Chapter 98: He Is Already Dead

After killing the gray-robed elder, Su Yifan searched his body and found a Qiankun pouch. Opening it, he discovered no less than six thousand spirit stones inside, along with several bank cards marked with passwords.

“Wow, as expected of the assassin leader—this many spirit stones,” Su Yifan murmured.

He stored everything in his storage ring and then left the place.

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At the same time, above the Su residence, the sound of helicopter rotors filled the air. A helicopter slowly descended and landed just outside the gate.

Shortly after, an elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit stepped off the helicopter, followed closely by two middle-aged men.

At that moment, Yang Juncheng and his group had already arrived at the gate to welcome them.

“Elder Chen, it’s really you!” Yang Juncheng exclaimed excitedly.

He had expected only a few random agents to be sent over, never imagining that Elder Chen himself would arrive. This man was one of the top leaders of the Dragon Group—their superior.

“Are you all alright?” Chen Jing asked with concern.

“We’re all fine, thank you for your care, Elder Chen,” Yang Juncheng replied, shaking his head.

Seeing that everyone was unharmed, Chen Jing nodded and asked again, “So, what’s the current situation?”

Yang Juncheng proceeded to recount the entire incident in detail, including Su Yifan’s journey to the Shadow Flow Mourning headquarters.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jing’s face was filled with shock. The two middle-aged men following him looked equally incredulous.

Impossible!

One man single-handedly killed five Martial Kings and over a dozen Martial Dao Masters?

This couldn’t be a joke.

“Are you sure?” Chen Jing suppressed his excitement and scanned the group before him.

When he saw everyone nod in unison, he had no choice but to believe it.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to believe; it was just that such an event was too extraordinary—one man killing so many powerful figures sounded horrifying.

“Why didn’t you stop Su Yifan when he went to the Shadow Flow Mourning headquarters?” Chen Jing asked Yang Juncheng and the others gravely.

As a senior leader of the Dragon Group, he was well aware that the master behind Shadow Flow Mourning was a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse.

Although Su Yifan could slay Martial Kings, Chen Jing didn’t believe he could stand against a Martial Emperor.

At Su Yifan’s age, there were barely a handful in the entire Xia nation capable of killing Martial Kings.

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Such a pillar of the nation, Chen Jing did not hope to see him perish here prematurely.

“Elder Chen, it’s not that we didn’t want to stop him; we simply didn’t dare!” Yang Juncheng said with a hint of grievance.

“You don’t know Su Shao’s temper—it’s unpredictable. Before I could even finish speaking, I might have become one of his victims,” he added.

If it weren’t for Su Yifan sparing him before, he might have already met his end.

Trying to stop Su Yifan would be asking for trouble.

Chen Jing was surprised to learn that the usually aloof Yang Juncheng was so afraid of Su Yifan. He guessed that Yang Juncheng must have been beaten badly before.

Moreover, he had heard that Su Yifan’s temperament was quite capricious.

It was understandable, then, that Yang Juncheng was cautious.

Just then, Deng Gang spoke up, “Elder Chen, these two are Su Shao’s parents.”

He turned toward Su Zhenguo and his wife beside him. “Head of the Su family, this is a senior leader of the Dragon Group. You may call him Elder Chen.”

Su Zhenguo and his wife stepped forward and smiled warmly at Chen Jing.

“Greetings, Elder Chen.”

“Hello,” Chen Jing responded without any airs, extending his hand for a handshake.

Su Zhenguo was somewhat overwhelmed by the honor. Inside, he was immensely proud.

Having a worthy son was truly delightful—top officials of the nation treating him with such respect.

“Congratulations, Head of the Su family. Your son has performed a great service to the country this time. The higher-ups will surely reward him,” Chen Jing said as he released Su Zhenguo’s hand.

The prospect of the state honoring his son filled Su Zhenguo’s heart with joy, though he maintained a composed demeanor and shook his head.

“There’s no need for rewards. I fear it might make him arrogant. Besides, contributing to the country is our duty.”

Chen Jing was a little surprised by this.

Suddenly remembering something, he smiled, “Head of the Su family, it’s truly a pity for your son to have such strength and not serve the nation.”

“What do you mean by that?” Su Zhenguo asked.

“My point is—”

Before Chen Jing could finish, a casual voice came from above.

“Hey, you old man, now you’re lying to my parents too.”

Su Yifan descended from the air.

“Yifan, watch your manners—this is a senior leader of the Dragon Group,” Su Zhenguo said, startled by his son’s impudence.

“Dad, you better not get involved,” Su Yifan said, turning to Chen Jing. “First a general from Dragon Scale came, and now a senior leader from Dragon Group. You guys really don’t give up easily.”

“You brat, how dare you speak to Elder Chen like that!” one of the middle-aged men behind Chen Jing stepped forward and shouted.

“Who told you to speak? Step back,” Chen Jing ordered sharply.

At his command, the two men reluctantly withdrew.

Seeing them retreat, a smile appeared on Chen Jing’s aged face. “They are ignorant. I hope you won’t take offense, young friend.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not that petty,” Su Yifan replied, then changed the subject. “If there’s nothing else, you should go back. Don’t bother me.”

“Mom, Dad, let’s go home.”

With that, the family of three walked back into the residence.

“Young friend Su, please wait,” Chen Jing’s voice called from behind.

“If you’re here to persuade me to join Dragon Scale or the Dragon Group, save your breath,” Su Yifan said without looking back.

“It’s not that. I just want to know about the Shadow Flow Mourning headquarters. I heard the person there was a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse, and you—”

Before Chen Jing could finish, Su Yifan cut in, “He’s dead. I’ve already sent the location to Zheng Yuan. If you don’t believe me, you can check it yourself.”

With that, Su Yifan and his family entered the mansion.

Nearby, Zheng Yuan immediately pulled out his phone upon hearing this and found that Su Shao had indeed sent him a message.

“Elder Chen, look,” Zheng Yuan said, handing his phone to Chen Jing.

After viewing the information, Chen Jing was stunned, unable to regain his composure for a long moment.

The address had been provided, which meant this matter was most likely true.

It was utterly shocking.

Who would believe that a young man barely in his twenties had wiped out an assassin organization in a single day?

Most terrifyingly, the Martial Emperor behind that assassin group was also dead.

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Elsewhere, Su Yifan had just returned to his residence.

The place had already been cleaned up; the damaged parts would be repaired later.

At that moment, Yang Juncheng’s voice came from behind.

“Young Master Su, wait a moment.”

“Why are you back? Didn’t I tell you all to leave?” Su Yifan turned around.

Yang Juncheng said nothing, instead pulling out a Qiankun pouch.