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

Two cars were parked one after the other at the main gate of Shen Family Manor.

The door of the Knight XV was pushed open.

Shen Xingzhou got out of the car first and was about to turn around to help Chen Xiaoyu.

A dark figure appeared silently beside the car.

Lu Chen wasn't wearing a suit jacket, just a white shirt.

His right hand rested on the black leather sword case, and his one eye was fixed on the dark, tree-lined path outside the manor.

"Young Master Shen."

"Bring them in, immediately."

Shen Xingzhou's outstretched hand paused.

His keen intuition, honed through years of experience in the financial world, allowed him to make a judgment instantly.

"Xiaoyu, Coco, get out of the car, quick."

Shen Xingzhou yanked open the car door, grabbed one person with each hand, and strode into the manor.

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

Chen Xiaoyu was a little confused.

"Don't ask! Let's go!"

Shen Xingzhou didn't even turn his head.

The three stepped through the gate.

Shen Xingzhou turned to look at the guardhouse.

"Uncle Liu! Close the door! Activate Level 1 security plan; no one is allowed in!"

"yes!"

Uncle Liu pressed the red button.

At that moment, the Porsche Panamera behind them had just come to a stop.

Tong Dahai opened the car door, holding up a selfie stick, with his signature sunny smile on his face.

"Brothers! Do you see that?! This is Jiangcheng's premier manor!"

"Brother Hai will take you inside to broaden your horizons, and maybe we can even snag a cup of tea from the richest man's house!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Brother Hai rushes! Don't be a coward! 】

[Hurry, hurry, I want to see my goddess!]

[You dare go in and say hello? Brother Chen's lightning will strike you dead right away!]

[The playboy enters the Shen family; the scene is too beautiful for me to bear.]

Tong Dahai looked at the comments and felt incredibly confident.

He straightened the collar of his white suit and strode towards the door.

"Mr. Shen, Xiaoyu..."

"Boom!"

Two heavy wrought iron gates, each weighing several tons, slammed shut with a dull mechanical sound, less than ten centimeters from Tong Dahai's nose.

The door lock was firmly shut, making a crisp "click" sound.

Tong Dahai's smile froze instantly.

He held up the selfie stick, maintaining his walking posture, his whole body disheveled in the night wind.

The live stream was quiet for a second, then the chat exploded.

[Hahahaha! A cold shoulder!]

[Brother Hai, where's your pride? Didn't you say you'd show us the estate?]

[Hai Ge: Could the clown be myself?]

[Shen Shao: Get lost.]

[This is hilarious! He got slapped in the face so hard, he didn't even get through the door!]

Tong Dahai was so embarrassed that he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground with his toes.

He coughed twice, withdrew his foot, and forced himself to save face.

"Um... guys."

Tong Dahai forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at the camera.

"It must be too late. Mr. Shen and the others need to rest. We should be polite. We'll visit again tomorrow! Hai-ge will come again tomorrow!"

He turned around, ready to get into the car and leave.

Just then.

The streetlights flickered twice, and the light inexplicably dimmed.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The dull, dense, and uniform sound of footsteps came from the end of the tree-lined path.

Tong Dahai stopped and turned around in confusion.

In the darkness, a dense, dark crowd surged forth.

They were all wearing black windbreakers, with the zippers zipped all the way up.

No one spoke; even their breathing was barely audible.

Five hundred lifeless eyes stared intently in the direction of the Shen family's gate.

Tong Dahai's eyes widened suddenly.

He recognized them; they were the same group of people he had met on the plane!

"Holy crap..."

Tong Dahai swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Brothers... what... what's going on?"

The viewers in the live chat also noticed something was wrong.

Are they filming a movie? These people look creepy!

[Is this going to be a business war? The real, all-out one?]

[Hai Ge, run! These guys are armed!]

Tong Dahai saw it clearly.

The men in black at the front were carrying military-grade triangular daggers upside down in their hands.

The blade gleamed with a faint blue light under the dim streetlights.

He wanted to run away.

But his legs were completely unresponsive, as if they were made of lead and stuck in place.

The man in black was getting closer.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters.

The three assassins at the front locked their eyes on Tong Dahai, who was blocking the doorway.

One of them raised his arm, and without hesitation, thrust the three-edged dagger in his hand directly into Tong Dahai's neck.

The suffocating feeling of death instantly enveloped my entire body.

Tong Dahai's mind went blank. He slumped down next to the Porsche door and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"what!"

"Clang!"

A sharp, metallic tremor suddenly rang out in the night sky.

Followed by.

A blinding silver-white sword light burst forth from inside the Shen family's gate.

The sword light cleaved through the darkness.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh rang out.

Tong Dahai felt pain.

He opened his eyes, trembling.

The three men in black who had just been stabbing him were now lying stiffly on the ground.

There was a smooth line of blood on their necks.

Blood gushed out, splattering onto the Porsche's white hood in a shocking sight.

Tong Dahai stared at the corpse on the ground, his crotch instantly becoming soaked.

The live stream chat went completely crazy.

[Holy crap!!! Murder!!!]

[This! This is a real fight!]

[What was that just now? Sword light?!]

[Special effects...right? Is this a program from the Shen family?]

[Special effects? How could there be special effects in a live stream! That's real sword energy!]

Cultivators! There really are cultivators in this world!

Holy crap!! That's so exciting, it's incredibly exciting!

Hey Hai, don't let your hands shake! This is even more exciting than a gunfight movie!

"Crunch."

The security door on the side of Shen's iron gate was pushed open.

Lu Chen stepped out.

He was carrying a three-foot-long sword.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and not a drop of blood will stain it.

His one eye swept over Tong Dahai, who was slumped on the ground.

"If you don't want to die, get lost."

Lu Chen flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

"Turn that piece of junk off."

Tong Dahai snapped out of his daze and frantically pressed the screen on his phone, abruptly ending the live stream.

He scrambled to the back of the Porsche, clutching his head and trembling.

In front.

The lone wolf raised his right hand.

The five hundred assassins stopped in their tracks instantly.

Lone Wolf stared at Lu Chen, his gaze fixed on the longsword.

"Taoist protectors? They can't stop us!"

The lone wolf spoke, his voice hoarse.

Lu Chen held his sword horizontally in front of him, the blade reflecting the scar on his face.

"The Shen family's important territory."

Lu Chen uttered four words.

"Trespassers shall die."

Lone Wolf doesn't waste words.

He ripped open the collar of his windbreaker, revealing the blood-red talisman stuck to his heart.

"kill."

At a command.

The blood-red talismans on the chests of the five hundred assassins simultaneously glowed with an eerie red light.

Their eyes instantly turned bloodshot, a terrifying crimson.

A beastly roar escaped his throat; he lost all reason and was deprived of the sense of pain.

A black-clad crowd surged forth.

Five hundred military daggers were brandished in the night as they charged madly toward Lu Chen and the Shen family's gate.