156: Chapter 156: Overestimating Oneself 156: Chapter 156: Overestimating Oneself Lin Tian’ao’s fists clenched tightly, his eyes revealed a trace of scorn as he barked,

“So what about the Ye Family?

In the eyes of our Lin family, they’re no more than ants, easily crushed by a mere flick of our fingers.

You have the Lin family’s support; what’s there to fear?

Go to the Ye Family tomorrow and demand the person.

If they dare refuse, I’ll have my father exterminate the Ye Family.”

“As for that Tianxiang Restaurant, deliver my orders.

Tell them who I am, and have that proprietress come personally to apologize to this young master.

That will settle the matter; otherwise, no matter how powerful their backing is, I, Lin Tian’ao, will not let them off.”

Having said these words, Lin Tian’ao left the place, leaving Xu Ruhai and his two sons sitting there.

“Dad, this Lin Tian’ao is way too arrogant.

Who does he think he is?

We’re his relatives, and yet he speaks to us like this.”

Xu Yuan said, his face filled with indignation.

“Ah…

ever since your mother passed away, there haven’t been many in the Lin family who take us seriously.

In their eyes, our Xu Family has grown only by relying on them, and they don’t even look at me, their uncle by marriage.”

Xu Ruhai let out a self-deprecating laugh and took a deep drag of his cigar.

“Dad, don’t worry.

Sooner or later, I’ll make those in the Lin family who look down on us realize the strength of the Xu Family.” Xu Ming clenched his fists, his eyes flashing a cold glint.

“A Lin family with such an arrogant, brainless son is bound to fall sooner or later.” Xu Ruhai said with disdain.

“Then Dad, what should we do now?

Should we really follow Lin Tian’ao’s orders?” Xu Ming looked at his father.

“No matter what, he is the eldest young master of the Lin family; we still need to do the necessary work in public.

After all, we can blame the Lin family for anything that goes wrong,” Xu Ruhai said, his gaze twinkling with a sharp light.

In Haitang Garden, Xiao Yifeng had just driven up when several figures emerged in front of him.

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped out of the car.

The group, four in total and dressed in black, held sharp knives in their hands.

The leader, with cold eyes and a hooked nose, emitted a chilly aura—it was Yamada Taka, sent by the Ishii Clan.

“Staying up late and blocking the way, are you sick?” Xiao Yifeng looked at them and remarked flippantly.

“You are Xiao Yifeng!”

Yamada Taka’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, watching Xiao Yifeng intently as he spoke in heavily accented Chinese.

“People from the Island Country?

Members of the Ishii Clan?”

Xiao Yifeng immediately recognized their accents; these people were clearly from the Island Country.

The only individuals from the Island Country who would want to target him now belonged to the Ishii Clan.

“The Patriarch commands, disable his limbs, and bring him back to the Island Country!”

Yamada Taka’s voice was as cold as ever, his eyes revealing a hint of chilly sharpness as he spoke.

Immediately, the samurai experts behind Yamada Taka all surged forward, their blade light streaking towards Xiao Yifeng.

“You people from the Island Country really don’t know your own strength!”

Xiao Yifeng snorted coldly, a trace of cold light flashing through his dark, profound eyes.

His body moved, and he threw a punch into the air.

Bang!

The nose of the man in the lead collapsed, and he flew out.

Xiao Yifeng’s figure flickered, and a sharp knife stabbed out from behind him; he responded with a left hook to the jaw, sending his attacker flying.

Bang, bang, bang!

Following that, Xiao Yifeng rushed forward like a tiger descending a mountain, knocking down all the Ishii Clan warriors before him.

But the next second, he felt a terrible gust of wind attack him, causing his body to sway.

Clang—

A sharp and piercing sound rang out.

In the spot where Xiao Yifeng had just been, a katana cleaved into the ground, carving a ravine into the cement and sending sparks flying in all directions.

Yamada Taka’s eyes flickered with a cold light, and he moved swiftly.

Clutching the katana with both hands, he slashed at Xiao Yifeng again.

The blade glinted menacingly under the bright moonlight, looking chillingly sharp.

Xiao Yifeng’s body swayed once more, dodging the strike.

With one hand shaped like a blade, he aimed a chop at Yamada Taka’s throat, who countered by thrusting his sword at Xiao Yifeng’s stomach and blocking his throat with the other hand, warding off the hand-sword.

Thump!

A dull sound erupted, and both Xiao Yifeng and Yamada Taka were forced to take several steps back.

“Not bad, a Transformative Energy Stage master, you’ve got some skill!”

Xiao Yifeng said coolly to Yamada Taka, his expression calm and showing no signs of nervousness.

Yamada Taka’s gaze was like a torch fixed on Xiao Yifeng, his face growing more serious.

Although they had only exchanged a few moves, he couldn’t see through Xiao Yifeng’s depth, but Xiao Yifeng had immediately gauged his strength, which naturally weighed heavily on his mood.

“Ha!”

Yamada Taka shouted lowly again, stomping with both feet, his body shot out like a cannonball.

The katana in his hand trembled, sending countless blade shadows hurling towards Xiao Yifeng.

Each of the blade shadows carried tangible energy and a chilling shine, making it extremely difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, hiding lethal intent everywhere.

Xiao Yifeng’s mouth curled into a cold smile, a flash of blue light flickered in his eyes and vanished.

In his vision, all the countless blade shadows disappeared, leaving only the real katana.

Boom!

Xiao Yifeng clenched his fist and threw a punch, landing it squarely on the opponent’s katana.

The blade shadows dissipated instantly, and an explosive force burst forth, shattering the katana into pieces.

The unstoppable fist then slammed into Yamada Taka’s chest.

Yamada Taka’s body trembled, spewing out blood, retreating again and again.

His face turned pale as he dropped to one knee on the ground, his breathing thrown into disarray.

“Tell your master, Shijing Ichiro was defeated by me, but if he doesn’t want the Ishii Clan to disappear from this world, then he’d better not bother me again.”

Xiao Yifeng said indifferently, got into his car, and headed towards the villa.

Yamada Taka knelt on the ground, his face dark, his eyes flickering with a cold light.

At the same time, in Kyoto, Japan.

On the top floor opposite a bar, a figure clad in black held the latest model of a sniper rifle.

He checked the time and spoke into a Bluetooth earpiece, “Move!”

With these two words broadcasted, a wave of invisible killings swept through Kyoto.

Nine mid-level leaders belonging to the Ishii Group were exterminated in an instant—some sniped, some bombed, others had their throats slit.

In short, they were all dead.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the bar, flanked by two beautiful women.

He was a deputy general of the Ishii Group’s Kyoto headquarters and a high-status member of the Ishii Clan.

He had now settled into a sedan.

“Bye-bye!”