw a rope over.
He said, "I'll tie you up first, then cut your flesh one by one, and then sprinkle salt on the wounds. Yang Rongguang, I will ensure you die miserably."
Hearing this, Yang Rongguang's palms were covered in sweat.
Facing such a threat, how could any normal person remain calm? Three thousand cuts were no joke.
Yang Rongguang looked around, thinking about how to escape.
Funeral, however, said coldly, "No need to look, your servants have all been tied up by me, no one can save you. The main door is also blocked by me, you can't escape. I'm very fair, right? I said I only want your life, so I only want your life. I won't kill anyone else; this is my principle of operation."
Yang Rongguang's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, his heart racing.
He was terrified.
Funeral, however, calmly took out a cigarette, lit it.
He smoked and picked up the rope, then walked towards Yang Rongguang. "I advise you not to resist, the more you resist, the more you will be hurt. You know, I can tie up a pig by myself, let alone a decrepit old man like you?"
This...
No!!!
Yang Rongguang never imagined that someone of his status would die in such a pathetic manner.
Not just him.
Come to think of it, the other nine talents were not much better off.
Tonight, perhaps all ten talents would lose their lives.
"Come on, come and die." Funeral tied the rope into a loop, preparing to ensnare Yang Rongguang.
At the critical moment.
Bang!!!
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced the glass, pierced Funeral's temple, and embedded deeply in the wall.
The sound died down, the person was dead.
With a clang, Funeral, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, was now a corpse, falling to the ground.
"What... what's going on again?" Yang Rongguang was completely bewildered.
He had already prepared to die.
But who would have thought that Funeral would die before him!
With a creak, the door opened again.
Another man walked in. This man was tall and burly, with a fierce look on his face. Yang Rongguang recognized him at a glance as the Five-Star General beside Lu Ming—the Dragon King!
"Dragon King, did you save me?" Yang Rongguang asked.
The Dragon King bent down, took the half-smoked cigarette from Funeral's mouth, put it in his own mouth, and started smoking.
He exhaled a long puff of smoke, took out a saber, and placed it on Funeral's neck.
"Old Master Yang, please turn around."
Uh...
Yang Rongguang swallowed, turned around slowly.
Then he heard a "crack," the sound of a saber chopping into flesh, accompanied by blood splashing everywhere.
When Yang Rongguang turned back again, Funeral's head had already been put into a box by the Dragon King, leaving only a torso on the ground.
The Dragon King continued, "Old Master Yang, with the War God here, you are absolutely safe. No one in Shanghai can harm you."
Yang Rongguang nodded.
He had only known the War God was powerful before, but he had never witnessed the War God's methods firsthand.
Today, he was enlightened.
The Dragon King said, "This place is already filthy. I've found another house for you, and someone will escort you there later. I still have things to do, so I won't accompany you, Old Master Yang. See you later."
With that, the Dragon King threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and then strode out of the room, carrying the box.
Phew—
Yang Rongguang sat down on the bed with a plop.
At this moment, only he was alive in the room, along with a pig's head, a torso, and blood all over the room.
The scene was incredibly brutal.
But Yang Rongguang knew this was not the end; it was just the beginning.
Tonight, even more tragic things were bound to happen.
He looked out the window at the bright moon and muttered to himself, "Murong Ba, you've provoked a man you absolutely cannot afford to provoke."