Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 390 People from the Capital Arrive to Eradicate the Li Family!
Li Gangshan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his forced smile looked more like a grimace as he tried to salvage some dignity: "Master Hong, please understand! My Li family has always been honest and law-abiding businessmen. We've never had any dealings with Tang Huang or Li Huang!"

"Someone must be trying to sow discord between our two families!"

Seeing the cold light in Lu Yuhong's eyes intensify, Li Gangshan secretly clenched his fist.

Tang Huang's remains had long been burned to ashes, and apart from his few trusted confidants, no one knew about this matter.

As long as you insist on claiming ignorance, even if the Lu family is extremely powerful, they can't do anything to you without evidence.

Lu Yuhong stared at Li Gangshan with a sinister gaze, his fingers clenched tightly, murderous intent surging in his chest, but it ultimately turned into a cold laugh.

He slowly loosened his grip on the collar with his right hand, letting Li Gangshan stagger backward.

Li Gangshan's legs went weak, and when he touched the ground again, the exhaustion from surviving the ordeal almost made him kneel down.

He glanced at Lu Yuhong in disbelief—was it over?

Could it be that the Lu family is ultimately wary of the powerful backer behind them?
Just as Li Gangshan breathed a sigh of relief, Lu Xuan, who was sitting in the main seat, suddenly put down his teacup.

The crisp sound of porcelain clashing made Li Gangshan's heart, which had just settled down, jump back into his throat.

The old man, who had remained silent the whole time, had somehow already set his sights on this side, and his own pale face was reflected in his calm, deep eyes.

Li Gangshan had investigated the Lu family's background and found that the Lu family had a patriarch who practiced traditional Chinese martial arts.

But in his mind, what difference did it make if an old man who was nearly a hundred years old was a master of martial arts in his youth?

Time is the fairest thing; no one, no matter who they are, can stop the passage of time.

Therefore, it is already quite difficult for that old ancestor of the Lu family to stand up at present; he probably needs someone to help him walk.

Even practicing Tai Chi in the morning leaves me breathless; how could I possibly have the energy to concern myself with these conflicts in the martial arts world?
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Li Gangshan's mouth.

These martial artists are out of touch with the times. What era are we living in that they still believe in fist and foot kung fu?
In today's world, what matters is a deeply entrenched network of relationships and overwhelming power.

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, can you outrun a bullet?
If one shot isn't enough, then two. Even the most skilled master can't withstand a rocket launcher, can he?

He straightened his suit and tie, a sense of superiority flashing in his eyes.

The Lu family cherished this old relic as a treasure, unaware that in the face of true power, even a so-called master of martial arts is utterly powerless.

Li Gangshan composed himself and thought to himself: The Lu family was probably incredibly lucky to have managed to trace their investigation back to him this time; they must have somehow gotten in touch with someone in the capital.

But so what?
These days, any legitimate businessman has intricate connections with the capital; after all, who doesn't have a powerful backer?

The Li family has been operating in the capital for many years, with deep-rooted connections and powerful backing.

If things really come to a head, it's hard to say who will trip whom up!

He straightened his back again, and the confidence of a business tycoon returned to his eyes.

After all, in Yifeng Province, Li Gangshan could be very confident that no one could shake the foundation of his Li family.

"Li Gangshan".

Lu Yulong, sitting on the soft sofa to the side, spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it sounded like the low tolling of a bronze bell, echoing through the seven-meter-high hall.

“You should be glad that the Lu family values ​​appearances these days.” He picked up his celadon teacup, the rising steam blurring his sharp eyes. “If this were ten years ago, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to kneel here.”

As the last word was uttered, Li Gangshan was struck as if by lightning, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He stared intently at Lu Yulong, who was calmly sipping his tea. He knew the Lu family's second master's background all too well.

Yi Feng is a senior member of the Provincial Martial Arts Association and the orthodox successor of the "Wanhe Guiliu Quan" style. His martial arts school has disciples throughout the military, political, and business sectors.

"Master Long, I..." Li Gangshan tried to remain calm and explain, but was interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps.

Three men dressed in black outfits strode in and whispered in Lu Yuhong's ear.

The tattoo on the side of the leader's neck undulated with his muscles, clearly indicating that he was a martial arts master who had practiced for many years.

Li Gangshan's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition coiled around his spine like a venomous snake.

He recognized their attire—the Lu family's bodyguard force; their appearance never meant trouble.

"Bring him in." Immediately following, Lu Yuhong's unvarnished command sounded like a death knell.

The men obeyed and left, the sound of their boots striking the marble floor fading into the distance.

In just over ten breaths, five burly men, bound like dumplings with cowhide rope, were pushed in.

When the black hoods on their faces were ripped off, Li Gangshan's legs went weak, and he collapsed into the leather sofa—these were the bodyguards he had sent to silence Tang Huang!
These five people had clearly undergone severe interrogation; their faces were ashen, their bodies covered in gruesome wounds, and some even had their arms bent at bizarre angles.

Suddenly, a bodyguard with a face covered in blood screamed, not even noticing Li Gangshan slumped on the sofa: "It was all our boss, Li Gangshan, who ordered it!"

"He told us to kill Tang Huang and those other charlatans, and bury their ashes under the old locust tree in the suburbs!"

Before he finished speaking, the others rushed to confess, fearing that if they hesitated even a second, they would be tortured again.

The only sound in the entire hall was the chattering of teeth.

After all, there are very few people in this world who can withstand the "Great Memory Restoration Technique".

"You bastard! How dare you keep ashes!"

Li Gangshan's eyes were bloodshot, and he lunged to kick the traitor, but Lu Yuhong swiftly grabbed him by the back of the neck.

That seemingly casual touch caused his strength to dissipate instantly, like a venomous snake being gripped at its vital point.

When the five bodyguards first saw Li Gangshan's murderous gaze, they instinctively shrank back, but then stubbornly sneered:

"Hmph, we brothers in the underworld, who doesn't carry some life-saving charms?"

He spat out bloody saliva, "Boss, those shady recordings of yours have long been stored on the hard drive."

"If anything happens to us brothers in the future, these treasures will end up on the cop's table!"

The others echoed his sentiments, their eyes flashing with a fierce glint of desperation.

"Second brother, take some men to verify its authenticity." Lu Yuliang slowly stood up: "If it is true, contact Director Zhang of the Security Bureau directly."

After saying that, he turned to his third brother: "Yu Hong, personally 'escort' General Manager Li to the Security Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Li Gangshan's face drained of color; he was filled with mixed emotions of joy and anger.

The good news is that although entering the Security Bureau can temporarily save his life, the Lu family has plenty of ways to ensure that he can "spend his old age in peace" inside.

The prospect of spending the rest of his life in prison is more agonizing than being killed outright—it's like being slowly cut with a dull knife, the most agonizing kind of torture.

However, Li Gangshan smiled bitterly at this moment, realizing that he truly had no other choice.

It's already a courtesy from the Lu family to have survived, considering the current rule of law in our society.

In fact, Li Gangshan's guess was quite accurate. The Lu family of today is no longer the bloodthirsty,江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) family that once lived on the edge.

Fighting and killing? That's the style of low-level gangsters.

True high-level players are all about killing without bloodshed.

Of course, if things really come to a critical moment, the Lu family will still choose to physically eliminate their opponents. After all, a century-old family always needs to have a few backup plans.

As for Li Gangshan? He's nothing more than a grasshopper in autumn.

From this day forward, Li Gangshan will no longer exist in the business world of Yifeng Province, nor will the Li family have any place to stand.

Even the powerful Lu family, who are backers of Li Gangshan, have no intention of letting them go.

A large group of people left the hall, leaving only Lu Xuan and Lu Yuliang.

Lu Yuliang leaned close to his father's ear: "Dad, those people from the capital will be here soon." He glanced at his watch. "I'll go outside to greet them."

If we want to take down the powerful backer behind the Li family, then we can only let our comrades in the capital handle it.

After all, those few held very high ranks in Yifeng Province.

"Hmm." Lu Xuan glanced outside; he could already sense the noise of vehicles entering the manor.

(End of this chapter)