Infrared Lock! What's a Master of Internal Energy compared to that!

In particular, Yang Dejian's forehead was covered with more than a dozen red dots.

He tilted his head slightly, and the red dots stuck firmly to his skin without any deviation.

The deafening roar of propellers echoed through the air.

Three heavily armed helicopters, painted in black, hovered steadily outside the Yujingwan sales office.

The six-barreled heavy machine gun mounted below the nose of the machine gun points directly at the model room below.

The air in the hall froze completely.

Dozens of ancient martial arts practitioners who were full of murderous intent just a second ago, holding machetes and armor-piercing daggers, were now frozen in place.

The cold weapons in their hands seem utterly ridiculous in the face of modern heavy firepower.

Extremely violent engine roars could be heard coming from outside the sales office.

Several heavy riot control armored vehicles rammed through the Yang family's full-size SUVs, rampaging onto the square and completely blocking all escape routes.

Hundreds of fully armed special forces members from the provincial capital's national security force jumped off the vehicle, their tactical boots making a synchronized sound as they stepped on the paving stones.

Armed with assault rifles, they quickly surged into the sales hall, surrounding the dozens of people from the Yang family.

Click click click!

The sound of rifles being cocked blended together, drowning out all other noises.

Yang Dejian swallowed hard, his muscles tense to the extreme.

His pride and joy at his late-stage Transformation Realm cultivation level vanished the moment dozens of rifles were pointed at him simultaneously, leaving him utterly unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance.

A black national security command vehicle was parked outside the gate.

Zhou Weiguo, the director of the State Security Bureau of the provincial capital, pushed open the car door and scrambled out.

He was covered in sweat, his suit jacket was all undone, and he had run so fast that his left shoe had come off, leaving him only wearing one sock on the floor tiles.

He didn't care about any of that and ran wildly into the hall.

Yang Dejian knew Zhou Weiguo, and the two had met a few times at dinner parties in the provincial capital.

Yang Dejian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Zhou Weiguo appear. He assumed the officials were there to maintain order and quickly went to greet them.

"Director Zhou, how did this petty grudge get involved with your National Security Bureau...?"

Before Yang Dejian could finish speaking, Zhou Weiguo didn't even glance at him, but instead shoved Yang Dejian aside with his shoulder and rushed straight towards Lin Ye, who was sitting on the sofa.

Zhou Weiguo ran up to Lin Ye and slammed on the brakes.

Immediately afterwards, this top official in charge of security affairs in the entire Jiangnan Province bowed deeply at a perfect 90-degree angle in front of dozens of people.

"Mr. Lin!" Zhou Weiguo's voice trembled, the back of his shirt completely soaked with cold sweat. "The provincial bureau received Director Zhao's notification and rushed over immediately! We're late! We're sorry to have startled you!"

The audience was silent.

All that remained was the roar of the helicopter rotors spinning.

The sales manager had just crawled out from under the sofa when he saw this scene, and his legs went weak and he collapsed again.

Chen Hui and Lin Wanquan supported each other as the elderly couple watched as a high-ranking provincial leader, whom they usually only saw on television, bowed to their son. Their backs straightened instantly, and they could not hide the pride on their faces.

Xia Wanqiu silently put the sidearm she had drawn back into its holster and let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Ye pulled his left hand out of the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag and loosened the Gatling gun barrel.

Yang Dejian stood to the side, his mind buzzing.

He looked at his son, whose limbs were all crippled, on the ground, and then at Yang Yuanqing, whose dantian had been destroyed. An extremely violent rage overwhelmed his fear of guns.

"Director Zhou!" Yang Dejian gritted his teeth and took a step forward. "This brat crippled my son and even my Yang family elder! This is a private feud within our ancient martial arts world!"

Yang Dejian pointed at Lin Ye, raising his voice by eight octaves.

"According to the rules of our martial arts world, matters of the martial arts world are settled within the martial arts world; the government never interferes! Your National Security Bureau has brought so many people to surround my Yang family today—isn't that a bit unreasonable?!"

Zhou Weiguo suddenly straightened up and turned his head to stare intently at Yang Dejian.

"Screw your underworld rules!"

Zhou Weiguo pointed his finger at Yang Dejian's nose, spitting as he launched into a tirade of insults.

"Who do you think you are, daring to come here and tell me how to do things!"

Zhou Weiguo ripped open the briefcase in his hand, pulled out a top-secret document stamped with five red stars, and slammed it hard into Yang Dejian's face.

The documents fell to the ground and scattered.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly!" Zhou Weiguo roared sternly, "Mr. Lin is a national SSSSS-level strategic protection personnel! His security level is directly responsible to the highest level!"

Yang Dejian glanced down at the documents on the ground; the "top secret" label and the red stamp on them stung his eyes.

"You led dozens of men, armed with controlled knives, and surrounded top-secret national personnel!" Zhou Weiguo stepped forward, pressing closer. "Is this some kind of江湖恩怨 (jianghu grievances)? This is outrageous armed treason!"

The words "treason" were uttered.

The temperature in the entire sales hall plummeted.

Yang Dejian's proud internal strength crumbled instantly in the face of these three words.

In the Dragon Kingdom, any ancient martial arts family, even if you have a grandmaster in your family, will not survive past the next night if you are accused of treason.

"Everyone!" Zhou Weiguo raised his right hand and swung it down sharply.

Hundreds of special forces soldiers stepped forward in unison, all their fingers on the triggers.

"Anyone from the Yang family who dares to make a move will be charged with treason and executed on the spot without mercy!"

Clang!

A Yang family martial artist dropped his machete to the ground.

This sound triggered a chain reaction.

Dozens of martial artists who had just been clamoring to chop Lin Ye into mincemeat dropped their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, and squatted on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Yang Dejian's legs went weak.

Looking at the young man on the sofa, dressed in a pure black suit, who hadn't even glanced at him once, he finally understood what kind of person he had offended.

thump!

Yang Dejian knelt directly on the marble floor covered with shards of glass.

Sharp shards of glass pierced his knee, drawing blood. He dared not use his internal energy to resist, and could only endure the excruciating pain coursing through his body.

"Mr. Lin... Director Zhou..." Yang Dejian's voice was hoarse as he slammed his head heavily against the ground. "The Yang family knows they were wrong... We beg the state for leniency..."

Lin Ye stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket.

He picked up the red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag with one hand, walked around from behind the sofa, and stood in front of Yang Dejian.

Lin Ye looked down at the kneeling Master of Transformation, and pointed to the destroyed model room next to him.

"I'm in a hurry to take my parents out for dinner, I don't have time to listen to your apology."

Lin Ye pulled the house purchase contract out of his pocket and waved it in front of Yang Dejian.

"I just bought this house. Your son smashed my chandelier and sofa, and you brought people to trample on my marble floor and dirty my carpet."

Lin Ye's tone was extremely calm.

"The renovation and cleaning fees will total 50 million. The money should be transferred to my account before 8:00 AM tomorrow."

Lin Ye put the contract back in his pocket and walked towards the gate in his shiny leather shoes.

"If you're short even a penny, I'll personally go to the Yang family tomorrow to collect the debt."