Omnipotent Cellphone

He looked to be about thirty years old, dressed in simple blue clothing. He wore a faint smile on his face, and he was completely focused on playing chess. Zhou Shoufeng stood next to him respectfully, pouring tea for him at any time.    

    

"Elder Zhou, your chess skills are quite good!" Suddenly, the young man laughed and said. He had been with Zhou Yunhai for half an hour, but it was still a draw.    

    

"Compared to you, young master, this old man is far inferior!" Zhou Yunhai's old face actually had a sense of respect and respect.    

    

"That year, my grandfather gave you this jade pendant. He said that as long as you bring this jade pendant to the Lu family, the Lu family will unconditionally give it their all to help you and your Zhou family once!"    

    

The young man suddenly raised his hand, in his hand was a milky white, plain and simple jade pendant: "Many years have passed! He never thought that Elder Zhou would only be able to use this jade pendant. Was this matter so dangerous for Zhou family? It's about to be used! "    

    

"To be honest, young master, his name is Jiang Xiaobai. I have investigated his background and it is very, very strange. Before, he was just a muddle-headed businessman."    

    

But a few days ago, it was as if he had suddenly become a different person, suddenly possessing extremely terrifying strength, killing Martial Cultivator was as easy as stepping on ants.    

    

He was extremely ruthless to himself, and to others as well. Like a wolf, he let out words that he would destroy my Zhou family tonight, so … "    

    

"It suddenly rose. Seems like it was some sort of fortuitous gain that made it into the Martial Cultivator. How interesting, just that killing Martial Cultivator is like stepping on ants?    

    

Hehe... A piece of trash at the early stage of Yellow Level is even worthy to be called Martial Cultivator? " The young man shrugged his shoulders in disdain: "This young master is a Martial Cultivator at the early stage of Profound Level. I am looking forward to see if he can stomp me to death like an ant."    

    

"Gongzi, you must be joking. No matter how strong that kid is, he's nothing in front of you!" Zhou Yunhai smiled bitterly.    

    

The person in front of him was a peerless genius among the younger generation within the entire Martial Cultivation World. He was a terrifying existence at the early stage of the Profound Level!    

    

Zhou Yunhai was sure that as long as Jiang Xiaobai dared to come here tonight, he would definitely die without a doubt. What he was worried about was that Jiang Xiaobai would only spout a ruthless sentence and not come here tonight...    

    

"Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's continue playing chess, continue playing chess..." The young man waved his hand.    

    

It was already past 12 in the morning.    

    

On Wen Hua City's Ning Hai Road, a young man walked step by step on a spacious and clean road.    

    

His face was expressionless as he walked along quietly.    

    

The most frightening thing was that he was carrying a mahogany coffin!    

    

There was no one on the road, no one at all, because Congee Sea Road was originally a gathering place for the rich in Wen Hua City. Here, the price of housing was over one hundred and fifty thousand and was number one in the entire country.    

    

Here, there were no apartments or commercial houses, only villas. Congealed Sea Road was originally quiet, and now that it was in the middle of the night, one could imagine …    

    

Jiang Xiaobai got off the plane an hour ago. The first thing he did after getting off the plane was to personally knock on the coffin shop's door and buy a coffin.    

    

This was a gift he had given to the old man on Zhou family!    

    

As he walked, Jiang Xiaobai suddenly stopped. He looked up slightly, and on the right side of the road, which was 100 meters in front of him, a huge manor with an area of 20-30,000 square meters landed in front of him.    

    

The entire manor was constructed in a manner similar to those of ancient families. It was magnificent, yet also brimming with an ancient feeling.    

    

Lights were burning all over the manor, and they were so bright that it was blinding.    

    

Jiang Xiaobai quickened his pace.    

    

A few minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai stood in front of Zhou family Manor's entrance.    

    

It was a huge metal door. Jiang Xiaobai didn't knock on it nor did he make any sound. Instead, he just …    

    

Bang!    

    

A kick.    

    

With just that casual kick, that heavy, tall, and enormous iron door directly crashed onto the ground with a loud bang, its sound shaking out like a thunderclap in the summer …    

    

After the door fell, Jiang Xiaobai carried the coffin and walked in.    

    

Before long, Jiang Xiaobai arrived at the front yard of Zhou family Manor.    

    

In the front yard, the fifty plus top bodyguards who were standing upright and waiting for a long time all raised their eyes.    

    

Some of their eyes were big and some were small, but no matter how big their eyes were, at this moment, their eyes were filled with cruelty, killing intent, and bloodlust.    

    

At the same time.    

    

In the back hall.    

    

"Master, Wu Tie is here!" A middle-aged man in a Tang suit respectfully walked in from outside the door, came beside Zhou Yunhai and said in a low voice.    

    

"Yes!" Zhou Yunhai nodded without any change in his mood.    

    

At the same time, Zhou ShouTeng, who was standing by the side, suddenly spoke up, "Dad, Little Ang died miserably … That little bastard can't let him die so easily! I want him to be torn into pieces, his bones crushed, and his ashes thrown into the wind! "    

    

Zhou Shateng was the third son of Zhou Yunhai and Zhou Yunhai's favorite son. Zhou Ang was the only son of Zhou Shateng, and Zhou Shateng had endless expectations for Zhou Ang. At the same time, he had confidence in Zhou Ang and was very satisfied with Zhou Ang's performance over the years …    

    

However, Zhou Ang suddenly died!    

    

At this moment, there was only one reason why Zhou Shiteng could still stand in the back hall and not fall. He wanted to see how Jiang Xiaobai died with his own eyes. He wanted to personally chop off Jiang Xiaobai's head to pay tribute to his son.    

    

As he spoke, Zhou Shiteng's eyes turned red! It was blood-red! His hands clenched into fists …    

    

"En!" Zhou Yunhai merely acknowledged him. There was still no change in his mood. Zhou Yunhai was a ruthless person. When he was young, he was ruthless. When he was old, he was even more ruthless.    

    

Even though Zhou Ang's death made him feel a bit of pity and anger, it would absolutely not affect his calmness and thinking. At this moment, Young Master Lu was still present, so he could not lose his composure.    

    

"Dad …" Zhou Shenteng wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Zhou Yunhai. "Don't say anything else. Just wait quietly. With Young Master here, Jiang Xiaobai will definitely die today. I will definitely avenge myself!"    

    

Zhou Shiteng could only nod and remain silent.    

    

"Elder Zhou, since the person is here, hahaha, then let's not continue playing. There should be a monitor, right? Bring the monitor up and we can all enjoy watching this ant bounce around. "    

    

The young man playing chess with Zhou Yunhai suddenly put down his chess piece and smiled playfully.    

    

He is Lu Qing! The only son of the Martial Cultivation World's Lu Family Patriarch, had already been appointed as the Lu Family's Patriarch!    

    

He was only thirty-two years old this year, but his profound energy was already at the early stage of the inner strength. His talent in the martial way was at least unprecedented in the Lu family.    

    

Martial Cultivation World had a ranking on the Undercover Rankings, and Lu Qing was at 54th place.    

    

In the entire Martial Cultivation World, there were hundreds of large and small families, the Martial Cultivator s added together numbered close to a hundred thousand, and the youths numbered at least thirty to fifty thousand.