Chapter 84: Lei Kun

When Yang Fan and Wang Gang returned to the hotel, they found someone already waiting for them.

The people inside the room were none other than members of the Yang family.

“My dear cousin, I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time. Now that you’re back, come with me,” Yang Wei stood up, looking at Yang Fan.

“I have nothing to do with the Yang family anymore,” Yang Fan replied calmly. “If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Yang Fan didn’t regard the people in the room as any threat. There were just over a dozen of them, at best bodyguards, nothing dangerous. As for those standing at the entrance, they were merely ordinary people.

“Yang Fan, you must take responsibility for what you’ve done,” Yang Wei said angrily. “You killed people from the Azure Gang, and now they’ve come to the Yang family for you.”

In the eyes of the Azure Gang, the Yang family was just a small clan, posing no real threat. If they wished, the Azure Gang could wipe the Yang family from Jiang City. They simply didn’t want to cause too much trouble and risk drawing the attention of the higher authorities in Yanhuang Nation.

“If the Azure Gang wants me, let them come for me themselves,” Yang Fan replied coldly. “If the Yang family doesn’t know what’s good for them, don’t blame me for what happens.”

Seeing Yang Fan’s refusal, Yang Wei grew furious.

“You don’t have a say in this,” Yang Wei said in a low voice. “Take him down!”

He stepped aside, letting the bodyguards make their move.

Receiving his order, the bodyguards rushed at Yang Fan.

With a roar, Wang Gang charged forward to fight them off. Yang Fan merely stepped aside, letting Wang Gang handle it.

The dozen bodyguards were no match for Wang Gang, who felled them in seconds. Even as the people outside surged in, Wang Gang dispatched them with overwhelming force.

Witnessing this, Yang Wei collapsed onto the floor in terror, his face ashen.

“Get out,” Yang Fan said coldly, casting a glance at Yang Wei.

Yang Wei scrambled away, not daring to linger another moment. He knew Yang Fan was formidable but hadn’t expected that Wang Gang alone could handle everyone without Yang Fan even lifting a finger.

Back at the Yang family residence, Yang Wei sat on the sofa, still shaken and full of lingering fear.

The senior members of the Yang family looked at Yang Wei’s frightened expression and shook their heads.

“Yang Fan is a martial artist himself, and he has a powerful ally at his side. We have no chance of capturing him,” Yang Zhenhong said helplessly.

“So what do we do now? The Azure Gang is already here. If we don’t hand Yang Fan over, our family will face destruction,” Yang Tianrong said anxiously.

The Azure Gang was not an enemy the Yang family could afford to provoke. Now that their people had arrived, if Yang Fan wasn’t handed over, the Yang family’s businesses in Jiang City would be destroyed by the gang. This was something the Yang family could not accept. Yet, to capture Yang Fan was beyond their means.

“Master, Lei Kun is here,” the butler announced as the senior members discussed how to handle the situation.

“Please bring him in at once!” said Yang Zhenhong, hurrying out to greet the guest.

At the mention of Lei Kun’s arrival, the faces of the Yang family’s upper echelons changed.

Lei Kun was a member of the Azure Gang, and more importantly, a disciple of the gang’s leader. His visit could only mean he was here for Yang Fan.

Soon, the senior members of the family followed a middle-aged man into the room. He appeared to be in his thirties, exuding an aura that made hearts tremble, his eyes flashing as if with lightning.

This man was Lei Kun, the Azure Gang leader’s disciple.

Lei Kun sat down in a chair and looked at the Yang family elders, his tone menacing. “It’s been so long, and you still haven’t found him. Do you wish for your family to be erased?”

Eager to avenge his junior, Lei Kun had waited in Jiang City for quite some time but had heard no news of Yang Fan. His patience was wearing thin. This visit was his final warning to the Yang family.

“Mr. Lei, we have found Yang Fan, but we can’t bring him to you,” Yang Zhenhong said carefully, helplessness in his voice.

Who would have thought that the grandson they’d cast out would turn out to be a remarkable martial artist? Trying to bring him in was beyond their capabilities. Even their own family’s protector dared not act against Yang Fan, for fear of being killed.

“You mean to tell me you can’t even capture one man? That’s rather hard to swallow,” Lei Kun said coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on Yang Zhenhong.

“Mr. Lei, Yang Fan is a powerful martial artist. Asking us to capture him puts us in an impossible position,” Yang Zhenhong said bitterly. “Besides, Yang Fan has severed all ties with our family. His matters have nothing to do with us.”

“Yes, Yang Fan has long since cut ties with us. Please, Mr. Lei, have mercy on our family,” Yang Tianhong pleaded.

He had long since given up hope on his illegitimate son. As a member of the Yang family, he still had to consider the family’s interests. He could not allow the family to be ruined over an illegitimate child.

“What level is his strength?” Lei Kun asked, frowning.

All eyes turned to Tang Gui, the family’s resident protector.

Tang Gui stood and bowed to Lei Kun, then replied, “If I’m not mistaken, Yang Fan possesses the strength of a late-stage martial artist.”

Back then, Protector He had fought Yang Fan and was subdued within a few moves, unable to fight back. Protector He was a beginner-level martial artist, but Yang Fan had defeated him easily, indicating his strength was at least that of a late-stage martial artist.

“Late-stage martial artist,” Lei Kun mused, stroking his chin. “Looks like he might be a worthy opponent—just what I need to hone my skills.”

“Mr. Lei, we know Yang Fan is staying at a hotel. Here’s the address,” Yang Tianrong said, handing over a slip of paper.

Lei Kun accepted the address, put it away, and left the Yang family. Since they couldn’t deliver Yang Fan, he would have to act himself.

A late-stage martial artist was not so easily dealt with. Encountering such an opponent, Lei Kun felt the long-lost surge of battle lust. It had been a long time since he’d met anyone who could arouse his interest.

In the hotel room, Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, cultivating with a spirit stone in his hand, truly absorbing the spiritual energy within it. As he drew in the energy, it quickly entered his body and was refined.

Within his dantian, his spiritual power grew steadily, and a sharp aura emanated from his body, enveloping the entire room.

Suddenly, he stopped cultivating and opened his eyes.

With a loud crash, the door was violently kicked open.

A middle-aged man burst in. Wang Gang, seeing the intruder, instantly recognized his strength but felt no fear and attacked at once.

“Excellent!” Lei Kun shouted, engaging Wang Gang in combat.

Their fists and feet collided, each blow thunderous, their explosive power shaking the room. Everything in the room was smashed to pieces—tables, chairs, all destroyed.

Yang Fan stood aside, calm and collected, watching the fight. He could tell that Lei Kun was much stronger than Wang Gang, but defeating him would still take some effort.