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Lin Renhou bowed deeply and whispered in my ear:

"Young Master, the auspicious time has arrived."

Funeral music filled the air as a white mourning curtain fell.

Wang Qinshou stood before the altar.

His gaze slowly swept over his siblings and cousins.

A slight smile curved her lips.

His voice was deep and cold, and his aura dominated the entire venue.

"With Father gone, I am now in charge of the Wang family. Everyone, listen to my command, the funeral procession begins."

"The auspicious time has arrived—the funeral procession begins!"

The emcee's words had barely finished, and the last syllables were still lingering in the air.

boom--!!

The heavy courtyard gate was kicked to pieces, sending splinters flying through the air.

It brushed against someone's cheek, leaving a burning sting.

Zhang Hongling walked in slowly, her heels clicking crisply on the bluestone slabs, drowning out the noise in the middle of the arena.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back beside her, saying nothing, his gaze fixed on the center of the mourning hall.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone's throats tighten, and the entire room felt suffocated, with no one daring to breathe even a little louder.

Zhang Hongling's gaze swept over the rows of white banners, and she said coldly:

"I, Zhang Hongling, am here. Whom are you all in such a hurry to bury?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the mournful music played intermittently, making my eardrums feel stuffy.

Zhang Jingjiu trembled, his knees buckling slightly.

He staggered forward, his fingertips trembling, his voice cracking with a shaky lilt:

"Sister...is that you? You're not dead?"

Zhang Hongling looked at him and nodded gently, her tone calm:

"younger brother."

Lin Renhou slammed his hand on the table, his palm hitting the surface painfully.

His stern rebuke was so loud it made one's eardrums ring:

"Bold and cunning woman!

How dare she impersonate the matriarch of the Wang family and disrupt the mourning hall! Throw her out!

Wang Qinshou's face was deathly pale, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

His finger trembled as he pointed at her, his voice hoarse from screaming:

"Where did this imposter come from, daring to impersonate my mother! My mother died a long time ago!"

Zhang Hongling glanced at him sideways, took a light step forward, and stared directly into his eyes.

Wang Qinshou was intimidated by that gaze, and a chill instantly ran down his spine.

I instinctively took a half step back, my heel hit the stool leg, and I almost fell.

Reporters swarmed around her, shoving microphones in front of Zhang Hongling, the noise so intense it hurt her eardrums.

"By trespassing on a funeral, you have disrupted public order and will be detained!"

Did you know?

"Intentionally impersonating someone else constitutes fraud and carries a criminal liability!"

Did you know?

"Appearing suddenly at this moment, impersonating the matriarch of the Wang family,"

Are they after the royal family's wealth?

The guests erupted in uproar, their voices a cacophony of whispers and shouts.

Some people were spitting and their faces were full of disdain:

"Bah! You deliberately sabotaged the funeral! What were you up to!"

"Impersonating a deceased person, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"Get out! Get out now, stop causing trouble!"

Lin Renhou clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white:

"Guards, drag her out and break both her legs!"

Several bodyguards in black grinned menacingly and pounced, their footsteps stomping heavily on the ground.

With a strong gust of wind, it was about to grab Zhang Hongling's arm.

Zhang Jingjiu stood in front of Zhang Hongling, his arms outstretched.

His shoulders were stiff, and he shouted sharply:

"Who dares to touch my sister!"

Lin Renhou stepped forward, his heel scraping the ground, and said coldly:

"Mr. Zhang, she's just a stand-in!"

Zhang Jingjiu turned his head abruptly, his neck stiff, his eyes filled with astonishment:

"substitute?"

Wang Qinshou quickly nodded in agreement, speaking so fast he was breathless:

"Yes! A body double!"

My mom personally trained the stuntman for safety reasons!

Attend dangerous events in her place!

Zhang Hongling chuckled and slowly crossed her arms.

His fingertips lightly touched his forearm, his tone full of sarcasm:

"I myself didn't even know I had a body double, but you guys seem to know very well."

Lin Renhou rebuked in a stern voice:

"You imposter, don't try to deny it! You still want to impersonate my mistress!"

Zhang Hongling raised her hand and took out a walnut wood box that she treasured with her, and steadily handed it forward.

The voice was calm and resolute:

"Brother, look."

Zhang Jingjiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Fingertips trembled slightly, and a tightness appeared in the throat:

"It's a motorcycle gift I made for Aiji."

Zhang Hongling lightly tapped the model inside the box with her fingertip:

"You personally polished it, engraving his birthday on it. How could it be fake?"

Zhang Jingjiu reached out and touched the model, his eyes instantly reddening.

Fingertips traced the crescent-shaped notch, and the body trembled slightly.

"I remember this notch! I was too heavy-handed when I carved it."

It was only through gradual refinement that the moon was finally shaped into its current form.

Lin Renhou's face was grim as he pressed closer.

"Objects can be imitated, but bloodlines cannot be faked."

Are you brave enough to get a paternity test?

"Stubbornness won't work; do you dare to do a paternity test?"

Wang Qinshou was slightly taken aback, his mind went blank, and he blurted out in agreement:

"what?"

Lin Renhou subtly raised his chin, his eyes quickly sweeping over him, signaling that he could rest assured.

Wang Qinshou immediately understood, felt relieved, and shouted in a louder voice:

"Do you dare to do it?"

Zhang Hongling spoke calmly, her tone completely unwavering:

"What's there to be afraid of? However—"

Wang Qinshou instinctively replied, his heart suddenly racing:

"But what?"

Zhang Jingjiu stepped forward, his back ramrod straight, and said in a deep voice:

"My sister's point is that if we're going to do this, we should use a neutral organization, and you're not allowed to interfere."

I'll choose an organization, you guys don't have any objections, right?

Lin Renhou raised his hand in a gesture of indifference, his fingertips lightly tapping the seam of his trousers:

"As you wish!"

Zhang Hongling nodded decisively, without the slightest hesitation:

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Wang Qinshou quickly tugged at Lin Renhou's sleeve, his voice extremely low, his fingertips tingling:

"Uncle Lin!"

Lin Renhou patted his shoulder, his touch steady and firm, his voice reassuring and reassuring:

"rest assured."

Wang Qinshou's heart skipped a beat, and he was secretly surprised and suspicious, his mind racing:

Did Uncle Lin already bribe all the appraisal agencies?

Medical staff from the selected institution then entered the room; the sound of their gloves rubbing together was clearly audible.

Blood samples were taken on-site strictly according to the procedure. The needle pierced the skin, and the slight stinging sensation seemed to penetrate the entire room.

The entire process was recorded live on camera, with red lights flashing continuously. Blood samples were immediately sent for testing, and footsteps hurriedly faded into the distance.

A moment later, the staff arrived with the appraisal report.

He crumpled the paper, walked solemnly to the center of the room, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Test results: Zhang Hongling and Wang Qinshou are not related by blood."

Zhang Hongling's face turned deathly pale, her breath caught in her throat, and she swayed.

He nearly lost his balance, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, his voice trembling:

"How could that be?"

Zhang Jingjiu gasped in shock, his throat tightening, and after a long pause, he managed to utter:

"Could it be? No way!"

Wang Qinshou was stunned for a moment, then burst into wildly joyful laughter, laughing until his voice was hoarse and his whole body was trembling:

"I knew she was a fraud! She really is a liar!"

Lin Renhou's face was ruthless, and his eyes were sinister.

He shouted sharply, his voice making the mourning hall vibrate:

"Since it's a fake, seize it and kill it!"

The bodyguards instantly lunged forward with sinister grins, their footsteps thundering and their roars piercing the air.

"Impersonator, daring to run wild in the Wang family."

"Attack her together and cripple her!"

Zhang Jingjiu stepped in front of him, spreading his arms to block him completely, and shouted sharply, his voice trembling but firm:

"Wait! Something's wrong with this!"

Lin Renhou's eyes turned cold, revealing a murderous intent, and he shouted sharply:

"Ignore him, go!"

The bodyguards, wielding batons, charged forward fiercely, the batons whistling through the air.

With a strong gust of wind, it was about to smash hard into Zhang Hongling!

Those around them paled, their hearts clenched, and they gasped in shock.

"That's it! A few more blows and she'll be crippled!"

"Serves her right for being so blind as to cause trouble at the Wang family's house!"

In that instant, a cacophony of noise, screams, and the whistling of sticks filled my ears.

Lu Xuan stepped forward slowly, his steps steady, his gaze fixed ahead.

He stood firmly in front of Zhang Hongling, his tone indifferent yet resolute, each word striking deeply.

"With me here, no one can touch her."

Before he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, the air seemed to freeze, and his eardrums vibrated.

Bang--!!

Bang--!!

Bang--!!

The bodyguards who rushed forward were all blasted away by an invisible force.

His body crashed heavily to the ground, his bones aching terribly, and he fainted on the spot.

"ah--!!"

"Whoa—!!"

"Ugh—!!"

Screams erupted one after another, then the entire arena fell silent instantly.

You could hear a pin drop, and even breathing was clearly audible.

Lin Renhou's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat poured down his back. He knew he had encountered a ruthless person he could not contend with.

He immediately bowed deeply, smiling obsequiously, his waist bent extremely low, feigning apology, his tone fawning:

"Madam, please forgive us! Yesterday's fire did not yield any bodies."

We simply assumed you had unfortunately perished, and that we were foolish!

As he spoke, he approached slowly and discreetly.

His footsteps were so light they were almost silent, and his gaze was fixed intently on Zhang Hongling.

Just a step away, wrist slightly lowered.

The fingertip presses the hidden mechanism of the business watch on the wrist, the movement so fast it's almost imperceptible.

A barely perceptible, high-pressure, colorless poisonous mist silently shot towards Zhang Hongling's face.

It arrives in an instant, carrying a faint fragrance.

Lu Xuan slightly raised his eyelids, but his gaze remained fixed.

With a light flick of the fingertip, the movement was slow and unhurried.

The poisonous mist suddenly reversed direction, carrying a strong wind, and slammed back into Lin Renhou's mouth and nose.

Lin Renhou's face turned ashen, and he felt excruciating pain churning within his internal organs.

A metallic taste rose in my throat, and my whole body convulsed.

Knowing he was doomed, a mad, resolute glint appeared in his eyes.

A bitter laugh, the voice hoarse and broken:

"Back then, I was set up and ended up owing a huge amount of high-interest loans."

Another family member fell seriously ill.

My family was almost destroyed, but my grandfather saved us.

Over the years, I've done countless dirty things for the master, my hands are stained with blood.

I don't want to do it, but I have to.

Today, all is well. In the next life, may we never meet again!

Before he could finish speaking, he pressed down hard on the remote control with his fingertips, his knuckles turning white.

Boom boom boom—!!!

Bombs exploded one after another around the funeral hall, flames shot into the sky, and smoke stung people's eyes.

The beams and pillars collapsed, stones fell, the ground trembled violently, and eardrums went numb from the shock.

Just as the shockwave struck,

A strong wind carrying smoke and dust rushed towards their faces, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes to avoid it.

Lu Xuan's figure flashed, so fast that only a blur remained.

He moved several meters to the side with Zhang Hongling, avoiding a direct impact.

The movements were effortless, requiring almost no energy.

Neither of them had a single strand of hair disheveled; they seemed to be completely isolated from all chaos.

The next second, dozens of assassins broke through the windows and stormed in, taking advantage of the thick smoke.

The sound of shattering glass was deafening. He held a gun in one hand and a tactical knife in the other, their metal gleaming coldly.

The bullet left the barrel instantly, its whistling sound deafening, and hurtled towards Zhang Hongling!

Wang Qinshou was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

It crawled around frantically, using both hands and feet, crying until its voice was hoarse:

"Father! Help me! Father, where are you?!"

He dialed frantically, his fingers shaking so badly he could barely press the keys.

The phone rang repeatedly.

No one answered the phone, and a sense of despair gripped my heart.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? Answer it now!"

Lu Xuan's eyes turned cold, and a vast pressure swept out.

The surrounding noise instantly faded away, and it felt as if he were the only person left in the world.

The word fell, clear and powerful, piercing the entire arena:

"Certainly!"

All the assassins froze on the spot, unable to move, their expressions frozen.

The bullets whistling through the air froze in mid-air, hovering motionless, their metallic sheen clearly visible.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and waved it lightly, his tone indifferent as ice, devoid of any emotion:

"roll."

Dozens of assassins were swept up as if by a whirlwind, their bodies out of control.

They smashed through the wall in unison, the sound echoing everywhere, and a group of people screamed and fainted.

The bullets fell to the ground with a rustling sound, hitting the bluestone slabs and kicking up fine dust.

Ding ding ding—!

In less than three breaths, all the assassins were eliminated, the crisis was resolved, and only smoke and dust remained in the mourning hall.

Lin Renhou's poison took full effect. His body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

The oppressive aura slowly dissipated, and Lu Xuan froze, his face ashen white.

A sweet taste rose in my throat, followed by a metallic taste. I managed to sway, but my legs went weak, and I almost collapsed.

Zhang Hongling's expression changed drastically, and her heart tightened.

She rushed forward and took his arm, her fingertips touching his cold sleeve, her voice trembling:

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Lu Xuan's voice was slightly hoarse and tinged with fatigue as he spoke, though his tone remained steady:

"fine."

The entire venue fell silent. Smoke and dust slowly settled, landing on our shoulders, the dust scalding hot.