Chapter 57: The Stalking Oriole

“Yes, I’ve found him,” Jiang Liliang nodded.

“Dad, help me bring him back—he must be alive! I want to break every single bone in his body myself, every one!” Jiang Yong sat on the bed, wild-eyed and frenzied, his hands flailing uncontrollably in the air.

“Don’t worry, Yong’er. I won’t let him die quickly. I’ll make him realize that offending the Jiang family is something he’ll regret ever being born for,” Jiang Liliang said, his words measured and deliberate.

“And Lin Lin and Tian Li—bring them back too! I want those two whores kneeling before me, licking at my feet!” Women were the only tonic left for Jiang Yong, especially those he hadn’t conquered yet—they excited him to his core.

“Tian Li, I know, that slut. But who’s Lin Lin?” Jiang Liliang asked.

“She’s the leader of those sluts—this one’s even hotter than Tian Li! Dad, don’t let either get away, I want them both!”

“Alright, I won’t let either escape,” Jiang Liliang nodded, a sinister chill radiating from him.

The woman in red felt the icy aura and immediately buried herself into the bed, not daring to move a muscle...

“Master Jiang!”

At the entrance of Yongxing Hall, forty men dressed in black stood in formation. When Jiang Liliang appeared, they bowed respectfully, their synchronized greeting echoing with imposing force.

Four men in gray stood at the forefront, their faces proud, offering a greeting with only a slight bow.

Today, Jiang Liliang had spared no expense. To avenge his son, he mobilized Yongxing Hall’s most elite force.

He hadn’t brought all several hundred members of Yongxing Hall, but these forty men were highly trained experts. Even if you counted the entire rest of the hall’s thousand plus members, they might not match up against these forty.

The four men in gray at the front were the true pillars of Yongxing Hall. Among them, the long-faced, hawk-nosed man was Wan Rong, Jiang Liliang’s senior disciple.

Within Yongxing Hall, he was second only to Master Jiang, and some claimed his skills were now on par with the master himself.

Wan Rong believed it too; given the chance, he’d very much like to test himself against Master Jiang!

The other three gray-clad men weren’t quite as skilled as Wan Rong, but they were Yongxing Hall’s top instructors.

The forty black-clad men below were their protégés; on a normal day, just one could stabilize most venues in the North District.

Now there were forty!

Today, Jiang Liliang, determined to avenge his son, brushed aside opposition and summoned all forty of the North District’s enforcers.

Not only that, he was bringing all the top instructors and his senior disciple Wan Rong.

Such a display wasn’t because he feared Hua Tianyu, but because he intended to fulfill Jiang Yong’s wish—capturing Hua Tianyu alive!

But the greatest guarantee today was still himself.

Jiang Liliang wasn’t like Jiang Yong—he had studied martial arts under his father since childhood, never missing a day no matter the weather.

Back when the Jiang family was a small, impoverished household, it was he and his brother Jiang Lifeng who fought, punch by punch, kicking out their territory in Shangjiang City.

Not just in the North District, but throughout Shangjiang City, the name Jiang brothers carried enough weight to make many tremble.

Now he rarely got the chance to act, and some in the hall said he was getting old. Even his senior disciple Wan Rong no longer followed him as unquestioningly as before.

Today was the perfect opportunity. If Hua Tianyu proved easy, so be it. But if he was tough, Jiang Liliang could demonstrate his prowess to everyone and remind his subordinates who truly ruled Yongxing Hall!

That was one reason he insisted on bringing all of Yongxing Hall’s elite.

He, Jiang Liliang, would always be the man whose word was law in Yongxing Hall!

Wan Rong, inwardly, had little respect for Jiang Liliang’s decision.

A mere Hua Tianyu—was it really worth mobilizing all Yongxing Hall’s elite? For one man, how much revenue would the hall lose today? Did the master even realize?

Yue Yongyan and Jiang Bo had returned saying the opponent was skilled, but only “skilled.” The master knew their abilities; what did they count for in Yongxing Hall?

Wan Rong glanced sideways at the gray-clad instructor beside him: Feng Wenhu, a gold-star instructor of Yongxing Hall. He alone would suffice!

And if that wasn’t enough, let him bring ten men—more than enough to cut down this Hua Tianyu.

The older he got, the more timid he became!

Yongxing Hall ought to expand its territory, and perhaps it was time for a new leader!

But Wan Rong kept these thoughts to himself. Seeing Jiang Liliang signal the departure, he said nothing more and got into the car.

Yongxing Hall was in the North District, and so was Tiantong Road Residence. Jiang Liliang and his forty-plus men divided into several vehicles, heading toward Tiantong Road Residence.

However, despite both being in the North District, Tiantong Road Residence wasn’t Yongxing Hall’s turf—it belonged to the Green Robe Sect.

Today, the Green Robe Sect’s leader, Hou Qingyi, was in good spirits. He’d had a few drinks with his companion at dinner and was now singing in his own venue.

To call it singing was generous; he was shouting—loudly and joyously, and that was all that mattered.

As for whether it sounded good? Hou Qingyi sang in his own place; who dared say it didn’t sound good?

With a squeak, the private room door opened.

A subordinate from the Green Robe Sect rushed in, anxious, but seeing Hou Qingyi belting out his song, he hesitated, not daring to disturb.

Hou Qingyi had already noticed the flustered underling, but he was the boss of the Green Robe Sect, famed for his composure—no matter how urgent the matter, it could wait until his song was done.

After all, the Green Robe Sect controlled a vast territory in the North District; every day brought some new issue.

If a little thing could make them panic like this, there’d be no future for the Green Robe Sect!

Finally, the song ended. Hou Qingyi, still relishing the moment, cleared his throat and asked, “What’s made you so frantic?”

The underling, seizing the chance to speak, quickly reported: “Boss, just saw the Jiang family’s Yongxing Hall gather thirty or forty enforcers, led personally by Jiang Liliang—they’re heading right for us!”

“What?!” The previously calm Hou Qingyi leapt up from the sofa, kicking the messenger, “Why the hell didn’t you say so sooner?!”

“But boss, you were singing…” the underling replied, aggrieved.

No interruptions during singing—that was a rule set by the boss himself!

He could only grumble inwardly, not daring to say it out loud.