The Ferocious God in the Celestial Master's Mansion

Scarface stared at Zhang Chulan, his eyes filled with struggle. Zhang Chulan's words struck him like a hammer blow. The words "country," "old chief," and "ten years in prison" sent chills down his spine, but his "reputation" from years of navigating the underworld was like a shackle binding his mouth. For a moment, he froze on the spot, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Chulan knew that the scales in the other man's heart were beginning to tip, so he decided to add fuel to the fire. He suddenly cleared his throat, stomped his foot, and shouted so loudly that the surrounding air seemed to shake: "Sister Bao'er! Come here!"

"Okay."

Feng Baobao's response was concise and to the point, revealing no emotion whatsoever. She turned her head left and right, glancing around before her gaze finally settled on a half-sized red brick in the corner. She bent down to pick it up, weighing it in her hand as if judging its feel.

The next second, under the astonished gazes of Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Scarface, Feng Baobao, carrying a brick, ran up to Zhang Chulan and, without thinking, swung her arm and slapped him across the face!

“Pah!”

After a muffled thud, Zhang Chulan let out an exaggerated scream: "Ah!"

He was spun halfway around by the brick, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, unable to get up for a long time. When he finally managed to stand up, clutching his cheek, half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, and blood was streaming down his nose, dripping onto his clothes and forming glaring red stains.

This whole operation left everyone present dumbfounded.

Wang Ye's mouth dropped open, and he forgot to hold the talisman tightly in his hand, which fell to the ground with a "thud." He finally understood why Na Du Tong's fees were so much higher than their competitors—their execution and ruthlessness were astounding; they were practically working with their lives on the line!

Zhuge Qing adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses filled with shock. He prided himself on his extensive experience, but he had never seen such a "cooperative" partner. They acted without hesitation, and without any mercy. This wasn't just a colleague; it was a life-or-death bond... no, it was a life-or-death "ruthless" person!

Scarface was dumbfounded. He looked at Zhang Chulan's swollen face and then at the brick that was still crumbling in Feng Baobao's hand. He swallowed and suddenly felt that the electric shock he had just received didn't seem so bad anymore.

Even Zhang Yulei, hiding in the shadows, almost lost control of his internal energy, a slight golden light flashing at his fingertips. He had lived for nearly a century, witnessing ruthless sparring among fellow disciples and deadly battles between enemies, but he had never seen such self-destructive behavior. These two jack-of-all-trades temporary workers had completely redefined his understanding of "superhumans."

Feng Baobao walked up to Zhang Chulan, stared at his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, for a few seconds, then suddenly gave him a thumbs up and said in a serious tone, "That's great!"

Zhang Chulan winced in pain, but upon hearing this, he still managed a forced smile and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He turned on the camera, walked up to the scarred man, pointed the phone lens at himself and the bound scarred man, and struck several grimacing, pitiful poses.

"Click, click..."

The sound of the camera shutter was exceptionally clear in the silent, abandoned building. Having taken enough photos, Zhang Chulan shoved the phone screen in front of the scarred man's face, his tone laced with undisguised smugness: "Look, see clearly? This is your incriminating evidence—ironclad proof of a pure, innocent virgin being violently beaten by you!"

He waved his phone and continued, "I've already submitted this evidence to the company. You know, we at NaDuTong are a united and loving family, and we can't tolerate bullying our own people. From now on, your name and appearance are on our company's 'blacklist'."

"You've beaten me up like this, how do you think you'll survive in the supernatural world?" Zhang Chulan leaned closer, his voice low but chilling. "Survive my ass! Wherever we, the All-Powerful Alliance, are, there's no place for you! Wherever you go, we'll 'take care' of you!"

The pained yet sly smile on his face made Scarface's skin crawl, and even Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing felt their teeth ache, wishing they could rush up and slap him—this kid truly took the word "sly" to the extreme.

Scarface's psychological defenses finally began to crumble under the blow of the brick and the barrage of threats. His lips trembled, and the stubbornness in his eyes was gradually replaced by fear.

Just then, a rapid cell phone ring broke the eerie atmosphere.

It's Wang Ye's phone.

Wang Ye quickly pulled out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and his brows furrowed instantly. He strode to the side and answered the call, but after only a few words, his face turned deathly pale, then flushed red, and finally became completely gloomy, like a dark cloud brewing a storm.

"……I see."

Those four words, squeezed out between clenched teeth, carried an indescribable chill. Wang Ye abruptly hung up the phone, turned to look at the scarred man, his calmness vanished without a trace, replaced by a raging fire of anger.

"Bang!"

Like an enraged lion, he instantly rushed in front of Scarface, grabbed the man by the neck, and forcefully lifted this much stronger man off the ground!

"Speak!" Wang Ye's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed rage. "Who sent you? Who else do you have outside? Speak now!"

The hand gripping Scarface's neck tightened, the knuckles turning white with the force. Scarface's tongue lolled out from the choking, his face turning purple, his legs kicking wildly as he struggled to breathe.

"Old Wang! Calm down!"

"Wang Ye, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan and Zhuge Qing rushed over to break up the fight. Zhang Chulan grabbed Wang Ye's arm, while Zhuge Qing tried to pry his hands off, fearing that he might actually strangle Wang Ye in his emotional state.

"Let me go!" Wang Ye roared, his force nearly throwing Zhang Chulan away. "These bastards! They can't handle me, so they've turned on my family!"

These words struck Zhang Chulan and Zhuge Qing like a thunderbolt, leaving them both stunned.

Wang Ye was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling with anger: "Just now, my dad was dragged into a car in broad daylight on the street! If it weren't for the quick reaction of my dad's bodyguards, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

"And my nephew!" He suddenly increased the pressure on his hand, and the scarred man let out a painful groan. "Almost at the same time, my nephew was almost kidnapped at the school gate! Those people are absolutely insane!"

Family is Wang Ye's bottom line. He can tolerate others scheming against him and bear the troubles brought by Feng Hou Qi Men, but he can never tolerate anyone harming his loved ones.

Thinking of the potential danger his father might face, and the fear that might flicker in his little nephew's clear eyes, Wang Ye's anger erupted like a volcano. He stared intently at the scarred man, as if he wanted to devour him alive: "I'll ask you one more time, who sent you? How many of you have outside? Speak now!"

Scarface's vision blurred from the pressure of the choking, his consciousness fading, but Wang Ye's words pierced his ears like ice picks. He hadn't expected that the person behind him would actually dare to target Wang Ye's family. This went beyond mere "surveillance"; it was blatant kidnapping and threat!

Zhang Chulan and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes. The situation had developed beyond their expectations.

"Old Wang, let go!" Zhang Chulan pressed down hard on Wang Ye's arm, his tone serious. "You'll strangle him like that! If he dies, we won't be able to get anything out of him! If you want to save your family, you have to get information out of him first!"

Zhuge Qing also said in a deep voice, "Old Wang, calm down! Now is not the time to act impulsively! Your father and nephew are safe for now. The most urgent thing is to find out who the mastermind is and what their next plan is!"

Wang Ye's chest heaved violently, and his hand gripping Scarface's neck trembled slightly. Looking at Scarface's contorted face in pain, and thinking of the potential danger his family might face, the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sliver of reason.

Yes, he can't let this person die. This person is currently the only lead.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye slowly released his grip.

With a "thud," Scarface fell back to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently, gasping for breath, tears and snot streaming down his face. His previous arrogance had vanished without a trace, leaving only the fear of surviving a close call.