One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning pierced through the thin smog over Beijing and fell generously on this villa district in the western suburbs, where land is incredibly valuable.

Several early-rising magpies landed on the branches, chirping and chattering, seemingly discussing the strange sight in the yard.

Inside the master bedroom on the second floor.

Wang Ye groggily got out of bed, his hair a messy tangle, and habitually walked to the French windows, pulling back the heavy curtains.

wow-

The glaring sunlight made him squint instinctively.

He yawned, scratched his belly, and glanced casually at the courtyard downstairs.

"Holy crap?"

Wang Ye rubbed his eyes, pressed his face against the glass, and looked at it carefully again.

In the courtyard downstairs, dozens of people were kneeling on the once meticulously manicured lawn.

It was that group of top assassins from last night, who were brimming with murderous intent and had threatened to wipe out the entire Wang family.

Their posture was uniform: kneeling with their backs straight, hands hanging at their sides, and heads slightly lowered.

Even though the concrete beneath their knees had cracked from the pressure, and even though their legs were swollen and purple, no one dared to move an inch.

And ahead of this group of people.

A figure dressed in dark red silk pajamas and old cloth shoes was carrying a pink plastic watering can, humming an unknown tune, and watering the group of people.

Zhang Taichu's flashy pajamas reflected an eerie luster in the sunlight, and his trousers were still a bit too short, revealing a few glistening dewdrops on his exposed ankles.

He walked up to the leader of the assassins.

That person was the same arrogant fellow from last night who wanted to seize the Feng Hou Qi Men.

At this moment, his arrogance had vanished completely. His pale face was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were unfocused, and his lips were dry and cracked.

Splash!

Zhang Taichu tilted the kettle, and a stream of clear water poured directly onto the man's head.

The water flowed down the person's hair, across their cheeks, and finally into their collar.

The man shuddered violently, but gritted his teeth and didn't dare to lift his eyelids, letting the water wash over his stiff facial muscles.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu shook his head, looking dissatisfied.

"Young people these days lack firepower."

"You're already all listless after kneeling all night?"

"It needs some watering, to give it a boost."

As he spoke, he picked up the kettle and swayed as he walked toward the next person.

On the second-floor terrace, Wang Ye watched this scene, feeling his head buzzing.

Is that your personality, senior?

Just then.

The door to the downstairs living room was suddenly kicked open.

"Xiaoye! Xiaoye!"

"Are you alright?!"

Wang Weiguo rushed out, carrying a titanium alloy golf club and wearing SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas, his face full of anxiety.

Behind him followed Butler Du, who also looked panicked and was holding a frying pan.

Clearly, the father and son had heard the commotion and got up early in the morning, ready to fight to the death.

"You dare touch my son! I'll fight you to the death..."

Wang Weiguo's roar was cut short, like a duck being choked.

Clang.

The expensive golf club in his hand fell to the ground and rolled twice.

Wang Weiguo stared wide-eyed at the black-clad men kneeling neatly in the courtyard, then at Zhang Taichu, who was watering the flowers with a pink watering can.

My brain crashed in an instant.

He has been navigating the business world for decades and has witnessed many significant events.

But this scene... he had never seen anything like it before.

"this……"

Wang Weiguo pointed at those people, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time:

"This is... our family's new security team?"

"Are they...in military training?"

Wang Ye also ran downstairs in slippers. Hearing his father's words, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Dad, put that golf club away."

Wang Ye walked over and helplessly pushed his father into the house:

"These aren't security guards, they're guests."

"Guest...guest?"

Wang Weiguo glanced back at the guests kneeling so hard their knees were about to break, and swallowed hard.

"When did our hospitality become so... hardcore?"

at this time.

Zhang Taichu had just finished watering the last pot of water.

He turned around, looked at Wang Weiguo who was standing dumbfounded at the door, and gave him a kind smile.

"Oh, so this must be Xiao Wang's dad?"

Zhang Taichu casually tossed the watering can aside, and it hit one of the assassins on the head with a dull thud.

The assassin didn't dare utter a sound and remained kneeling in the standard position.

"I am Zhang Taichu, your son's... well, I am considered an elder in your sect."

Zhang Taichu straightened the collar of his silk pajamas, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss with his attire.

I stayed overnight and slept okay.

"This mattress is too soft, it hurts my back."

Wang Weiguo was a worldly man after all. Although he didn't understand the situation, he could tell from the old Taoist priest's demeanor that this man was definitely not an ordinary person.

How could someone be an ordinary person to make dozens of obviously desperate guys kneel here like potted plants?

"Oh my! It's the Taoist priest who has arrived!"

Wang Weiguo quickly put on a warm smile, ignoring the golf clubs on the ground, and strode forward:

"We have been so poor in our hospitality!"

"That kid, why didn't he tell me you were coming sooner? I could have had someone change your bed to a firmer one!"

In the midst of this pleasantry...

A sudden and shrill cell phone ringtone broke the silence of the courtyard.

"The king summoned me to patrol the mountains~~ I'll take a stroll through the human world~~"

The sound came from the leader of the assassins' arms.

Swish!

The moment the bell rang.

The dozens of assassins who had been kneeling motionless on the ground trembled violently almost instinctively.

The leader's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

His eyes were filled with fear. He dared not accept the offer, nor did he dare not accept it. He could only stare intently at Zhang Taichu's toes, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

Zhang Taichu's originally kind smile faded slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at the leader's bulging chest.

Zhang Taichu stretched out his hand, palm up, and slightly hooked his fingers.

Whoosh.

A black cell phone seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, flying directly from the man's arms and landing steadily in Zhang Taichu's hand.

Two large characters flashed on the screen: Young Master.

Zhang Taichu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Wang Ye beside him.

Wang Ye leaned over to take a look, and his face instantly darkened.

"Wang Bing".

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name.

Zhang Taichu didn't say anything, but in front of everyone, he pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

"Feed? Useless trash!"

As soon as the call connected, a sharp, arrogant, and somewhat neurotic young male voice came from the other end:

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? Have you finished your work?"

"I'm telling you, don't kill that Wang Ke!"

"Sever his tendons and bring him before me!"

"This young master will personally use the Soul-Binding Technique to extract his soul bit by bit, and see if this top student from Wudang Mountain is a tough nut to crack or a coward!"

"And don't let his rich father get away with it either!"

"Hehehe... I heard his mom is quite well-preserved..."

The foul language on the other end of the phone poured out like a torrent of excrement, each word extremely vicious.

Wang Weiguo, who was standing at the door, turned ashen-faced and clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Wang Ye's eyes were red-rimmed, and the blue Qi around his body surged uncontrollably. If that Wang Bing were standing in front of him now, he would definitely tear this bastard to pieces without hesitation.

however.

Zhang Taichu remained expressionless.

He listened quietly to the shouting on the other end of the phone, as if he were listening to a mad dog barking wildly.

Until the other person seemed to have finished cursing, they paused for a moment and asked:

"Speak up! Are you mute?!"

Zhang Taichu then slowly brought the phone to his mouth.

His tone was flat, without the slightest ripple.

"Finished yelling?"

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback for a moment:

"Who are you? Where is the leader?"

Who I am is not important.

Zhang Taichu looked at the rising sun overhead and said lazily:

"The important thing is, I'm your grandfather."

"Damn it! You're asking for it! Do you know who I am? I'm from the Wang family..."

"I know."

Zhang Taichu interrupted him, his voice suddenly turning cold, like a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell:

"Wash your neck clean."

"Wait at home."

Click!

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

That rugged, tri-proof phone, in his hands, was like a crisp cookie, instantly bursting open.

Countless electronic components and shards of glass, mixed with twisted metal casings, turned into a pile of waste that fell through his fingers.

Until the last bit of powder hit the ground.

The courtyard fell silent once more.

Zhang Taichu patted the dust off his hands.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Chulan, who was standing not far away in a daze.

"Chu Lan".

"Ah? Yes! Uncle-Master!"

Zhang Chulan shuddered and quickly stood at attention.

"Prepare the car."

As Zhang Taichu spoke, he stepped towards the outside.

"Where are you going, Uncle?"

"Go to the Wang family."

Zhang Taichu's voice drifted over, yet it sent chills down the spines of everyone present:

"Give them to..."

"Send the bell."