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

Chapter 391 A Big Shot Who Only Appears on Television

Distinguished guests arrive
Three ordinary-looking black sedans were slowly driving up the passageway outside the gilded gate of the Lu Family Manor.

The car body has no markings, and the windows are covered with the darkest explosion-proof film, completely obscuring the view inside. Only when the car is driven by does it reflect a cold, hard metallic luster.

At this moment, the Lu family bodyguards, who had been waiting in line on both sides of the gate, were all dressed in black suits, with their earpieces hidden at the edge of their collars, their hands folded in front of their abdomens, and their backs straight.

They had clearly received advance notice, but they didn't relax in the slightest. Their sharp eyes swept over the slowly coming to a stop, their breathing subconsciously becoming lighter, and even the curve of their clothes being lifted by the breeze seemed particularly solemn, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

The visitor who commanded such respect from the entire Lu family was no ordinary person.

At the front of the crowd, Lu Yuliang, dressed in a well-fitting dark black suit, kept his gaze fixed on the car in the middle of the convoy from the moment it appeared.

When the faint sound of the tires rubbing against the ground stopped, a barely perceptible hint of solemnity flashed across his eyes, and he confirmed once again in his heart: this was the distinguished guest he had specially waited for today.

Behind the tinted car window sat a powerful figure who could determine the fate of Yifeng Province.

The sole purpose of this mysterious guest who came all the way from the capital was to uproot the protection behind Li Gangshan.

Lu Yuliang's wrinkled eyes twitched slightly, and a surge of indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

Lu Yuliang believed he had long since cultivated a calm and composed mindset, but the beating of his chest at this moment could not deceive himself.

Even at the height of his career, Lu Yuliang never dared to hope that he would be able to meet this person in person.

To him, it was more like a distant and majestic symbol, and he never imagined that he would have a day when he could come into close contact with it.

As Lu Yuliang was pondering, the door of the black sedan in the middle slowly opened, and the soft sound of the metal hinges turning was particularly clear on the quiet street.

Similarly, almost the instant the car door opened, Lu Yuliang subconsciously held his breath, and even the breaths of the bodyguards around him seemed to freeze.

The solemn atmosphere in the air froze instantly, and even the wind seemed to stand still, not daring to disturb this moment of reverence.

There was a sense of awe for the highest levels of power, trepidation at facing legends, and a touch of unease that even he himself was unaware of.

Lu Yuliang's heart was churning with emotions, but when he thought of his father's calm and composed face, all his chaotic emotions seemed to be paused and gradually calmed down.

In my memory, my father's face always carried a calm and composed air.

Whether facing business predicaments or interpersonal entanglements, there was never any panic in his eyes, as if as long as he was there, there was no problem that could not be solved.

Lu Yuliang suddenly realized that the important figure in front of him was not only here to eliminate Li Gangshan's backer, but more importantly, he had come to pay his respects to his father.

This respect, which transcends social class, was earned by the father through a lifetime of prestige.

The fact that I am able to stand here and have the opportunity to meet such a distinguished person is ultimately due to my father's influence and connections.

Once he understood this, the tension in Lu Yuliang's throat quietly dissipated.

His body, which had been leaning slightly forward, straightened up unconsciously, and when his gaze returned to the open car door, only a perfect amount of solemnity and respect remained.

Lu Yuliang also straightened his suit and tie, and stood up straight—he represented the Lu family and could not tarnish his father's reputation.

The driver, who got out of the car immediately, almost ran around to the back seat. His fingertips touched the door handle with a bit of caution. With a soft "click", the door was steadily opened.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of shiny black leather shoes, followed by a middle-aged or elderly man dressed in black casual clothes slowly getting off the bus.

The upper body is a soft, high-quality cotton casual jacket, paired with a pair of crisp black trousers. There are no superfluous decorations, yet it exudes a calm and composed demeanor that doesn't need to be deliberately displayed.

His hair was combed meticulously, and the parting was so neat it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler.

However, a few sparse strands of white hair were mixed in with his jet-black hair, which made his not-so-outstanding face look more gentle with the passage of time.

Judging by his appearance alone, anyone would think he is just an ordinary man in his fifties, showing no signs of being an "important person".

The moment his feet touched the ground, the doors of both cars in front and behind him opened almost simultaneously.

Two middle-aged and elderly people emerged from the same building, dressed similarly in black casual wear, with neatly combed hair, and even exuding the same unhurried aura.

They didn't rush forward, but stood tacitly on either side of the elderly man at the head of the group, their gazes calmly sweeping over the Lu family mansion before them.

Although the three elderly people did not utter a single word, they added an invisible sense of oppression to the already heavy atmosphere around them.

Even a fool could tell that these three elderly people who had come all the way from the capital were no ordinary people.

As soon as the three elderly people stood still, a series of neat and uniform footsteps came from behind them.

Six guards in light gray uniforms followed closely behind, their crisp uniforms making them appear even more upright. Their shoulders were straight as a ruler, and the buttons on their cuffs were fastened tightly without a single wrinkle.

Their strides were so precise it was as if they had been meticulously calculated; the sound of each step almost overlapped perfectly, with not a trace of disorder.

What's even more striking is that the six men kept their right hands in a fixed position at their waists, with their elbows slightly bent and their fingertips no more than two fingers' distance from their belts.

That's muscle memory formed from carrying a gun for years and being constantly on guard.

Even though they were currently within the guarded area of ​​the Lu family mansion, their ingrained vigilance did not falter in the slightest, silently demonstrating their professionalism, which was far beyond that of ordinary security personnel.

Lu Yuliang's gaze lingered on the six guards for a moment, and he quickly made a judgment in his mind—they were definitely not just professional bodyguards.

Besides the keenness and composure honed from years of missions, he also sensed a familiar aura emanating from the group.

It was a feeling of tension in the muscles and strength, a subtle trace of force exertion in the joints as one walked, exactly like the stance of my second brother, Lu Yulong, a master of Chinese martial arts.

It seems that with just a signal, these guards can instantly switch from "guarding" to "attacking" mode, and the power hidden in their punches and kicks is far beyond what ordinary security guards can match.

As soon as Lu Yuliang withdrew his gaze from the guard, he immediately stepped forward quickly, his steps steady and unhurried. His hands were already naturally open in front of him, palms slightly upward, his posture full of respect but not obsequiousness.

"Hello, Leader Huang!" His voice was clear and steady, with just the right amount of enthusiasm. "I am Lu Yuliang from the Lu family. It is truly an honor for our entire Lu family that you have come all the way from the capital!"

As he spoke, Lu Yuliang steadily extended his hand to the other person, his fingertips slightly clenched, maintaining a polite distance while revealing his utmost sincerity.

The elderly man at the head of the group—who was Huang Tangming's superior—looked at the outstretched hand and smiled gently, showing no airs of a superior.

He slowly raised his right hand, his well-defined fingers gently clasping Lu Yuliang's hand with just the right amount of pressure. He held it for only two symbolic seconds before letting go, and replied in a calm tone, "Yes, Mr. Lu, you're too kind."

Leader Huang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring quality that instantly bridged the gap between them. Hearing Leader Huang's response, Lu Yuliang's anxiety subsided completely, and the smile on his face became even more genuine.

He bowed slightly, his tone becoming increasingly respectful: "Not at all, Leader Huang, you are a true benefactor to our Lu family. It is our honor to have you here in person."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuliang's gaze naturally turned to the two elderly men on either side of Leader Huang, his tone carrying just the right amount of inquiry: "Leader Huang, who are these two gentlemen...?"

Although he already had some guesses in his mind—that the person who could walk alongside Huang Tangming was no ordinary person, but must be a big figure in the political arena of the Dragon Kingdom who could stir up the winds and waves.

However, in such situations, it is essential to confirm the proper etiquette, as this shows respect and can prevent any impolite oversights later on.

"These two are here for inspection..." Huang Tangming paused slightly at this point, not continuing, but his tone carried a tacit understanding that needed no further explanation.

Lu Yuliang immediately understood.

Having navigated the treacherous waters of officialdom for many years, he understood best the profound meaning hidden in such understated words—the word "inspection" was uttered, and combined with the scene before him, the answer was already clear.

This was exactly what he had guessed: only the power from the capital could have the confidence to challenge Li Gangshan's backers.

It should be noted that Li Gangshan's backers are involved with several high-ranking figures in Yifeng Province, and their intricate connections have long penetrated the local area, making them difficult for local forces to easily shake.

Only people sent from the capital, with sufficient authority and deterrence, can completely sever this mess. This is why Lu Yuliang's previously anxious heart has finally been put at ease.

"Hello." Lu Yuliang extended his hand to the elderly man on his left first, his tone still respectful.

"Hello, Mr. Lu." The other person raised his hand to shake hands, his voice steady, without any unnecessary pleasantries.

Then he turned to the old man on his right and greeted him politely in the same way. The whole process was brief and proper, neither impolite nor wasteful of time.

During the small talk, Lu Yuliang keenly noticed that Huang Tangming, the leader beside him, seemed somewhat distracted.

His gaze occasionally swept across the gate of the Lu family mansion, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were searching for something. He was clearly not paying attention to the pleasantries in front of him, but rather waiting for someone important.

As expected, as soon as Lu Yuliang finished his pleasantries, Huang Tangming stepped forward directly, skipping all formalities, and asked bluntly, "Is Old Master Lu inside?"

"Yes, Mr. Huang, please come in." Lu Yuliang responded almost instinctively, stepping aside to make way for the path into the villa.

He had long anticipated that the important figure's main purpose in coming here was never to deal with insignificant people like himself, but rather to pay homage to his father.

Huang Tangming and Lu Yuliang stepped into the villa almost side by side, their solid wood floors making no sound underfoot.

After passing through the entryway and turning past the screen, the scene in the living room suddenly unfolded, and his gaze immediately locked onto the figure in the main seat.

This powerful figure in charge of the Dragon Kingdom's intelligence system paused slightly upon seeing Lu Xuan.

The next moment, Huang Tangming quickened his pace unconsciously, his tone filled with genuine warmth: "Grandpa, it's been so many years! You are still as radiant and awe-inspiring as ever!"

As Huang Lao's second son, Huang Tangming had been familiar with Lu Xuan's appearance since he could remember.

When he was a child, he often heard his father talk about this guard who was "capable of stopping thousands of troops".

After witnessing Lu Xuan defeat the villains with his unfathomable fist techniques and even dodge bullets with his bare hands, Huang Tangming regarded him as the most invincible being in his heart—without exception.

Although the old man in front of me was old, he still sat upright like a pine tree, and the sharpness in his eyes had not diminished at all.

Huang Tangming, who had previously maintained a certain composure in officialdom, now seemed to have shed all his airs.

The man in his fifties quickened his pace unconsciously, almost walking briskly forward, his hands already outstretched in front of him, his posture full of the eagerness of a junior meeting an elder, completely lacking the composure he showed when facing others.

Lu Xuan, sitting in the main seat, slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Huang Tangming with a somewhat inexplicable meaning.

However, he did not sit for long. His seemingly aged body slowly stood up, extended his hand, and firmly clasped Huang Tangming's hand.

At this moment, what Lu Xuan was thinking about was the original owner's memories of Huang Tangming.

From a child playing around his father's knees to a young adult gradually showing his talent, those moments are as clear as yesterday.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, his voice carrying a hint of mellowness honed by time: "Yes, Tang Ming, long time no see."

Huang Tangming held Lu Xuan's hand, his knuckles tightening slightly, his tone filled with undisguised excitement, without a trace of false politeness: "Grandpa, I never thought I would be able to see you again in my lifetime. I have no regrets in this life."

This is not just a polite remark.

When the news came that Lu Xuan had suddenly retired from his father's side and returned to Yingnan City to retire with his legendary past, Huang Tangming felt a deep sense of loss.

He always felt that the legendary figure of Chinese martial arts, who had been like a "guardian" in his childhood, would completely fade from their lives, and they would never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.

Today, being able to hold this legendary old man's hand in person and see his still robust appearance fills me with joy and satisfaction that is beyond words.

"Grandpa, my father has always thought of you too," Huang Tangming's voice was still filled with unresolved excitement. He held Lu Xuan's hand tightly, not letting go, but instead tightening his grip, completely unaware of his loss of composure.

"It's a pity that his health has been poor these past two years, and he really can't withstand the long journey. He can't come to welcome you in person, so he can only ask me to pass on a message."

This demeanor completely stunned Lu Yuliang, who was standing to the side—he had never seen Huang Tangming so unpretentious.

This leader, who is usually calm, composed, and authoritative in the news, was now holding his elder's hand like a junior, unwilling to let go, and even his tone carried a childlike dependence.

Even the two elderly people beside Huang Tangming, who had remained calm throughout, couldn't help but raise their eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

They had known Huang Tangming for many years and knew him well. He was reserved and rarely showed such genuine emotions in front of outsiders. The scene at this moment was truly beyond their expectations.

"Yes, I will personally go to the capital in a while." Lu Xuan's tone was as calm as if he were talking about an ordinary little thing, without any extra preamble.

"Huh?" Huang Tangming's eyes widened suddenly, and his grip on her hand loosened involuntarily. He asked in surprise, "Grandpa, can your body withstand such a long journey?"

He subconsciously thought of Lu Xuan's age, and remembered that the other party had long since retired to a life of leisure, and subconsciously worried about the effects of the arduous journey on the old man's health.

Faced with this urgent concern, Lu Xuan did not offer much explanation, but simply said, "It's alright, I have my own arrangements."

Although her voice was soft, it conveyed a sense of composure as if she had planned everything out in advance, making it impossible for anyone to press her for more information.

(End of this chapter)