C30 Accepting Tiger Head Gang

Jiang Yuan let out a cold snort, pulling a black robe from his Universe Bag and tossing it casually before Liu Feng.

"You... who are you?"

Liu Feng's eyes widened in recognition of the black robe, his heart thunderstruck.

Jiang Yuan amplified his voice with his Spiritual Force, declaring firmly, "Correct, it's me."

"This kid's cunning is off the charts; he's nothing short of a demon!"

Liu Feng's heart churned with a tumultuous wave, the urge to flee overwhelming him. It wasn't Jiang Yuan's formidable Spiritual Force that frightened him, but rather his cunning nature. If Jiang Yuan wasn't dealt with today and managed to escape, the Tiger Head Gang's doom was certain.

But today, Liu Feng had no confidence in his ability to detain Jiang Yuan.

Without mincing words, Li Feng confessed, "The Great Clan Elder of the Jiang Family is behind this! Please, Eldest Young Master, spare us..."

Jiang Yuan nodded, an air of control about him, and responded coolly, "Hmm, I'm aware. But why should I spare you?"

At those words, Li Feng broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down, pleading earnestly, "Eldest Young Master, I am ready to serve you loyally. Please, have mercy."

"Eldest Young Master, we too are ready to serve you loyally!"

Seeing their leader kneel, the others Jiang Yuan had knocked down hastily followed suit.

"Very well! There is indeed a task I require your assistance with."

A satisfied smile played on Jiang Yuan's lips.

"Eldest Young Master, your wish is our command!"

Relieved, Li Feng's heart, which had been lodged in his throat, finally settled.

"Come with me."

...

The night had deepened into the fourth watch...

The stillness of the night was abruptly broken by activity...

Inside the Wang Family Hall.

"Today's auction must go off without a hitch. You need to infiltrate that private room and slip this bag of herbs into Jiang Wenn's tea."

Wang Ye surveyed the servants before him, meticulously strategizing for the morrow.

"Yes, Master Wang!"

Wang Ye's brow was furrowed, his grip on his teacup trembling slightly under the immense pressure.

"Remember, no mistakes! Even one misstep could spell disaster for our Wang Family."

"So, you're aware of the potential disaster too?"

Just then, a voice echoed from outside the hall.

Startled by the sound, Wang Ye's hand jerked, sending his cup crashing to the floor.

"Who's there?"

Snapped out of his shock, Wang Ye hurriedly peered outside.

There stood Liu Feng, his face marked by a distinctive scar.

"No need to shout for help. I've sealed this place with Spiritual Force; no sound can escape."

Liu Feng said as he took a seat next to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye, recognizing Liu Feng, felt a shiver run through him and asked, "Why has the Tiger Head Gang waded into these troubled waters?"

"The Great Elder cornered me into this situation; I had no choice," Liu Feng replied with a wry smile, glancing toward the door.

Wang Ye was confused. Believing Liu Feng to be one of the Great Elder's men, he murmured, "We both serve the Great Elder and Jiang Woo. Why come here?"

"He belongs to me!"

Jiang Yuan's crisp voice cut through the tension.

"The Eldest Young Master!"

The sight of Jiang Yuan struck fear into Wang Ye, who had just learned of Jiang Yuan's confrontation with the Great Elder. As a vassal of the Jiang Family, he was well aware of the incident.

"Ha, I'm no longer the esteemed young master. But make no mistake, you won't lay a finger on my father's Jiang Family," Jiang Yuan declared with a sneer. The tiny three-inch sword, an extension of his Martial Pulse, was already silently poised at Wang Ye's throat.

Sweat beaded on Wang Ye's forehead, and with a quiver in his heart, he begged, "Eldest Young Master, I implore you, spare this old servant."