The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Tong Dahai looked in the direction Chen Xiaoyu was pointing.

Three figures were walking towards the Shen family's gate.

Leading the way was a young man wearing a custom-made suit.

He was tall and slender, with one hand in his pocket and a half-smoked cigar dangling from his mouth.

His gaze swept over casually, carrying an oppressive aura of someone who had long held a superior position and had the power of life and death.

Behind him followed two towering bodyguards in black suits, their faces behind sunglasses cold and menacing.

They were disciples of the Punishment Hall under Lu Chen.

Tong Dahai's hand, which was holding the selfie stick, suddenly jerked.

He recognized the face.

This face has been all over the financial news channels and trending topics these past few days!

The eldest son of the Shen Group is a ruthless man who has just swallowed the assets of the three major aristocratic families in Beijing.

Shen Xingzhou!

"Gulp."

Tong Dahai swallowed hard.

No, I just asked a girl to have dinner with the nation's little sister, how did I end up provoking this killer?

After a one-second pause, the live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! That's Young Master Shen?!]

[Brother Hai, you have too much influence! Even the richest man in Jiangcheng personally came out to greet you for a meal?]

[Hiding guests my ass! This guy's out here to protect the emperor! Hai-ge, you're finished. Young Master Shen's eyes are like he's looking at a dead man!]

[A player like Aquaman meets a doting brother, how do they win this game? Need help urgently!]

Tong Dahai felt a chill run down his spine; his high level of internet celebrity etiquette forced him to quickly force a very strained smile.

He rushed forward, stretching out his hands and bending at a ninety-degree angle.

"Mr. Shen... Mr. Shen! Hello! I've heard so much about you, I'm Tong Dahai!"

Shen Xingzhou stopped in his tracks.

They didn't shake hands.

He looked Tong Dahai up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Tong Dahai?"

Shen Xingzhou spat out the cigar in his mouth, his smile forced and insincere.

"I heard you change girlfriends twelve times a year, are you trying to cultivate a 'devoted rich second-generation' persona?"

Tong Dahai's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down at the entrance of the Shen family's house.

"It's a misunderstanding! Mr. Shen, it's absolutely a misunderstanding!"

Tong Dahai was covered in sweat, waving his hands repeatedly at the camera, and speaking incoherently.

"That was all for the sake of the show! To make a living! I'm actually very traditional; I've never even held a girl's hand. I usually just stay home copying the Tao Te Ching!"

[Brother Hai, do you even believe what you're saying?]

[They were just saying at the airport they'd teach us how to strike up a conversation! Now they're reciting the Tao Te Ching?]

[Shen Shao is awesome! He saw right through this greasy guy!]

[From a playboy to an innocent young man in an instant—is this the power of capital?]

Chen Xiaoyu, looking at Tong Dahai's awkward expression, scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Teacher Tong, my older brother is worried about me going out alone, so... can he come with us?"

"Great! Absolutely great!"

Tong Dahai nodded repeatedly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's my honor to have dinner with Mr. Shen! I'll call right now and have my brother bring another car; I'll make sure it's spacious!"

"No."

Shen Xingzhou interrupted aloofly, snapping his fingers.

"boom!"

A deep, furious roar of engines came from deep within the manor.

A pure black Knight XV armored SUV was parked next to the Porsche.

The roar of the 6.8-liter V10 engine completely drowned out the sound of the Porsche.

The huge shadow of the car completely enveloped Tong Dahai and his sports car.

The car door opened, and the driver stood respectfully to the side.

"Your car has too low a chassis, it's cramped to sit in."

Shen Xingzhou opened the back door, gesturing for Chen Xiaoyu and Lin Keke to get in, then turned to look at Tong Dahai.

"You lead the way, we'll ride in this car."

Looking at the towering armored behemoth and then at his own sports car, which he was usually so proud of, Tong Dahai suddenly found it utterly ridiculous.

"Okay...okay, Mr. Shen."

Tong Dahai slunk into the Porsche, started the car, and dutifully became the lead car driver.

Inside the train carriage, Tong Dahai propped his phone up on the dashboard, looked at the screen full of mocking comments, and sighed deeply.

[Hai-ge, your womanizing skills are no match for absolute strength!]

[This is hilarious! Aquaman has been isolated!]

This isn't going out for a meal, it's practically going out for torture!

[But honestly, the Shen family really spoils Xiaoyu; the eldest young master personally acts as her bodyguard.]

[Nonsense, don't you even know who Xiaoyu's brother is! Do you think the Shen family wouldn't treat him well?]

Tong Dahai glanced at the Knight XV following closely behind in the rearview mirror and gave a wry smile.

"Brothers, tonight, all I, Hai, am responsible for is paying the bill and keeping a smile. As for the rest, just treat it as entertainment. As long as Young Master Shen doesn't flip the table, I'll consider it a success."

……

In the western suburbs of Jiangcheng, less than three kilometers from the Shen family villa, lies an abandoned, unfinished building.

In the darkness, shadowy figures stood everywhere.

Five hundred suicide soldiers, dressed in identical black overcoats, lay lifelessly lurking in the shadows.

These people were the same group that Tong Dahai had met on the plane.

A strong stench of blood and a chilling atmosphere completely enveloped this unfinished building.

The top floor of an unfinished building.

A burly man with a scar on his face stood in front of a window frame without glass, staring intently at the brightly lit Shen Family Manor in the distance through night vision binoculars.

Lone Wolf, leader of the assassins.

"Commander."

A deputy appeared silently behind him.

"All personnel are in place, and the external surveillance has been cut off by our people."

The lone wolf put down his binoculars and turned around.

In his hand, he held a stack of talismans covered with eerie, blood-red patterns.

This is the Blood Fiend Talisman that the third brother of the Nine Infants lineage handed to him.

"Send it out."

Lone Wolf handed the talisman to his deputy, his voice tinged with chilling coldness.

"One for each person, stick it to your heart."

The deputy took the talisman, his hand trembling slightly.

"Commander, that old Taoist in gray robes said that once the Blood Fiend Talisman is activated, although it can make a person feel no pain and increase their strength for an hour, afterwards... they will definitely die."

"We were originally suicide squad members."

The lone wolf was expressionless, but his eyes held a chilling madness.

"The Qi family raised us for ten years, providing us with food and drink and taking care of our families. Now, it's time to repay their kindness."

He walked to the edge of the unfinished building and looked down at his five hundred subordinates hidden in the darkness below.

The cold wind howled, making his trench coat flutter loudly.

"Midnight."

Lone Wolf's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every assassin through his internal energy.

"No matter the cost, storm the Shen family villa."

He slowly drew the military-grade triangular bayonet from his waist; the blade gleamed with a sinister blue light under the moonlight.

"Kill those who block your way."

"Even if I die, I'll die on Shen family territory!"

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in the lone wolf's eyes, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.

"Let's pave that road with our blood!"

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