Soldier King, CEO Queen

Chapter 380 - 378: Capital City, Zhong Family! Capital City, Zhong Family Compound.

It's hard to imagine that deep in the night, the Zhong Family Compound in Capital City would be so lively.

The patriarchs of eight powerful families, whose combined authority and wealth could shake Huaxia, gathered here.

Apart from the Zhong Family Patriarch, Zhong Wuya, the other seven patriarchs were ostensibly there to comfort him, saying something like Zhong Buwang's injuries would surely recover, and his current coma was temporary. But in reality, they were there to curry favor with the old doctor sent by the Dragon Gate, who was now examining Zhong Buwang's injuries in a side room of the courtyard.

The emissary sent by the Dragon Gate! The top families of the Capital City are powerful forces in any part of the world.

These top families lack neither money nor power.

However, they lack heritage! Heritage is something no one ever finds excessive.

If they could befriend the Dragon Gate, it would be the greatest heritage for the family, ensuring stability and prosperity for generations! So, when the seven patriarchs heard that an emissary from the Dragon Gate had cto the Zhong Family Compound, they hurried anxiously to be there.

"Wuya, rest assured, Young Nephew Buwang has a great fate, and with the help of the Dragon Gate emissary, he will definitely recover." Yo+ur* sup@p!or^t$ at M&V*^^LEMP.^*YR^ k%eeps the se+ri!es go^in&g!.% The seven middle-aged men, around the sage as Zhong Wuya, seriously comforted him.

"I hope so." Zhong Wuya sighed, knowing they were not there to comfort him, but to curry favor with the Dragon Gate representative. He chose not to say much.

After all, if the Dragon Gate emissary had gone to any other family's compound, he too would have eagerly gone to ingratiate himself—which was only natural.

Most importantly, he hoped the Dragon Gate emissary could bring good news.

Upon returning to the Capital City, Zhong Wuya immediately spent heavily to invite Huaxia's top five national physicians to treat him.

But the result remained-incurable, and it's highly likely he would never awaken in this lifetime.

So the last hope rested on the emissary sent by the Dragon Gate.

At this moment, the side room's door opened.

"Click." An elder with a flowing beard, dressed in a white hanfu, full of celestial grace, walked out.

"Master Huang, may I ask, my... my son's condition?" Zhong Wuya eagerly stepped forward, hopeful because Zhong Buwang was the last direct descendant of the Zhong family.

The result he got was rather disappointing.

"Buwang's injuries are too severe to reverse, and he is likely to remain bedridden for life." Huang Panyi stroked his long white beard, speaking with a grave expression, "Who dares to so gravely wound my Dragon Gate disciple?" Zhong Wuya's eyes flashed with intense hatred. Taking a deep breath, he said, "It was a kid named Ye Huan. Before Buwang was attacked, he had already revealed his master was none other than the renowned Dragon Gate, yet that kid still struck, causing Buwang to be gravely injured!" "Outrageous! This child disregards our Dragon Gate, what audacity, he seeks death!" Huang Panyi's anger erupted, his beard bristling and eyes bulging with fury.

Then, his expression turned grave, "Where is this child who dares to disregard our Dragon Gate, he's utterly arrogant! I will personally act to eliminate him!" "This kid really is tired of living, daring to attack our Young Nephew Buwang knowing he's a Dragon Gate disciple?" "This isn't just ignoring the Dragon Gate but also disregarding us, the eight powerful families!" "If we don't deal with him, where is our dignity as the top eight families, where is the Dragon Gate's face?" The seven patriarchs immediately echoed, each indignant, clearly wanting to use this as a chance to deepen ties with the Dragon Gate.

Zhong Wuya glanced at these old foxes, silently cursed in his heart.

Calling him dear nephew on the lips while probably wishing Zhong Buwang dead in their hearts.

A bunch of hypocrites.

"Master Huang, this child has already..." Before Zhong Wuya could finish saying, "By this time, Ye Huan has already been killed by the expert we sent, his head severed," Huang Panyi, with his beard bristling and eyes bulging, flicked his sleeve, interrupting Zhong Wuya, with a heavy face, "Patriarch Zhong, where is this child now." His meaning was clear: he wished to personally take action to slay Ye Huan! "Master Huang, there's no need for you to trouble yourself with this matter..." Zhong Wuya attempted to say what he had previously left unsaid but was interrupted again.

This time, the voice that interrupted him changed his face tically, and he swiftly turned his gaze towards the courtyard's gate.

"Where is he now? Right here." As the words landed, an object drew a perfect arc in the air, landing at the feet of the eight patriarchs and Huang Panyi.

Everyone focused their eyes.

After a moment, except for Huang Panyi, everyone else took several steps back in alarm.

The one most affected was Zhong Wuya! Zhong Wuya collapsed on the ground in fright, his lips trembling, eyes wide open staring at the "object" on the ground.

A head! A face pale as a ghost, devoid of any color, a human head! The key thing is, he recognized this head! Jiang Tiansha!

Ranked forty-eighth on the Dark World's Celestial God Rankings, the Zhong Family's secret guardian-Jiang Tiansha! No way! He... wasn't he supposed to take Ye Huan's head! Zhong Wuya raised his head and saw a calm-faced, well-proportioned man walking in from the gate.

He recognized this man too! The breath caught in Zhong Wuya's throat, nearly causing him to faint on the spot.

Ye Huan! This... what is going on! Jiang Tiansha not only failed to take Ye Huan's head, but had his own head taken by Ye Huan? Zhong Wuya was confused, his eyes widening further.

Meanwhile, with each step Ye Huan took into the courtyard, Zhong Wuya's heart pounded harder with anxiety.

Despite this, as the patriarch of the Zhong Family, having witnessed many storms, he quickly regained his composure.

The Dragon Gate emissary was present; the eight powerful families were assembled. Could Ye Huan possibly cause such a commotion? Impossible! He's only here to meet his death this time! Swallowing with difficulty, Zhong Wuya's eyes turned cold, pointing at Ye Huan: "Master Huang, this child is the one who disregards our eight families and the Dragon Gate-the damned one- Ye Huan!"