chapter 9 Jinling family, Tai Chi master

Samuel made a forceful entrance, carrying a coffin to celebrate Gangnam King's birthday, sending shockwaves through the entire royal mansion.

"Where did this kid come from?"

"Someone's gifting Gangnam King a coffin?"

The wealthy and influential figures from Jiangnan City, Jiangdong, and Jinling started arriving one by one, astonished as they watched Samuel approach.

Step by step, Samuel advanced. Gangnam King's Royal Guards commanders appeared one by one, attempting to stop him. Unfortunately, they were no match for him, falling one after another, staining the royal mansion with blood.

The outer courtyard of the mansion was filled with high-ranking individuals, while the true elite were within.

"Gangnam King, five years ago, my entire family perished. It was the work of your two bodyguards. Won't you offer me an explanation?"

"What did my Ye family do to provoke you? Why would you commit such an atrocity?"

"Gangnam King, if you don't provide me with an answer today, I'll have your entire mansion buried!" Samuel's words fell like a dark sorcerer's incantation, leaving a trail of unchallenged terror in his wake.

The disturbances he caused finally alerted the inner chambers. In the depths of Gangnam King's mansion, a dignified man sat atop the highest throne in the grand hall. This man was none other than Gangnam King. He had the appearance of a local, with a beard, sharp eyes, and an imposing aura befitting a person of high stature.

"Samuel came?" Gangnam King expressed surprise. Just two hours ago, he had only heard this man's name in connection to the disruption at the Zhao family's engagement ceremony. Just an hour ago, he had learned of the Zhao family's annihilation, with two commanders and one bodyguard meeting their end.

Now, Samuel dared to forcefully intrude upon his mansion!

Initially, he had planned to deal with Samuel after his sixtieth birthday celebration. But to his astonishment, Samuel had arrived on his own.

"Heh, quite audacious. On your sixtieth birthday, Uncle, an impertinent fellow has shown up to cause a scene?"

"Uncle, rest assured, with us here, "This brat is cornered.!"

"Let's all go take a look!"

Over a dozen elegantly dressed and well-heeled young men couldn't help but burst into laughter. They were all from the four major families in Jinling—Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue.

They controlled the Bureau of Weaving in Jiangnan City, Jiangdong, and Jinling, and held significant power.

These young men eagerly stepped towards the courtyard. Gangnam King felt some unease, furrowing his brows as he descended from his throne and followed them outside.

"Where is Gangnam King?"

As soon as Gangnam King stepped out of the hall, he saw a young man striding towards him with a commanding presence, carrying a coffin.

"Samuel, I'm here!"

Gangnam King spoke with indifference.

"Are you Gangnam King?" Samuel stared at the middle-aged man.

He questioned directly, "Is my family's tragedy from five years ago related to you? And what about that bodyguard of yours? Why doesn't he come forward?"

Before Gangnam King could respond, a young man nearby sneered, "Kid, who do you think you are? Do you have the right to speak here?"

"Kneel, bind your hands, and then get lost!"

"Uncle, on your sixtieth birthday, where did this wild brat come from? He dares to act so insolently here. Does he want to be wiped off the face of the earth?"

The young men berated him.

"Get lost!" Samuel only uttered these two words.

"What?"

"You're telling us to get lost?"

The young gentlemen's faces darkened. They erupted in anger, unaccustomed to such treatment. Accustomed to their dominance in Jinling, they'd never encountered such audacity.

"Say one more word, and I'll kill you all." Samuel remained unfazed.

"Kill us? Give it a try." One young man from the Xue family in Jinling sneered.

With a flick of his hand, Samuel plucked a leaf and flung it. It sliced through the air and directly severed the throat of the young man from the Xue family in Jinling.

Dead!

"You!!!"

These young heirs, their faces filled with shock, were terrified. They all recoiled.

"The topper warrior?" Behind them, an elder's voice rang out coldly.

He walked forward and stood in front of the group of young gentlemen from distinguished families, speaking sternly, "Young man, do you know whom you've killed? This is the second son of the Xue family's third branch. You dare to kill even the Xue family's people. Did your master not teach you any manners in martial arts?"

"My master didn't teach me to become a lackey for the powerful," Samuel sneered.

"You!" The elder seethed with anger. "You brat, you seek death!"

He leaped high like a monkey, hurtling toward Samuel with formidable techniques.

"Wait, hold on." Gangnam King hurriedly intervened.

These young gentlemen were unaware of what had transpired at the Zhao family and had no knowledge of their bodyguard and three Royal Guards commanders meeting their demise at Samuel's hands.

"Uncle, rest assured. Master Han is a warrior in the middle period of the top stage. Killing him is as simple as squashing an ant!" one young man assured with a smile.

He was Remy Jia, from the foremost of the four great families in Jinling—the Jia family.

"When Master Han makes his move, this kid is done for," Timothy Shi sneered.

"What a waste of Finn. He just died like that," Felix Xue shook his head. Finn Xue was his cousin, but there was no hint of regret on his face.

The young heirs all wore smirks.

"Bang!"

However, as soon as Master Han attacked, Samuel unleashed a powerful punch, landing it squarely on Master Han's chest.

Master Han's heart stopped beating. Dead!

"Master Han!"

Remy exclaimed.

"How is this possible?"

"He killed Master Han with a single punch?"

"Gangnam King, is the death of my parents and older brother related to you? And where is your bodyguard? Why hasn't he shown himself?" Samuel disregarded Remy and the others, taking confident strides, stepping on Master Han's body, and advancing towards Gangnam King.

"Samuel, this is Gangnam King's residence. It's not your place to act recklessly!"

Suddenly, an elderly voice echoed. An old man slowly emerged from the hall behind Gangnam King.

"Old Master Yang!"

Gangnam King nodded slightly, showing respect even towards this person.

"Who are you?" Samuel furrowed his brows.

"I am Marco Yang, an old man," the elder said slowly. Stepping forward, he displayed an eerie grace and stood directly in front of Gangnam King.

"Marco?"

"Master of Taichi!"

The entire audience was in shock. Marco's name was known throughout Jiangnan City, Jiangdong, Jiangbei, Jinling, and even every province of the Long Country. He was the sole successor of Taichi, a name that commanded awe nationwide.

Remy was astounded. He thought to himself, 'It seems that Gangnam King's ambitions go beyond this. Joining forces with the sole successor of Taichi from the Yang family... Is he planning to expand further? It looks like this birthday celebration was not in vain.'

Timothy and Felix exchanged a glance, each seeing a look of astonishment in the other's eyes.

"So, there's a Master of Taichi present!"

"No wonder Gangnam King is so fearless!"

"Gangnam King has joined forces with the Yang family?"

Luca, the wealthiest man in Jiangshui County, the Chairman of YS Automotive in Jiangnan City, and Lin, the President of the Jinyuan 5-Star Hotel, suddenly realized, prompting whispers among the crowd.

What was even more surprising was Samuel's reaction to the Master of Taichi. He remained unfazed:

"Get lost! Or, go die!"