"Tian, what do you think we should do?" Wu Yong gripped the bottle so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"We won’t use force in this situation," Lin Tian said.

Using force and going head-to-head with the ancient martial families would be utterly foolish.

Wu Yong stared blankly at Lin Tian, waiting for him to continue.

"We can’t rely on the police for this; we must depend on ourselves. They’ve already shut down our businesses and now they’re killing our people to tarnish our reputation. They want to break us down one by one. First, it’s Black Gold, next, it’ll be the Bai Family or Qiansimei. We’re already marked."

Lin Tian let out a long, heavy breath. He had caused the Wang Family a lot of trouble, and now they were seeking revenge.

"When was the last time they struck?" Lin Tian asked.

Li replied, "Just a week ago. It was a couple, in their own home. These people have no fixed targets; they strike randomly."

Lin Tian nodded slightly, his fingers gently tapping on the table as he fell into deep thought. It was indeed a troublesome matter.

"Let’s all take a break for now," Lin Tian leaned back in his chair, his head tilted upward as he spoke.

"What? Tian..."

Lin Tian waved his hand, "No need to say anything. In this situation, self-preservation is most important. But I guarantee it won’t take more than two months!"

Two months isn’t long, but in Kanyue City, for a company, if there’s no progress in two months, it’s very likely to be swallowed by competitors or squeezed out of the industry. Reality is harsh, after all.

Wu Yong wanted to say something, but Li Tian patted his shoulder and shook his head gently.

Wu Yong ultimately chose silence. Although Li Tian was as young as he was, he had a good mind and had made many right decisions recently. Since both Lin Tian and Li Tian chose self-preservation, and he had no better solution, he had to follow suit.

"Yongzi, I know you’re frustrated, but it doesn’t mean we can’t do anything. Have you forgotten how we acquired our energy company, global department store, and ancient medicine company?" Lin Tian laughed lightly.

Wu Yong’s eyes lit up, "Are you talking about that old bastard Wang Daoran?"

Lin Tian nodded with a light chuckle, "He’s in cahoots with them. The Wang Family is their cash cow. They’re messing with us, so they have no right to accuse us of lack of integrity. I have a feeling we are much better at these dirty tricks, no? Besides, get Pang Yu and Scarred Monkey to move around a bit, have them revisit their old trades, and take a stroll around Wang Mansion, grabbing anything of value."

"Alright, alright." Wu Yong grinned, nodding like a pecking chick. It had been too stifling lately, and he was naturally happy to stir up trouble.

"Remember, don’t take any lives, and don’t leave evidence!" Lin Tian cautioned.

"Understood!" Wu Yong nodded excitedly.

"Also, doing this will undoubtedly provoke them to retaliate more severely. I’ll arrange additional protection for our families, and withdraw the old guards." Lin Tian stated.

Liou Qingcheng, Bai Shishi, and Lin Tian’s parents, among others, usually had experts for protection. But this time was different; members of the Ancient Martial Wang Family were involved.

In the past, the Wang Family, like the other eleven families, prohibited family disciples from doing such things among civilians. However, with the Wang Family breaking ties with the eleven families, they no longer adhered to those rules.

You have Zhang Liang’s strategies, I have my way out.

Considering Lin Tian’s current status in Luoyan Dock, finding some experts to protect his family was incredibly easy. He could always offer a prescription.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration struck Lin Tian’s mind—how about catching them in a trap?

Wu Yong shivered slightly as he watched the change in Lin Tian’s somber expression.

...

The Wang Family’s ancestral residence of the Ancient Martial realm.

Wang Sicong had been here for nearly half a month. Initially, when he came here with Wang Sijing, he saw two peculiar old men: one dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, the other missing an arm.

Those two old men just sat there with their eyes low, yet there was a suffocating pressure as if two mountains were crushing down on them.

Wang Sicong didn’t know who they were, but since Wang Sijing told him to call them ancestors, he did.

Here, he wasn’t some rich young master but more like a puppet.

The two ancestors treated him like a stranger, only glancing at him as if he were an animal in a zoo, then they touched his head, his back, and even... his manhood.

Finally, they sighed deeply. Wang Sicong’s face turned as red as a monkey’s butt. He really wanted to slap the two old men and loudly question them, "What are you sighing at? What right do two dried up old sprouts have to sigh at me?!"

Of course, this was just a thought. He didn’t have the courage.

Then, Wang Sijing waved at him.

Next, Wang Sicong was led like a puppet to a room filled with the scent of medicine. There, he saw a middle-aged man who bore a five or six-point resemblance to him, pale-faced and barely alive. Undoubtedly, this was his biological father.

Upon seeing him for the first time, Wang Sicong felt nothing at all. After all, he was just a stranger, an old man he didn’t know.

Of course, he dared not say such things aloud. Otherwise, he’d probably get another beating from Wang Sijing.

At his father’s bedside, Wang Sijing told him much about the history of the Wang Family, as well as its current situation.

Still, all this meant nothing to Wang Sicong; it was like listening to a martial arts story. He only asked one question, "Didn’t you say you would let me practice martial arts?"

Wang Sijing didn’t answer him, she just led him to the subterranean palace beneath the Wang Family estate.

How large was the subterranean palace? What were those strange paintings on the walls? What exactly was martial arts training like?

These were questions Wang Sicong had no answers to. He only knew that he followed this ’sister’ through twists and turns to the depths of the subterranean palace, and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to get out on his own; it was like a maze.

Finally, he was led to a room as big as two basketball courts, filled with dusty wooden boxes and various jars. He had no idea what was inside, nor any interest in asking.

"Put out your hand," Wang Sijing said coldly, her words devoid of any warmth.

Wang Sicong didn’t hesitate and extended his arm.

Shing~

A short knife glinting with a cold light was drawn and slid across Wang Sicong’s wrist.

Ssht!

A cut appeared on his wrist, severing an artery, and blood spurted half a meter high.

"Ah~" Wang Sicong screamed with a twisted face, the pain was unbearable. But what was even more terrifying was the feeling that he was about to die; his wrist artery was severed, and the blood was spurting so high, how could he not die?