There’s a narrow canyon stretching 305 meters along the road from the Blackfield Public Auction venue to Jadeport City.
Right now, three SUVs are parked at both the entrance and the exit of the canyon.
In one of the SUVs at the canyon’s exit sat Felix Song. After hanging up his phone, a fierce grin spread across his face: “Ian, this canyon will be your burial ground!”
After leaving the small town, Ian and Harold Han’s group got into their respective cars and started driving back toward Jadeport City.
Ten minutes later, their cars approached the canyon.
Ian instinctively glanced at the three black SUVs parked at the canyon entrance. The window tint was so dark he couldn’t see inside. Of course, if he really wanted to, he could just activate his Clairvoyant Vision—but he figured he wasn’t bored enough to bother.
But as soon as Ian and Harold’s car entered the canyon, the three SUVs parked on both sides suddenly started up and followed behind them.
"Something’s up! Looks like those three SUVs were waiting for us to enter the canyon!"
Sure enough, before they’d even driven a hundred meters into the canyon, three more identical SUVs came barreling toward them from up ahead.
“Interesting! So they’re boxing us in from both sides?”
A cold smirk appeared at the corner of Ian’s mouth as he activated his Clairvoyant Vision. He instantly saw that Felix Song and his two bodyguards were in the three oncoming SUVs.
“Some people just can’t help courting death,” Ian sighed, then stepped on the brakes.
As soon as Ian stopped, Harold Han’s car behind him halted as well. They realized they were now blocked inside the canyon by six black SUVs.
“Master, this isn’t good—we’re boxed in!” Victor Liu, the driver, said nervously.
“Don’t panic. Just stay in the car for now and see who they are,” Harold Han replied calmly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of car doors slammed shut. Then, a total of eighteen people stepped out from the six vehicles—fourteen of them holding submachine guns.
Seeing this, Victor Liu’s face turned ghostly pale, and Sabrina Han’s eyes filled with deep worry. Only Harold Han remained composed, his expression unchanged—though if you looked closely, you could spot a hint of unease in his eyes.
Bang! Bang!
Two more car doors slammed—this time, Ian and Xiang Shan both stepped out together.
"You two stay in the car. I’ll go have a look." Harold Han said to them, reaching for the door.
"Master, don’t get out! They’re all armed!" Victor Liu shouted.
"Yeah, Grandpa, it’s safer to stay in the car," Sabrina Han urged.
"Enough. Just stay in the car."
Without giving them a chance to argue, Harold Han pushed open the door and got out.
"Grandpa, I’m coming too!" Sabrina Han said, opening her door to follow.
Victor Liu, still in the driver’s seat, didn’t move. A look of inner struggle flashed across his face.
"Master Han, Miss Han, why did you get out?"
Ian looked at them in surprise.
"They’re all carrying submachine guns. If they really want to kill us, my car won’t stop the bullets," Master Han said, his face calm as ever.
Hearing this, Ian Song couldn't help but admire Harold Han. After all, the man was just an ordinary person. He laughed heartily and said, "Haha, Master Han, you've got guts! But don't worry, as long as I'm here, these people can't hurt you!"
Felix Song, standing at the front, shouted mockingly, "Ian Song, you can't even protect your own life now, yet you still want to protect others! You really are full of yourself!"
Ian Song didn't take Felix Song's mockery to heart at all. He stared at Felix's face and grinned, "Ugly freak, didn't I tell you not to come out and scare people? Why don't you ever listen?"
At the word 'ugly freak,' Felix Song's cheeks twitched violently, especially the side with the birthmark, which stung faintly. He glared coldly at Ian Song. "You're about to die, and you still have the nerve to run your mouth!"
Ian Song swept his gaze over the gun-toting thugs around them and said playfully, "Do you really think a bunch of losers waving fire-stoking sticks can kill me?"
When Ian Song called their submachine guns 'fire-stoking sticks,' Felix Song couldn't help but laugh in anger. He sneered, "Show him what these fire-stoking sticks can do!"
Immediately, fourteen burly men raised their submachine guns in unison. But before they could pull the trigger, a series of sharp 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sounds sliced through the air.
At the same time, Xiang Shan, who had been silent, suddenly lunged backward.
His speed was so extreme that the naked eye could barely track him.
With a series of muffled grunts, the six gunmen standing behind Felix Song were each struck in the throat by a coin, collapsing to the ground.
The eight remaining gunmen were all sent flying by Xiang Shan's fists.
"See? I told you those were just fire-stoking sticks, and you didn't believe me. Do you believe it now?" Ian Song shrugged and looked playfully at the stunned Felix Song.
Harold Han, standing behind Ian Song, was calm—he already knew the Zhao Family wasn't just any ordinary clan, but a legendary martial arts family. As for Sabrina Han, she was completely shocked. Six flashes of silver, and six gun-toting thugs were down.
And for the eight men in the back, all she saw was a blur of motion before they were blasted away.
This scene completely overturned her worldview. She even wondered if she had somehow stepped into a wuxia story.
When she finally came to her senses, she grabbed Harold Han's arm and asked, "Grandpa, Ian Song and his friend... who are they really?"
"They're legendary martial artists—and very powerful ones at that!" Harold Han replied solemnly.
"Wow, so there really are martial artists in this world. That's incredible!"
"There's a lot you don't know!" Harold Han chuckled. With all the gunmen taken care of, their danger was gone.
Meanwhile, Victor Liu, still sitting in the car, was filled with regret. If he'd known Ian Song and his friend were this strong, he would've gotten out with them from the start.
"Young Master, those two's cultivation is way beyond anything we imagined. We should retreat!" The middle-aged man trailing Felix Song whispered to him.
"Second Elder, even you can't handle them?" Felix Song's face showed a hint of panic at the man's words.
"Not only can't I handle them, I don't even have the qualification to be their enemy!" the middle-aged man said bitterly. When Ian Song unleashed his hidden weapons, he barely sensed the attack. If those coins had been aimed at him, he doubted he could dodge—they were just too fast.
Besides that, the ordinary-looking one was even more terrifying than Ian Song.
From the moment he charged to sending eight gunmen flying, the whole thing took less than a second.
At that speed, even the Song family's Innate Fourth-Layer Grand Elder would have to look up to him. If the other side made a move, he was sure he couldn't last even one round.