"Heaven and Earth Alliance, their predecessor was the Heaven and Earth Society, right?" Huang Ao turned his head and said.
Uncle Lu nodded: "Yes, that’s the Heaven and Earth Society. After the great undertaking failed in the central lands a few hundred years ago, these people fled overseas. Unexpectedly, they didn’t wither away overseas but developed quite well. The other two forces did the same, growing significantly over the past century after leaving our central lands."
Wang Longhu suddenly realized, never expecting the situation in overseas East Asia to be .
A Martial Artist, even without a gun, in terms of combat power, is far superior to ordinary people. When forces like Heaven and Earth, White Lotus, and Taiping appeared, naturally there would be formidable Martial Artists joining them.
This led to each of them being like a living martial arts encyclopedia. Escaping overseas to develop, they could easily teach a large number of disciples and apprentices.
Used to mix in the overseas underground syndicates, they were practically a powerful army of Martial Artists.
"Let’s go home first. As long as we’re inland, the Heaven and Earth Alliance wouldn’t dare to extend their hand here," Uncle Lu said.
As the Santana drove out of the southern district, reaching a deserted road section, the car slowed down. As the door opened, an unconscious man was pushed out of the car, rolling to the side of the road; it was none other than Drunk Brother Yi.
The Santana then sped off, quickly disappearing into the night.
At the dock, Zheng Song’s private yacht was still docked beside the pier.
Wang Longhu and his three companions hurried onto the yacht. Without waiting for Uncle Lu to give instructions, the yacht swiftly set off, heading toward the mainland.
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Silence, an extreme silence. The vast Lu family mansion had become utterly quiet at this moment.
All the security team members stood trembling nearby, their legs wobbling as they stared at the two corpses covered with white cloth on the ground not far away.
Lu Pingshan was dead, assassinated under the protection of these security team members.
No matter what identity or background the killer had, these people had to bear the primary responsibility.
From outside the courtyard came the sound of hurried footsteps, and two men followed by a group of bodyguards came in from outside.
The two leading figures, one thin with gold-rimmed glasses, exuded an elegant demeanor in a suit.
The other, wearing a polo shirt, with muscles bulging as if about to burst the clothes, stood over two meters tall, appearing like a human Vajra, an Arhat descending.
"Young Master, sirs, the master and the steward Hai he..." The security captain, full of sweat, bent over and approached cautiously.
"Dave, our Lu family pays your security company several hundred thousand Hong Kong Dollars every month to protect the family’s safety, and this is how you protect us?" The muscular man glared at the security captain, his eyes sinister, like a low growl of a fierce tiger.
His eyes were bloodshot, pupils constricting madly, a sign of extreme anger.
"Young Master, I... I failed in my duty, I betrayed your trust, betrayed the master’s trust..."
The security captain hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly felt a tightness on his head. It turned out that the Lu family’s eldest son, Lu Lei, had reached out and covered his skull with one hand, and then exploded with immense power, directly lifting him from his spot.
"Failed? My father is dead, and you think a ’failed duty’ absolves you of this responsibility?!"
As Lu Lei’s huge fan-like hand squeezed tighter, a terrifying cracking sound immediately echoed in the security captain’s mind.
The security captain’s eyes began filling with blood, his nostrils and mouth gushing out all sorts of sticky red and white fluids. In extreme panic, he pleaded for mercy while beating against Lu Lei’s hand: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Young Master Lu, spare me, I was wrong, I was wrong, I’ll make it up to you, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me..."
Lu Lei’s five fingers instantly crushed the security captain’s skull, driving them fiercely into his brain. The human skull is the hardest bone, and yet Lu Lei was able to crush it, showcasing his astonishing grip strength.
Seeing the security captain’s tragic death, the other security team members screamed in shock, unable to believe that Lu Lei had casually killed their captain.
Even if the security team was derelict, such a mistake would not warrant a death penalty in society.
"Isn’t the Lu family too excessive, how can you kill people?!" an indignant security captain roared.
"Excessive?" The second son of the Lu family, Lu Ting, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, smiled calmly and stepped forward, looking coldly at the person: "Do you know what my father represents? His significance is something your miserable lives couldn’t compensate for with a hundred of you. Not only the security captain, tonight all of you will have to die because of your negligence, as a tribute to my father."
As soon as Lu Ting finished speaking, a chill instantly rose in everyone’s hearts, realizing that the second son of the Lu family was not joking.
As security team members, everyone reacted quickly, and they all realized that if they stayed any longer in the Lu family, their fate would undoubtedly end in death.