Martial Arts Overlord!

At this moment, Lu Jin's face was extremely gloomy. The light in the corridor cast interlaced shadows on his face, and many things in his mind instantly connected together!

"Why are you forcing me? I just want to practice martial arts properly."

A powerful killing intent surged within Lu Jin.

Every word Chen Wei had just said was echoing in his mind.

Song Xiaolong, Heaven on Earth, Qiangsheng Group, Gao Zilu, Seven Days Later, endorsement...

These fragments fit together perfectly with the words on the document in the Eternal Night Ruins.

According to the clues obtained from the Eternal Night Ruins, seven days later, Lu Jin will die a tragic death in the Heaven and Earth Realm.

As for the cause of death, he was still unclear, but it was certainly related to Song Xiaolong.

As everyone knows, Song Xiaolong is closely connected with the Qiangsheng Group, which is naturally related to Gao Zilu as well.

Lu Jin had suspected from the beginning that Gao Zilu had ulterior motives for approaching him, and now it seems that he was right.

There's only one explanation!

That means the Qiangsheng Group is connected to a cult!

Lu Jin was worried about not being able to find any clues about this so-called cult, but now he knew about the clues.

We must strike hard!

Thinking about the clues of Eternal Night Return to Ruins, Lu Jin understood that the reason he would die in that club seven days later was definitely not because he went there himself, but because someone used Chen Wei as bait to lure him there step by step.

"People who might threaten to retaliate against us have no reason to remain in this world."

Lu Jin clapped his hands and snorted coldly.

Chen Wei stood to the side, feeling a chill run down his spine from the icy aura emanating from Lu Jin.

He opened his mouth, his voice filled with cautious fear: "Brother Lu Jin, please don't do anything foolish!"

You have a bright future ahead of you; there's no need to ruin it over someone like Song Xiaolong. He's just a desperate criminal, not worth risking your life for. At worst, I'll just turn him down and be more careful in the future.

Although everyone knows Song Xiaolong isn't a good person, without evidence, he's still a law-abiding citizen. If you kill him, even the gym owner can't protect you.

"Of course I wouldn't do anything foolish." Lu Jin interrupted him, his expression calm, and patted Chen Wei's shoulder with a light touch.

"Don't worry, he won't be a legal citizen for long."

Chen Wei: "?"

"Go to the shop and wait for me. I'll be there in a few hours, and then you'll know what to do."

Chen Wei was momentarily stunned. He didn't know what Lu Jin was going to do, but he knew that Lu Jin wanted Song Xiaolong to disappear.

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but ultimately didn't, deciding to resolutely follow Lu Jin's arrangements.

He's afraid of offending Song Xiaolong, but he doesn't want to get involved with him. What should he do?

I can't let someone like Song Xiaolong keep me up at night.

Since that's the case, then let Song Xiaolong disappear.

Lu Jin didn't resort to a violent attack on their door; doing so would make him a murderer who had murdered a law-abiding citizen.

Given his current status, he has nine ways to destroy Pingshui City with his weapons and cannons!

Nine types!

Immediately, as his mental strength and willpower increased, Lu Jin's third eye between his eyebrows opened.

His skill became increasingly terrifying, and the illusions he instilled in those with weaker mental strength were lasting longer and longer.

"You don't necessarily have to kill someone yourself."

Lu Jin's lips curled up, his Heavenly Eye disappeared, and then he vanished into the bustling streets of the inner city.

...

At the same time, on the most bustling commercial street in the inner city of Pingshui, the neon sign of the Heaven and Earth Entertainment Club was particularly dazzling in the night.

In the deepest private room on the top floor, Gao Zilu sat on the sofa, legs crossed, looking down at her newly done manicure, a stark contrast to the radiant young lady she was at the martial arts gym.

At this moment, her face showed no extraneous expression, only a cold focus.

A middle-aged man in a suit leaned back on the sofa, a cigar between his fingers, the smoke rising slowly in the dim light.

He was a burly man with an old scar on his face that ran diagonally from his brow bone to his chin.

"Young Miss, I've already asked you to invite Chen Wei over in seven days to discuss the endorsement deal. Is there anything else I need to do?"

Song Xiaolong flicked the ash from his cigar, speaking casually as if he were reporting what he had eaten that evening.

Gao Zilu didn't look up, only staring at her manicured nails, her voice as cold as ice: "No need. If that guy surnamed Lu is accommodating within these seven days, then we'll be fine. But if he still doesn't know what's good for him after seven days..."

She raised her eyes, and the coldness in them made Song Xiaolong, a seasoned veteran of decades in the underworld, unconsciously sit up straight.

"I took the initiative to approach him, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless."

Seven days is the final deadline. If he still cannot be won over, then lure him over under the guise of inviting Chen Wei, and first use money to entice him.

If that still doesn't work, then we'll have to let this genius perish; this is his last chance.

The Qiangsheng Group has an inseparable relationship with the Holy Church.

This chess piece had been buried in Pingshui City for twenty years. After the Holy Divine Sect helped Gao Qiqiang rise to power, they never contacted him again. If it weren't for Lu Jin's talent attracting the attention of the Hall Master, this chess piece would never have been used.

Twenty years of forbearance were all for the purpose of being put to use at a crucial moment.

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaolong immediately scoffed, "Indeed, what is this guy surnamed Lu? Our Miss Gao took the initiative to pursue him, and he didn't even give her a kind look. Don't worry, Miss, I know what to do."

"He is very talented and very strong. We need to be fully prepared and do it cleanly when the time comes, otherwise we will get ourselves into trouble."

"Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing many times. I guarantee they won't find anything. The forensic report will only have four words."

"Died suddenly!"

"If all else fails, you can just blame it on that cult organization. This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice."

At this point, Song Xiaolong, with a cigar in his mouth, held up four fingers and said disdainfully, "So what if he's talented and strong?"

Song Xiaolong patted his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, the knuckles cracking. The scar on his face looked particularly ferocious in the dim light. "I, Song Xiaolong, have practiced boxing for decades, and I'm still as tough as ever!"

Gao Zilu stood up, picked up her bag from the sofa armrest, and walked towards the door in her high heels.

Song Xiaolong quickly stubbed out his cigar and got up to see her out.

The sound of high heels in the corridor gradually faded away until it disappeared at the elevator entrance.

A moment later, Song Xiaolong returned to the private room, lit another cigar, and took a deep drag.

He leaned back on the sofa, gazing at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

What martial arts genius, what true disciple? In his eyes, he was nothing more than a kid who hadn't even grown his first hair.

Song Xiaolong has spent most of his life struggling in this city, and the number of lives he has taken is no less than double digits.

Practicing martial arts? Without reaching a certain level, how can you withstand a bomb with sufficient explosive force?

He didn't believe that Lu Jin had reached this level!

Even monsters aren't that fast.

As darkness fell, just as Song Xiaolong was about to go to rest, the door to the private room was suddenly flung open from the outside.

A young man with dyed yellow hair stumbled in, his face looking like he had seen a ghost. Sweat made his hair stick together in clumps, his chest heaving violently, and he was panting so hard he could barely speak.

Song Xiaolong frowned, took the cigar out of his mouth, and sternly reprimanded, "What's the panic? If the sky falls, your brother Long will hold it up. Stand at attention and speak!"

Yellow Hair bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily for several moments before finally catching his breath.

He raised his head, his lips trembling, his voice shrill and off-key!

"Something's happened! Brother Long... our men... just now... wrecked that place on the next street... and... and they ran into a big shot!"

Song Xiaolong leaned back on the sofa, picked up his cigar, took another puff, and slowly exhaled smoke from his nostrils. His tone was calm, even tinged with a hint of impatience:

"Which big shot is it? As long as no one died, some compensation will suffice."

Is it really worth panicking over something so trivial?

"I've told you countless times, in this small corner of the inner city, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low, but my men, Song Xiaolong's men, don't need to be so scared of everyone they meet that they wet their pants."

The blond-haired man's face turned even paler, so pale that it seemed as if his dyed blond hair had faded a bit.

At that moment, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times, his mouth opened and closed, and finally, as if he had used all his strength, he managed to squeeze the words out of his throat.

"A rising martial arts prodigy, a member of the Martial Arts Association, and a true disciple of the Tianlong Martial Arts School... Lu Jin."

"Who?!"

Song Xiaolong jumped up from the sofa as if he had been electrocuted, the cigar between his fingers fell to the ground, and a few sparks flew up.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the trembling subordinate before him. His composure and calmness shattered, replaced by an undisguised panic.

"Who did this?! What did you do?! Who gave you permission to wreck his place?! Is anyone dead?!"

Song Xiaolong's tone was filled with panic, completely losing his composure from before.

He just hoped that no one had died and that Lu Jin hadn't gotten into trouble; otherwise, with the evidence conclusive, Song Xiaolong would have nowhere to run.

You should know that even if he dares to make a move against Lu Jin seven days later, he wouldn't dare to use his own name.

His underlings were bolder than he was.

"It was Zhang Wu. Half an hour ago, he went crazy for some reason and set fire to a shop that Lu Jin had a stake in. And then... the shop owner's son is from the Tianlong Martial Arts School... his name is Chen Wei..."

"Lu Jin just happened to be there too!"

"Zhang Wu was caught red-handed and beaten to death!"

"asshole!!!"

Suddenly, Song Xiaolong roared, "Who gave Zhang Wu the orders! Who!!"

"Who tried to harm me?!"

"Brother Long... no one knows who ordered Zhang Wu..."

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaolong slumped helplessly onto the sofa. No one knew who had given the order to Zhang Wu.

Then this matter won't be left like this; to put it more bluntly, this is an attempt to murder Lu Jin.

To openly murder a martial arts association member and the honorary captain of the police station.

hiss!

Song Xiaolong's face turned deathly pale, completely devoid of color!

"Damn it!"

In an instant, Song Xiaolong immediately kicked his subordinate out, then made a phone call. Once the call connected, his expression became incredibly obsequious, completely abandoning any semblance of a boss.

"It's me, Xiao Song, the boss!"

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