Chapter 630 - 402: Enemy at the Door—Your Lu Family Is Not Worthy of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist! (Part 2)

Chapter 630: Chapter 402: Enemy at the Door—Your Lu Family Is Not Worthy of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist! (Part 2)

A moment later, on Lu Guangchen’s desk, the huge screen displayed the highest resolution image after technical processing.

He stared at the screen intently — those five masked men appeared in the corridor like phantoms, moving so fast they almost left afterimages.

Their target was unmistakably clear, aiming directly at Fengtao Group’s President Bei.

The following scene, even though Lu Guangchen had watched it dozens of times, still sent a chill down his spine.

These were no ordinary thugs or mercenaries, no redundant moves, no unnecessary scuffle.

One of them approached, his technique as quick as lightning, performing a grab, a twist, and a wrench—movements simple yet precise, containing some kind of brutal aesthetic.

"Crack!"

Even across the silent screen, Lu Guangchen could almost hear the bone-cracking sound that made teeth ache.

President Bei’s nearly two hundred pounds body, in their hands, seemed as fragile as a puppet, one leg forcefully broken, depicting a bizarre angle defying human anatomy.

The entire process, occurring in a flash, even the staff nearby did not have time to react.

Their five men unleashed speed, displayed absolute power, and their efficiency with such ruthless skills already surpassed human physical limits.

A cold conclusion, like a heavy hammer, hit Lu Guangchen’s heart —

National martial artists!

Moreover, observing the tacit cooperation and effortless power expression among these five, they were definitely not ordinary practitioners.

They... they were all National Martial Arts Masters, having practiced their power through the visceral organs, channeling it throughout their bodies, unleashing dark force with each move.

Five dark force masters, willing to be assassins.

Lu Guangchen slowly leaned back against the chair, a chilling sense he had never felt before seized him.

This was no ordinary business dispute or underworld vendetta.

The fact that they could mobilize five dark force experts simultaneously shows the depth and malicious intent of the forces behind them, unfathomable.

"Fuck...!!"

A roar suppressed to the extreme, finally burst forth, tearing apart the heavy atmosphere in the office.

Lu Guangchen’s forehead veins popped out, the accumulated anger, humiliation, and a trace of fear that he was unwilling to admit, erupted like a flood breaking its banks.

Immediately, Lu Guangchen sprang up from the chair, his right palm carrying the force of a thousand pounds, slapped fiercely onto the priceless huali wood desk in front of him!

"Boom—!"

A heavy thud exploded within the vast space, shaking the documents and tools on the desk.

The solid wooden surface, under his palm, forcibly left several subtle yet distinctly visible, inwardly sunken marks.

The shredded wooden splinters slightly raised, as if silently accusing the terrifying force contained in that palm strike.

In the office, the assistant and security personnel standing by were all silent like cicadas in winter, afraid to even breathe, all lowering their heads.

They had never seen their usually calm as a mountain, emotionless Lu boss, show such a destructive side.

Just as the air in the office nearly froze to the point of ice, the door was quietly pushed open.

A formidable figure stepped in; it was Lu Guangchen’s cousin, Lu Guanghai.

His physique was slender, yet his steps were as steady as a mountain, with an aura of authority that came from long-standing dominance without anger.

As the leader controlling the largest underground forces in Yingnan City, he was also a National Martial Arts Master who had practiced dark force to the realm of Great Success.

Lu Guanghai’s gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, first sweeping over the fresh palm print on the desk and then landing on his cousin’s face, tense with rage, understanding most of the situation.

"Guangchen," he spoke, voice low and steady, "those five acted with precision, their routes cunning, intimately familiar with the security rotation patterns inside the venue.

This couldn’t have been accomplished independently by outsiders."

He paused slightly, his tone unequivocal: "There’s an internal mole, someone outside is involved. This is a meticulously planned inside-outside coordination, with a very clear target — to attack our Lu Family."

Seeing Lu Guangchen’s grim expression, his chest still heaving heavily, Lu Guanghai stepped forward and his voice lowered, carrying decisiveness: "The situation cannot tolerate delay any longer, they are in hiding while we are out in the open, we cannot afford to be passively beaten anymore,

We must immediately return to the ancestral home to discuss strategies face-to-face with Uncle."

"Tell my dad?"

A trace of extremely complex emotion flashed across Lu Guangchen’s somber face.

His jaw was tense, and these four words seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.

If it were not absolutely necessary, Lu Guangchen would never want to disturb his father.

Lu Guanghai saw the struggle and humiliation surging in his cousin’s eyes and fully understood his concerns.

He took a step forward: "Guangchen, now is not the time for these concerns. The opponent has dispatched five Dark Force experts. This is no longer a simple provocation but a declaration of war,

being able to push things to this level shows they don’t care whether we notice, and they might even be forcing us to seek help from the family."

Lu Guanghai’s gaze was sharp as a knife, each word nailing into Lu Guangchen’s heart:

"Is temporary dignity more important, or is the foundation of the entire Lu Family more important? Pretending to be strong now is true incompetence!"

Just then, a clear cold laugh came from outside the door, filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Hehehe... Incompetence, doesn’t matter whose it is, you losers at least have self-awareness..."

The words had barely fallen when a tall and imposing figure, like a sturdy tower, blocked the doorway.

The visitor was nearly 1.9 meters tall, his muscles explosively bulging, stretching the simple black short-sleeve shirt to its limits.

He wore black pants paired incongruously with simple cloth shoes that clashed with the modern attire.

Just by standing there, a sense of pressure mixed with wildness and power rushed over, making the room seem a few degrees colder.

His sharp gaze swiftly scanned Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai inside the room, a mocking curve on his lips, his voice dripping with arrogant sarcasm.

"The Lu Family possesses that unparalleled Fist Skill and yet chooses to cower among these powder piles, indulging in your dreams of comfort,

hmm, I think your Lu Family, from top to bottom, simply isn’t qualified to have it!"

"The Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist—should belong to me!!!"

The strong man’s roar was like thunder, exploding in the office, making the eardrums buzz.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his knotted muscles were violently throbbing with intense anger.

It was as if invisible waves were raging around him, making the black short-sleeve shirt flap loudly.

The bloodshot eyes of the strong man were fixed on the Lu brothers, mixed with greed, jealousy, and decades-long dissatisfaction, they seemed to almost spit fire.

"Lu Guangchen, Lu Guanghai, you are trash guarding a mountain of gold but can only beg for scraps!"

"The true essence of this Fist Skill is to gather a thousand streams into a mighty current, it is possesses ultimate power to engulf everything with dominance!

Only power and character like mine can push it to unprecedented heights!"

"But Lu Yulong... that stubborn old fool!"

He practically spat out the name of the Lu Family’s second master, every word drenched in a hatred that cut to the bone.

"He has the complete legacy but clings to it like guarding a grave, stubbornly refusing to let go!

Saying that the character is insufficient, saying that the malicious intent is too heavy... all bullshit!

He is simply afraid! Afraid that someone will surpass him, afraid that I, an outsider, will seize the most dazzling glory of the Lu Family!"

"It’s you, the treacherous outcast! Wei Feng!" Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai almost shouted in unison, their faces instantly drained of color, their shock mixed with undisguisable fear.

Fifteen years ago, Wei Feng was the brightest star at the "Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist" dojo.

He possessed extraordinary talent and superb natural ability, even the discerning second master Lu Yulong praised him as a martial arts genius encountered once in a century, treating him as his own.

At that time, Wei Feng also displayed humility and respect for his teacher, diligent in his efforts, and Lu Yulong was eager to nurture such talent, imparting all the essentials of the Fist Skill below the Embracing Elixir Realm.

However, the Lu Family’s ancestral teachings were as firm as a mountain: Only those with Lu Family blood could inherit the final Embracing Elixir secret—the true soul of the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist—a supreme secret capable of splitting mountains and cutting streams.

No one expected that beneath Wei Feng’s respectful demeanor lay such an enormous ambition.

He was not content with what he had learned and secretly schemed to grasp the rigorously guarded final core.

The night his deeds were exposed, Lu Yulong was furious beyond measure, handling the matter personally to clean house.

Though severely injured, Wei Feng relied on his exceptional skills to escape narrowly, vanishing as if into thin air, fleeing not just from Yifeng Province but retreating overseas, disappearing from sight.