The Miyamoto family's core residence was located in the heart of Tokyo, Japan. In this highly developed modern metropolis, an ancient manor stood out conspicuously, yet it was considered a charming historical site. The family's identity as descendants of the legendary swordsman Miyamoto Musashi further enveloped the manor in an aura of mystery, making it beloved by tourists from all over Japan and other countries.

On his way to the Miyamoto Musashi family's estate, Qin Heng encountered a group of Chinese tourists led by a tour guide, preparing to visit. Part of the Miyamoto family's estate was open to the public as a tourist attraction. Qin Heng hadn't initially noticed the tour group. However, among the tourists from China, there was one person he recognized.

Meng Huihui!

She was Song Ningran's former best friend. Back when Qin Heng had just returned after his rebirth, she had persuaded Song Ningran to go to Emperor's KTV, trying to set her up with Li Jiayi. She was quite attractive and had a good figure but was a bit materialistic.

As Qin Heng walked by, Meng Huihui immediately recognized him. Clearly, she remembered Qin Heng very well.

"Qin Heng, you're Qin Heng, right! Are you also traveling in Japan?" Meng Huihui proactively approached, greeting Qin Heng with a sweet smile and the air of an intellectual beauty.

"Sort of," Qin Heng responded indifferently, not bothering to pay Meng Huihui much attention. However, as Meng Huihui approached, he could feel several gazes turn towards him, emanating strong hostility. They came from two men in the tour group.

"Huihui, is this a friend of yours?" A tall, handsome young man dressed in designer clothes and wearing a Patek Philippe watch walked over. He glanced at Qin Heng with disdain and said, "Young man, are you backpacking alone in Japan?"

"Get lost, or I'll kill you right now," Qin Heng said calmly.

He was in Japan now and had no reservations. Besides, his intention was to make Japan submit thoroughly, so he didn't mind taking care of a few insignificant pests along the way.

"You!?" The young man was taken aback and turned to Meng Huihui. "Huihui, your friend here has some severe violent tendencies. He's actually saying he's going to kill me. Does he think laws don't exist?"

"Qin Heng, you're in the wrong here." Meng Huihui frowned and said, "Even if you are the scion of a major Chinese conglomerate, that's no way to behave. Besides, this Mr. Jiang Qian is no ordinary person!"

"No matter what he is, in my eyes, he's just an ant." Qin Heng glanced at Meng Huihui and said indifferently, "What you do is your business. However, I'll give you a piece of advice: the Miyamoto family will soon be destroyed. You'd better leave this place immediately."

"HAHAHA!!" Laughter rang out. Another young man from the tour group approached, looked Qin Heng up and down, and said, "Kid, have you been reading too many novels and comics, thinking you're the protagonist? Do you even know who Brother Jiang is? Daring to call him an ant? And saying the Miyamoto family will be destroyed is even more ridiculous! In terms of family power, the Miyamoto family ranks within the top five in Japan. What makes you think they'll be destroyed?"

"Because the Miyamoto family offended me." Qin Heng stood with his hands clasped behind his back and sneered. "Members of the Miyamoto family have repeatedly tried to kill me. It's become an incessant annoyance, so I had no choice but to come to Japan personally to destroy them!"

With those words, the surrounding area suddenly fell silent.

Meng Huihui looked at Qin Heng incredulously, shook her head, and sighed, "Young Master Qin, I know your family is rich, but even with money, you can't just daydream in broad daylight!

"The Miyamoto family is indeed very powerful; their financial and political power is almost at the pinnacle in Japan. Who do you think you are to say you want to annihilate the Miyamoto family? It's just... it's utterly ridiculous."

"HAHAHA! Huihui, I think this friend of yours is an idiot!" Jiang Qian looked at Qin Heng with disdain and said, "Alright, kid. I am the Senior Vice President of the Miyamoto Consortium. For you to stand before me and claim you want to destroy the Miyamoto family... I'm now considering whether or not to have you arrested!"

"Brother Jiang, let's just drop it. He's Huihui's friend, after all," another young man said with a smile. "This kid just looks like a delusional teenager with a screw loose. Ignore him."

"Qin Heng, you used to act so high and mighty in front of me," Meng Huihui said, looking at Qin Heng. "But you're truly clueless about the way of the world. Right now, it only takes one word from Jiang Qian, and you'll be immediately arrested by the Japanese police!

"Beg me. If you beg me, I'll plead for you and ask Jiang Qian to let you go. Apologize to him, say that everything you just uttered was nonsense, and we'll pretend this never happened."

"We can't just let this go," Jiang Qian suddenly interjected, smiling. "Huihui, just having him beg you isn't enough. How about this: if he kneels and kowtows to me a few times, I might consider it."

"Jiang Qian, is it?" Qin Heng glanced at him indifferently. "Have you forgotten what I told you earlier?"

"What words?" Jiang Qian sneered. "Kid, still acting so arrogant? Kneel immediately! Otherwise, even if Huihui pleads for you, it'll be useless. I'll call the police right now and have you arrested!"

"What I said was..." Qin Heng raised his palm, his gaze icy as he looked at Jiang Qian. "I told you to get lost, or I would kill you! It seems you really have a death wish!"

BOOM!

Qin Heng's palm struck out, emitting a deafening roar. A white stream of air exploded in midair, like a jet plane swooping at low altitude. The gale it unleashed sent Meng Huihui and the other young man flying backward.

As for Jiang Qian, he was locked in place by Qin Heng and bore the full brunt of the palm strike!

BANG!

Jiang Qian flew out sideways, his whole body making crackling sounds. He flew as if struck by a speeding train, hurled over a hundred meters before hitting the ground. He then slid for another thirty meters, carving a long trench, and finally crashed into a wall, where he came to a stop.

But now, Jiang Qian was beyond recognition. His body was torn and ragged, limbs twisted, chest caved in, and his head slumped to the side—dead beyond any doubt!

This Jiang Qian, a high-ranking executive of the Miyamoto Consortium, had dared to demand Qin Heng kneel and beg for mercy!

He was truly courting death!

"Murder! There's been a murder!"

"God! It's murder!"

Meng Huihui and the others screamed. The entire tour group descended into chaos, fleeing haphazardly towards the Miyamoto family estate up ahead.

"Stop!"

However, at that moment, a group of samurai suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Miyamoto family's estate, each brandishing a katana. There were two to three hundred of them, fully prepared for battle, effectively stopping Meng Huihui and the others from entering.

"Qin Xuantian, I never thought you would truly dare to come!" An elderly voice rang out. The samurai then parted, making way for an old man, who appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, to walk through.

"I am Miyamoto Koyi, son of Miyamoto Zongyou! You killed my father—this is an irreconcilable blood feud! Now, I am here to kill you! Qin Xuantian, come forth and meet your death!"