Chapter 439 Kill Lin Mu!
「Xingchen Clubhouse.」
The clubhouse was festively decorated, with a wide array of drinks and snacks available for the taking.
Today, the Fang Family had invited numerous prominent figures from Jiangling. The occasion was the engagement party for Fang Shaobin, the son of Fang Tang, the Fang Family Head. Countless tycoons and magnates gathered at the Xingchen Clubhouse, joy evident on every face. To be invited by the Fang Family was, in itself, a great honor.
Fang Tang wore a red Tang suit, looking spirited and beaming with a wide smile. Beside him, Fang Shaobin sat in a wheelchair, also smiling.
Yet, a flicker of darkness passed through the depths of his eyes. The reason was simple: one of his legs was crippled. From this day forward, he was a disabled man. The position of Fang Family Head could never be passed on to a cripple.
Besides, Fang Tang had two other sons who were already helping manage the family’s businesses.
"Haha, thank you all for gracing us with your presence."
Once most of the guests had arrived, Fang Tang stood up, clasped his fists in salute, and addressed the crowd. "Today is my father’s eightieth birthday, and it is also the engagement ceremony for my son, Shaobin."
Fang Tang spoke cheerfully, "My father is getting on in years, so he won’t be joining us. I hope you all understand. With all of you as witnesses, I’m certain they will cherish each other and grow old together."
As Fang Tang offered these auspicious words, the crowd responded with joyous laughter and a chorus of congratulations.
The members of the Yang Family were also beaming. Yang Qing marrying into the Fang Family was a monumental piece of good fortune for them. From this point on, the Yang Family would become an influential family in Jiangling.
"Hmph. Three days have passed. I wonder how that Lin Mu fellow is doing."
Someone in the crowd suddenly muttered this.
"How is he doing? I bet he scurried back to his hometown ages ago."
"Exactly. That’s what you get for daring to offend the Fang Family. He was asking for a death wish."
As the crowd buzzed with discussion, the large screen that had been displaying photos of Fang Shaobin and Yang Qing suddenly flickered to a new image. It depicted a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, a scene so beautiful it looked like an Immortal Realm on Earth. The trees were lush and green, with vines draping down gracefully.
Three eye-catching characters blazed on the screen, dazzling to behold.
Coiling Dragon Bay!
A collective gasp went through the crowd, and people began pointing at the screen, chattering excitedly.
"Where is this? Could it be where the new couple took their photos?"
"I think so! The Fang Family lives up to its reputation as a Jiangling powerhouse, finding such a paradise on Earth for their photos. How remarkable."
"Coiling Dragon Bay? Is that Jiuzhaigou or somewhere else? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it."
Fang Tang’s expression, however, darkened slightly. But after hearing the crowd’s comments, he forced a faint smile and said, "Indeed. This is the special place I found for the new couple. After they’re married, I plan to acquire some property there for them."
"Patriarch Fang is so generous!"
"The new couple is truly blessed."
Faces all around showed unconcealed envy. Some of the women, in particular, were inwardly fuming.
Why wasn’t it me who was engaged to Fang Shaobin?
"Sister, look! This place is gorgeous!" Yang Zi tugged on Yang Qing’s arm, her face full of envy. "After you two get married, you have to take me there to visit."
"She’s right, Yang Qing! It looks like an Immortal Realm. It’s breathtaking!"
Listening to the fawning comments, Yang Qing wore a bittersweet smile, unsure how to respond.
"Everyone, check your phones! Jiangling’s Top Ten Most Beautiful Real Estate Developments—Coiling Dragon Bay!" someone shouted.
People quickly pulled out their phones. Instantly, they saw that their news feeds were dominated by stories about Coiling Dragon Bay’s upcoming launch sale. There was even a detailed introduction to the development. Furthermore, it was reported that Coiling Dragon Bay was formerly the Haiyuan Tiancheng project.
"What’s going on?!"
"Why is it Haiyuan Tiancheng?!"
"One hundred thousand per square meter? Are they insane?"
Shocked exclamations erupted from the crowd, but many were still tempted. They saw the descriptions and pictures of Coiling Dragon Bay, and even some aerial footage. Captivated by the picturesque scenery, they secretly decided they had to buy a property there.
Fang Tang was also reading the news about Coiling Dragon Bay, and the more he read, the more sinister his expression became.
"Lin Mu, I underestimated you!" Fang Tang spat through clenched teeth.
The Haiyuan Tiancheng project had indeed been his deliberate trap, laid and waiting for Lin Mu to fall into it. He had spent a considerable sum to set it up. But he had never expected Lin Mu to transform Haiyuan Tiancheng into this and even rename it Coiling Dragon Bay.
Staring intently at the photos of the new development, Fang Tang muttered to himself with an icy demeanor, "But do you really think this means you can rest easy?"
Fang Tang gestured with his hand, and Feng Yang hurried over.
"Tell that person to destroy Coiling Dragon Bay!"
Feng Yang nodded and rushed off.
A cold smile spread across Fang Tang’s lips.
Challenge me? You’re still too green! That person is the Sect Leader of the Corpse Raising Sect, a man of immense power. You can remodel Haiyuan Tiancheng all you want, Lin Mu, but I’ll just have it destroyed!
Just as people were excitedly discussing buying a home in Coiling Dragon Bay, the butler rushed in, flustered.
"Patriarch, it’s terrible!"
Fang Tang’s face turned cold. He snapped, "What’s so terrible? Has the sky fallen?"
"No..." The butler wiped a bead of cold sweat from his brow. "Someone... someone sent a coffin."
"What?!"
When Fang Tang led his men outside to look, they saw it immediately. A coffin was placed right at the entrance of the clubhouse. A piece of paper was pasted on it, with a line of text: Congratulations to Old Master Fang on His 80th Birthday—Lin Mu.
The guests stared at the coffin in disbelief, a palpable sense of fear creeping into their hearts.
Lin Mu had actually sent Old Master Fang a coffin! Was this a declaration of war or a provocation?
Holding the piece of paper, Fang Tang swayed on his feet, his face draining of all color.
"Lin Mu, you whelp! You’ve gone too far!"
Fang Tang bellowed, then abruptly coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed, unconscious.
The esteemed head of the Fang Family had actually been so enraged that he spat blood and fainted. The onlookers exchanged glances, a hint of pity in their eyes. For the Fang Family to be targeted by a young man to this extent... how pathetic.
Seeing the Fang Family in utter chaos, no one dared to linger. They hastily made their excuses and left.
By the time Fang Tang came to, his eyes were vacant, as if his mind hadn’t fully returned. Just then, a pale-faced Feng Yang approached. "Chairman, that person is unreachable."
"What?" Fang Tang asked blankly. "How is that possible? Isn’t Master Feng always at Haiyuan Tiancheng?"
"I don’t know either!" Feng Yang said, panicking. "What I’m worried about now is that my grandfather might be in trouble too!"
Feng Yang had made several calls but couldn’t get through to anyone. An unsettling feeling grew in his heart.
A horrifying thought seemed to strike Fang Tang. His pupils suddenly contracted, and a surge of murderous intent washed over him as he snarled, "Go! Contact the Fire Cloud Sect and the Martial Alliance! I want Lin Mu dead!"