Chapter 17: Annihilate Your Wei Hu Sect

Under the old cat’s guidance, Han Yang quickly drove to the Chen residence. The Chen family’s grand mansion and courtyard looked impressively majestic. After getting out of the car, Han Yang pulled the old cat down with him. At this moment, the old cat was trembling in fear, soiling itself uncontrollably.

“Hero, I’ve already brought you to the Chen family. Please spare me!” the old cat pleaded.

Han Yang’s face was filled with murderous intent. “Spare you? Dream on. You burned down my old family home; I must take your life.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Han Yang swung his machete horizontally. The old cat’s head fell to the ground. Blood stained the blade and splattered onto Han Yang’s face.

The two guards at the gate were instantly horrified. “Who are you to dare cause trouble on Lord Hu’s estate?”

“I’m here to take Chen Hu’s life,” Han Yang said coldly.

The guards were intimidated by the murderous aura radiating from Han Yang. They immediately ran into the Chen residence, shouting loudly as they went, “Help, someone’s attacking Lord Hu! Quick, come help!”

In the next second, the entire Chen estate erupted with alarm sirens. Countless men clad in black poured out from all directions.

Han Yang, holding the old cat’s severed head, strode into the Chen compound. Soon, a large group of black-clad men blocked his path. Leading them was the head of the Chen family’s security.

“Bold dog thief! How dare you break into the Chen estate at night? You must be courting death,” sneered the security chief.

Han Yang replied, “I have no time for your nonsense. My target is Chen Hu. If you don’t want to die, get out of my way.”

“You’ve got a big mouth! Lord Hu’s turf isn’t a place for scum like you to run wild. Brothers, kill him!” The security chief gave the order, and the guards charged at Han Yang in a frenzy.

Han Yang spared no mercy. Since these men were seeking death, he was more than willing to grant it. Leaping into the crowd, he swung his machete wildly. Each strike felled a guard. He unleashed all his pent-up rage.

That old house meant everything to him. It was the only memory left of his mother, the reason he had clung to that home all these years. But Chen Hu had sent men to burn it down. That act ignited the fire of hatred in Han Yang’s heart.

In barely a minute, dozens of guards lay dead in pools of blood. Limbs were severed, heads rolled on the ground. The security chief was utterly stunned. The Wei Hu Gang hadn’t faced such a formidable opponent in a long time.

Without hesitation, the chief turned and fled, knowing he was no match for Han Yang. He ran to seek Chen Hu’s help.

Soon, the chief arrived at a villa, its lights blazing. Chen Hu stood at the entrance, flanked by the Wei Hu Gang’s Four Guardians and their subordinates—over a hundred men in total.

“Lord Hu, bad news! Something big has happened. Someone attacked us and killed all my guards,” the chief reported, still shaken.

Chen Hu’s eyes sharpened like knives as he stared ahead. He knew who had come—no one else but Han Yang.

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