During this time, the two men conversed.
After a short while, Bai Jinghong deliberately mentioned a sudden urge to urinate and went to the restroom.
Gu Tianming’s confidant just happened to report the hastily gathered information.
“Death God, what he says holds water. Before this, the Underworld Win Group was wrecked several times, orchestrated by him.”
“And at the auction a few days ago, the Underworld Win Group bid one hundred and seventy billion for two plots of land.”
Time was tight, so the confidant naturally wouldn’t trace things to the root. Just confirming what Bai Jinghong said was enough.
“So it seems he hasn’t lied to me. This man can be used!” Gu Tianming smirked crookedly.
“Just a rich family’s young master. For you, Death God, to use him is his honor!”
Gu Tianming snorted coldly and nodded.
Shortly after, Bai Jinghong returned, shaking the water droplets off his hands.
“Brother Bai, we can discuss the plan now. How is it arranged?”
After confirming, Gu Tianming also got straight to the point.
“Alright!”
Bai Jinghong laid it out step by step.
The arrangement was simple: Gu Tianming and his men would disguise themselves as Bai Jinghong’s bodyguards. Once Chen Lin appeared, they would handle it themselves.
Bai Jinghong arranged men for the ambush to cut off Chen Lin’s escape and prevent him from running.
Once Chen Lin showed up, he would have gunmen take out Chen Lin’s underlings. As for Chen Lin himself, he would be left to Gu Tianming.
A very simple yet practical plan. Gu Tianming had no objections whatsoever.
Using Bai Jinghong as bait, Chen Lin would absolutely lower his guard, never expecting him, a Mystic Rank Late Stage martial artist, to be present.
He himself wanted to kill Chen Lin with his own hands; otherwise, the hatred in his heart couldn’t be quelled.
Once Chen Lin was dead, everything would be his, and his revenge would be complete—killing two birds with one stone.
But in reality, Gu Tianming had no clue about the number of men Bai Jinghong had arranged.
Even less did he imagine Bai Jinghong had equipped them with dozens of submachine guns and ten sniper rifles.
Everything proceeded quietly according to Bai Jinghong’s plan.
At five in the afternoon, Ah Kun sent word: everything was ready.
Bai Jinghong immediately dispatched those elites to ambush at Nine Dragons Cemetery.
Not a shred of hesitation or delay.
Even the signal, Bai Jinghong had predetermined.
Without seeing the signal, those elites would not act.
At seven in the evening, Ah Kun drove. Bai Jinghong and Gu Tianming were in one car. The remaining three of Gu Tianming’s confidants took another vehicle.
Gu Tianming’s group had long since changed into suits and put on black masks to slightly conceal their identities.
Nine Dragons Cemetery, located in a remote area on the outskirts of Dragon Sea, was considered the border area between Dragon Sea and Nanyang.
There were no funeral homes or similar facilities here; it was just a large public cemetery.
Buried above were… I don’t even know who.
Tombstones stood densely, with a large plaza below.
Even at the edges of the plaza, there were tombstones.
And the edges of the plaza had no railings. About twenty meters behind was the coast. Looking down, it was a vast expanse of ocean.
When Bai Jinghong’s group arrived at the cemetery, it was already past eight.
Soft moonlight shone upon the tombstones one by one, giving off a gentle aura.
The mountain wind was strong, causing the surrounding woods to rustle. The sounds of birds, beasts, and insects rose and fell.
The roar of the sea’s waves was also considerable.
Bai Jinghong’s stated reason this time was paying respects to an old friend.
But he didn’t have a damn old friend buried here.
So, Bai Jinghong randomly selected a tombstone, figuring he’d just pay respects to someone else’s relative.
Bai Jinghong walked up to a tombstone and glanced at the photo and name on it.
“Tomb of Beloved Sister Ye Xiaonian? She’s quite pretty!”
Bai Jinghong chuckled and muttered to himself.
It was a young girl in her prime. The photo on the tombstone showed a girl with a sweet smile.
And according to other inscriptions on the tombstone, the girl had died four years ago and was buried by her older brother, named something like “Ye Chen.”
Bai Jinghong paused. That name sounded somewhat familiar!
But Bai Jinghong didn’t dwell too much on it. He directly waved Ah Kun over.
Ah Kun brought out the prepared candles, joss paper, and other ritual items.
Bai Jinghong immediately began lighting candles and burning paper.
“Are your men in position?” Gu Tianming asked, seeing Bai Jinghong really starting to burn paper as if in earnest.
“Don’t worry, they’re all nearby. With one order from me, Chen Lin’s men won’t be able to escape.”
“But they can’t act too quickly. Otherwise, with Chen Lin’s cunning, he might flee.”
Gu Tianming nodded. That point wasn’t wrong. Chen Lin was very sly. The attack had to be a complete surprise.
Time passed bit by bit.
At the very top of the ancient cemetery, Shen Yaoyao and Zi Yue each carried a sniper rifle, aiming at the plaza area.
This was also something the two sisters had requested from Bai Jinghong.
Mainly to protect him.
They were experienced and wouldn’t aim their scopes at people like Gu Tianming before acting.
After all, martial artists had a strong perception of danger. If targeted for too long, they really might be discovered.
Near nine o’clock, Chen Lin appeared.
“Who goes there!”
Bai Jinghong’s group feigned alertness, looking in that direction.
Chen Lin had brought over a dozen men.
Each and every one of them oozed an imposing aura.
Chen Lin also wore a mask, not revealing his true face.
The moment he stepped onto the plaza, he burst into laughter.
Because he could already foresee the pleasure of revenge.
This fool had actually only brought these few bodyguards.
The moonlight was bright; both sides could see each other.
Bai Jinghong also saw The right side of Chen Lin’s mask lifted upwards slightly. He didn’t need to think to know—he was smirking crookedly.
Otherwise, how would a corner of the mask lift upwards? It was being pushed up by a crooked mouth.
“Who are you?” Bai Jinghong demanded.
“Who am I? The one who’ll take your life. Bai Jinghong, today you will certainly die!” Chen Lin threatened.
He didn’t want to kill Bai Jinghong just yet, though. He was waiting to break both legs and both arms, cripple the third leg, then slowly torture him to death.
Only that could quench his hatred.
Bai Jinghong laughed inwardly and deliberately took a step back.
Chen Lin didn’t waste time. He raised a hand. “Kill those bodyguards!”
Chen Lin’s Underworld Guards immediately charged forward.
For Bai Jinghong’s small fry, there was absolutely no need to use guns.
Fists and kicks would finish them off.
And Gu Tianming was also staring fixedly at Chen Lin, itching to kill immediately.
The Underworld Guards advanced. Gu Tianming’s three confidants charged forward simultaneously.
Both sides instantly engaged in combat.
Chen Lin didn’t move. Gu Tianming didn’t move. Bai Jinghong watched from not far behind Gu Tianming.
As the two sides clashed, chaos ensued for a time.
Gu Tianming’s confidants were indeed strong. Three against over a dozen Underworld Guards, they still handled it with ease.
Some of the Underworld Guards were foreigners. When fighting, their mouths were also cheap and foul-mouthed, hurling all kinds of insults.
The following is a translated transcript of the Underworld Guards’ foreign language curses:
“Eat my sword! China’s Number One Sword, White Emperor Sacred Sword! Fly on your sword and follow me!”
“Defend the universe!”
“I’m going to crush you!”
“I love you, Hu Yanbin!”
“I really don’t love him, I don’t love him!”
(The cursing during the fight was endless.)
Chen Lin was also shocked.
This bastard’s bodyguards were this strong?
They had the strength of Yellow Rank Late Stage martial artists!
Although the Underworld Guards’ skills weren’t bad, they were generally at Human Rank, with only two at Yellow Rank Early or Mid Stage.
Their forte was firearms.
At this moment, Chen Lin also suddenly noticed the man who had been staring at him.
That man gave him a familiar feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Seeing the Underworld Guards still fighting on that side, Chen Lin himself quickly charged forward.
Preparing to capture Bai Jinghong.
Chen Lin’s strength wasn’t lacking either. In an instant, Energy Qi erupted from his body, like terrifying waves.
The strength of Mystic Rank Mid Stage was fully displayed.
“Bai Jinghong, today, you will certainly be crippled!” Chen Lin roared explosively. His hand formed a claw and attacked towards Bai Jinghong.
But as Chen Lin drew near, Gu Tianming moved.
Equally emitting a terrifying aura, the Energy Qi around his body surged, as if making his suit bulge outwards.
A palm strike shot directly towards Chen Lin, carrying the force of landslides and tsunamis.
Bai Jinghong, meanwhile, sat to the side, lit a cigarette, and waited for the right moment to act.
Ready at any time, once the two recognized each other, to use Voice Control to deepen the conflict, ensuring they fought to the death without respite!
