C118 The Wang Family will Have No More Descendants

"Yes, Master Lin, I'll take care of it immediately and report back to you shortly," Shen San said with respect.

With a beep, the call ended. Shen San wiped the sweat from his forehead and gazed at Wang Guokang and his son from a distance, feeling a murderous rage building within him.

If anything were to happen to Zhang Qimo today, he knew he'd be a dead man, and the Wang Family would undoubtedly be decimated.

What were this father and son thinking? They had the audacity to target Mrs. Lin!

Fuming, Shen San strode over, flanked by Liu Jun and his two brothers. The crew in the off-road vehicles were itching for action, poised for the signal to strike.

"Shen San?" Wang Guokang uttered in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Shen San, paralyzed by fear.

Was it really Shen San? How could he have arrived so swiftly?

The sight of Shen San had the bodyguards, who were clutching black newspapers, in a panic. They quickly stowed their guns, no longer daring to aim at anyone.

More than twenty off-road vehicles were filled with men ready to brawl. Through the windows, the black duffel bags were clearly visible—anyone could guess what was being transported.

The sheer force of their presence terrified the bodyguards.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Liu brothers didn't hesitate. They charged, their movements swift and powerful, as they landed punches and kicks, taking down Wang Guokang's bodyguards in an instant and disarming them. The bodyguards were left with bloodied heads, wailing in agony on the ground.

The brothers were merciless, their blows devastating. They could easily have killed these men with their fierce attacks.

"Take Mrs. Lin home," Shen San commanded.

Wu Zheng promptly rose to his feet, opened the car door, and escorted a shaken Zhang Qimo inside. Several men in black followed suit, boarding another off-road vehicle and trailing behind Zhang Qimo's car.

Zhang Qimo was terrified, still reeling from the close call. She couldn't believe her luck; if it hadn't been for Lin Yin's friend, she would have been doomed. She wondered how Lin Yin had come to know such powerful and influential friends who were so willing to help him.

Wu Zheng drove in silence, unfazed by the situation. It was no surprise to him that Director Lin had the capability to orchestrate such a display of power.

Zhang Qimo's phone began to ring. "Qimo, are you safe now?" Lin Yin inquired with concern.

"I'm fine. I'm on my way home now," Zhang Qimo responded.

"I'm not in Qingyun City at the moment. If anything comes up, call me immediately on the number I gave you," Lin Yin instructed earnestly.

"I understand. Your friend seems to have quite the influence. How did you meet him?" Zhang Qimo asked, curious.

"We can talk about that when I get back," Lin Yin replied.

"Alright," Zhang Qimo nodded, deciding not to press further.

She was visibly anxious, clutching her hands tightly, her expression one of confusion, as if lost in thought.

Outside Precious Cauldron Tower, Wang Guokang and his son stood frozen, their faces a picture of disbelief. They watched helplessly as Zhang Qimo walked away, not daring to intervene.

"Third Master Shen, could there be some misunderstanding?" Wang Guokang ventured, attempting a smile.

"It's a misunderstanding, Third Master Shen. We had no idea Zhang Qimo was associated with you," Wang Ziwen added, his face twisted with regret.

"I truly had no clue. If I had known Zhang Qimo was your woman, Third Master Shen, I never would have touched her," Wang Ziwen continued, trying to appease with a grin. "It seems Lin Yin, that worthless fool, has offered his wife to you. The incident at Water Garden was all a misunderstanding. I suspect that Lin Yin, that shameless wretch, is exploiting you to antagonize the Wang Family."

"Don't let that good-for-nothing cause discord between us!" he pleaded.

Shen San's face grew darker with each word. How dare this fool slander Master Lin in his presence?

"Third Master Shen, what if I arrange the finest feast at Qingyun Hotel? A banquet, perhaps? We could all enjoy a meal and drinks together," Wang Guokang suggested, trying to be gracious.

With a swift gesture from Shen San, Liu Jun lunged forward, delivering a kick that sent Wang Ziwen sprawling, blood spurting from his mouth. A series of sharp slaps followed, leaving his face swollen almost instantly.

Shen San, now enraged, personally joined in, delivering a barrage of kicks to Wang Ziwen's head, which began to swell grotesquely.

"You dare to speak another word, you wretch?" Shen San demanded icily, his voice sending chills down Wang Ziwen's spine, who was so terrified that he wet himself right there, utterly dumbfounded by the ferocity of the assault.

"Third Master Shen, you dare strike my son right before my eyes?" Wang Guokang said sternly, his face clouded with anger. "You haven't even settled your score with the Zhou Family, and now you're picking a fight with the Wang Family?"

"Third Master Shen, don't start a feud with the Wang Family over a woman. Leave now, and we'll forget this ever happened," Wang Guokang insisted.

Third Master Shen was formidable, but the Wang Family was no pushover either. Wang Guokang couldn't fathom that Shen San would risk a vendetta with the Wang Family over a woman.

"You're calling Zhang Qimo a plaything?" Shen San inhaled sharply, massaging his temples. He was truly exasperated. Wang Guokang clearly had no grasp of the situation.

"Isn't she? Or perhaps, Third Master Shen, you intend to marry her?" Wang Guokang asked, bewildered.

"Marry you, you imbecile!" Shen San retorted, delivering a resounding slap to Wang Guokang's face, leaving him stunned and wide-eyed with terror.

What was happening? At their level, face-slapping was unheard of unless one was certain they could eliminate the other. Had Shen San lost his wits?

Wang Guokang was at a loss, unable to comprehend the turn of events.

Slap after slap echoed as Liu Jun and his brothers lunged at Wang Guokang and his son, relentlessly striking them. Their faces were a mess of tears, snot, and blood, swollen as if they were stuffed sausages.

"Shen San, this is outrageous!" Wang Guokang bellowed, his voice distorted with rage.

"What about it? You think you can attempt to assault Mrs. Lin in the street without consequence? Believe me, if I leave your wife out there tomorrow, it won't end well for her," Shen San threatened menacingly.

"You... you!" Wang Guokang fumed, his face flushing a deep crimson. He was the second in command of the Wang Family; he had never been humiliated like this before.

"You damn bastard!" Shen San cursed as he struck Wang Guokang. He yanked Wang Guokang's hair and beat him mercilessly, leaving Wang Guokang nearly unconscious.

Unsatisfied, Shen San seized Wang Guokang's head, and with a fierce knee to the jaw, he struck him twice. The impact caused Wang Guokang's mouth to fill with blood, and two teeth snapped off.

Shen San was livid. He had always despised such behavior and would intervene if he witnessed it. And when it came to Mrs. Lin? That was unforgivable.

Master Lin was watching the live feed, knowing that if he didn't handle these two animals properly, he could have been the one to lose his life today. He had nearly been killed by this father and son duo!

With that thought, Shen San landed several more brutal punches on Wang Ziwen's mouth, knocking out a few more teeth. Wang Guokang and his son were now slurring their words, barely able to speak.

In his youth, Shen San had trained in martial arts, and now in his prime, his strength was formidable.

"I, I, the Wang Family will not let this go," Wang Guokang threatened in a distorted voice.

"Today, your Wang Family will be finished!" Shen San bellowed furiously. He charged at Wang Guokang and delivered a savage kick to his waist, eliciting a scream akin to a pig being slaughtered.

Whirling around, he delivered another fierce kick to Wang Ziwen's waist, turning his face deathly pale as he let out a bizarre howl of pain.