In the end, he was one step too late. Even though he had rushed frantically, Third Young Master Jun looked at the bloodied face in the shadows, and his heart was filled with imnse anger.
His gaze was icy, disdainfully looking at the Godfather.
"Once upon a ti, Godfather, you were my target, my challenge, the strong figure I wanted to surpass. Because you were such a powerful existence, as if standing at the pinnacle of the world. But now, I have co to realize your pitiful nature! That so-called aloofness, that so-called authority is nothing but a façade of cowardice, because you cannot truly make people submit, so you use power to humiliate. Ultimately, you have proven your own failure with your own hands; you can subdue the body, but not the heart. Everything you have done has never been aningful."
The Godfather’s face twisted, shrouded in a layer of eternal ice, his blood-stained fingers twitching convulsively.
That feeling of having his cultivated work see through the fatal weakness, that sudden feeling of his own weakness and helplessness, unable to control anything, made him feel angry, unwilling,
"aningless? There is nothing I, Su Feiman, haven’t accomplished, never! No one is an exception."
"And now, what else do you want to do?"
The Godfather looked deeply at him with an expressionless face, his eyes swirling with terrifying things: "Haven’t you co back? So don’t think of leaving again. I will kill Ying, then kill Ye Lu. Love, family, friendship, I will help you destroy them one by one, and when the ti cos, you will have nothing, and you will beco the next ."
The Godfather raised his gun, rcilessly aiming at Ying’s head.
Third Young Master Jun rely said indifferently: "I will never beco the next you, no matter what you do, it’s useless! Besides, I want to tell you a secret! Once you hear this secret, you’ll understand why you can never defeat ."
The Godfather paused, looking at him with a somber face.
He dared to boast so arrogantly, claiming that he could never be defeated—he was curious what backing he relied on!
Third Young Master Jun walked step by step towards the Godfather, and the Godfather’s subordinates imdiately beca tense, simultaneously raising their guns at him.
Third Young Master Jun sneered, nonchalantly throwing away the gun in his hand, calming the killers’ anxious expressions slightly.
"All of you put down your guns; he can’t do anything under my watchful eye." The Godfather arrogantly said, even at that mont, he was still confident that Jun Huang could never escape his control.
Third Young Master Jun’s lips curved into a subtle mocking arc: "Godfather, aren’t you afraid I’ll take this opportunity to attack you?"
"Jun Huang, have you forgotten the pain of having my bamboo sword pierce into you on the island last ti, your organs ruptured? Every ti, you lose to , don’t cause trouble for yourself; you can’t defeat ." The Godfather spoke with deeper aning, referring not only to their martial contests but also to their battles of wits.
He was a top-level judo expert, having won world championships, and for decades, never eting an opponent, no one had ever injured him beneath his eyes.
Third Young Master Jun said no more, walking straight up to him.
"Godfather, don’t you claim that no secret can escape your surveillance? This secret, you definitely didn’t anticipate."
The surrounding subordinates were curious, watching the Godfather and Third Young Master Jun, eager to hear what secret Third Young Master Jun was going to reveal, a secret even the Godfather wouldn’t know.
Unfortunately, Third Young Master Jun clearly did not intend to let anyone outside hear, so all they saw was him approaching the Godfather, whispering sothing softly in his ear.
At first, the Godfather wore a cold smile, lofty and indifferent.
But soon, his face suddenly changed, revealing doubt and shock in his eyes, and whatever Third Young Master Jun said next left the Godfather as if struck by lightning.
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