Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 585: Go Find Grandpa! (First Update)

"Young Master Wang, I think we should now cut off all ties with the companies below and send all the managers away. This way, it might be possible to prevent Lin Feng from tracing us here," Xiang Tian saw the surprised look on Young Master Wang’s face and understood what he was worried about. With Meng Tian already dead, the only thing left to do was to try and take care of the remaining issues, striving not to let Lin Feng trace anything back to Young Master Wang.

"That’s useless. Since Lin Feng has already found Meng Tian, it will be very easy for him to find others if he wants to. Doing so makes no sense," Young Master Wang directly negated Xiang Tian’s suggestion. If Lin Feng could find out about Meng Tian, who had been the closest to him, then none of the remaining company managers would be able to escape if Lin Feng decided to look into them. No matter where they went, Lin Feng would find them, so this plan was pointless.

"Then, Young Master Wang, why don’t we hire an assassin to kill Lin Feng and nip the problem in the bud?" Xiang Tian proposed another suggestion. Although Young Master Wang had said that Lin Feng was extremely skilled, if they hired a professional assassin team, there was still a chance to kill Lin Feng. As long as Lin Feng died, Young Master Wang wouldn’t be in any danger.

"It’s useless. No one can kill Lin Feng; those assassins stand no chance against him because Lin Feng is a master who transcends the understanding of ordinary people!" Young Master Wang once again rejected Xiang Tian’s suggestion. Under the current circumstances, no one could kill Lin Feng. Boss Li Zerui, an AAA-ranked master, had been defeated by Lin Feng. There were very few people in the Secular World who could kill Lin Feng. Unless an S-class master intervened. But now, Young Master Wang even suspected that S-class master Uncle Li was killed by Lin Feng. No one could kill someone as formidable as Lin Feng.

"Then, Young Master Wang, what if we capture all the people close to Lin Feng and use them to threaten him?" Xiang Tian racked his brain and could only think of this method to force Lin Feng not to act. Not being able to stop Lin Feng from investigating or kill Lin Feng meant they could only resort to kidnapping his loved ones to blackmail him into inaction.

"That’s even worse. You don’t understand Lin Feng. If he wants to, no one can avoid his tracking. The fact that he could track down Meng Tian without any leads shows what the outcome of a kidnapping would be. Moreover, if we capture his relatives, he would go mad. Once he rescues them and then tracks the deed back to me... the number of people dying won’t just be one..."

Hearing Xiang Tian’s suggestion, Young Master Wang immediately dismissed it. The idea was like playing with fire; given Lin Feng’s inexplicable abilities, kidnapping his family members was tantamount to a death wish. It would only further enrage Lin Feng, possibly leading to even more astonishing actions. This suggestion was even less feasible.

"So... So, Young Master Wang, let’s just find a place to hide. Even if Lin Feng traces you, he can’t do anything if he doesn’t find you," Xiang Tian said, growing panicky upon hearing Young Master Wang’s response. Having followed Young Master Wang for so many years, he knew that Young Master Wang never spoke groundlessly. Since the situation had reached this point and there was nothing left to do, he suggested that Young Master Wang hide. This was their last resort.

"It’s useless. If Lin Feng traces me, he’ll dig me out from the ends of the earth. Do you know what kind of person Lin Feng is? He’s not just a superior master; he’s also a superb hacker. The feats he can accomplish are beyond belief. Finding a person is definitely not difficult for Lin Feng."

Young Master Wang shook his head. The situation was in dire straits. Never had he imagined Lin Feng would find Meng Tian so quickly. Finding Meng Tian meant Lin Feng could find him soon, an eventuality that was inevitable. Hiding would only delay Lin Feng a few days at most, merely prolonging his life for those few additional days. By now, there was simply no cure for the situation.

"Then..." Xiang Tian was truly at a loss for what to do. He had offered all the advice he could, and none was effective. So what should they do to prevent Young Master Wang from being found by Lin Feng? Xiang Tian racked his brain but couldn’t come up with any good solution...

"Forget it, stop thinking. In the face of Lin Feng’s absolute strength, there’s no point in running or counterattacking. I’ll go to my grandfather and leave this place for another country. With my grandfather intervening, even if Lin Feng finds me, he won’t be able to harm me. That’s the only solution we have now," Young Master Wang said calmly, accepting that all other methods were futile against Lin Feng, who could tear through them as easily as one rips paper. The only solution left was for his grandfather to intercede, then leaving for the country where his fourth brother, Max Dorrell, lived. Otherwise, it would be a dead end. There was no other option left, and if they didn’t act quickly, it might be too late even for his grandfather to intercede.

"What? Young Master Wang, you need Old Master Wang to step in, and you’re leaving the country? This... this..." Xiang Tian stood stock-still, dumbfounded upon hearing Young Master Wang’s words. Old Master Wang was a man of enormous power, second only to none; requesting his plea was a testament to the severity of Lin Feng’s threat, which was inconceivable. And Young Master Wang was thinking of leaving Capital City. This... this... was just too extreme. What would they do in the future if that happened...

"Xiang Tian, you should also go back and rest. After I leave, you’ll handle the domestic affairs. While I’m not in the country, I don’t expect major progress; just keeping my home secure will suffice."

Young Master Wang waved his hand at Xiang Tian, signaling him to leave. The situation had developed to this point, and Young Master Wang was helpless. He hadn’t imagined that he, with all his grandeur, would face such a day of despair, forced to flee the Capital City for his life. But under the current circumstances, this was the only way out. He could only wait for Boss Li Zerui to finish his retreat, and after Lin Feng was killed, he could return to the Capital City...

Sighing heavily with immense reluctance, Young Master Wang never expected that Bi Huihuang would bring disaster on himself by messing with Lin Feng, an assassin like a god of death. Was this tribulation really destined for him?

"Young Master, take care. Rest assured, I will guard your family’s estate for you and wait for your return!" After saying that, Xiang Tian also left the study with no other option, driving away. He knew that Young Master Wang had reached his last resort and wouldn’t have left the Capital City otherwise. Now that things had come to this point, he could only do as Young Master Wang instructed and take over everything domestically...

Watching Xiang Tian leave, Young Master Wang sat down in the chair of the study, his hands pressing his head, pondering how to speak with his grandfather when dawn broke...

...

At the crack of dawn, a hint of blue began to spread across the sky, quickly followed by a burst of radiant sunrise glow, delighting onlookers; it was another sunny day. However, for Young Master Wang, his heart was the complete opposite, having plunged into an abyss. Looking at the time, his grandfather should be up by now. He returned to his room from the study and, with the service of the twin beauties, he dressed neatly and left the villa.

The twin beauties were smart enough not to cling to Young Master Wang, knowing any coquettish behavior at this time would only backfire, perhaps even leading to unwanted incidents. They realized something was off with Young Master Wang’s emotions since he hadn’t come back after leaving the night before, only returning to the bedroom at dawn. Under normal circumstances, he would never do this, so in such a situation, it was best to quietly do what they were supposed to.

Young Master Wang left the villa and drove straight to his grandfather’s residence. After half an hour past the suburbs, he turned into an inconspicuous lane, driving for another fifteen minutes before arriving at his grandfather’s place. The guards were familiar with both Young Master Wang’s license plate and him. He smoothly passed numerous checkpoints and finally parked the car in front of a quaint two-story villa.

As Young Master Wang stopped the car, a guard ran over, ready to park it for him.

"Where is Grandfather?" Young Master Wang casually asked the guard.

"The chief is in the yard practicing Taichi Fist," the guard promptly replied, informing Young Master Wang that his grandfather was practicing Taichi in the backyard.

"Alright, you may go. I’m off to see Grandfather," said Young Master Wang, dropping the words as he turned and walked toward the back of the villa. Time was of the essence, leaving him no moment to think about anything else.

Wang Tianlin was dressed in a white silk Tang suit, his hair fully gray but his complexion glowing with health, betraying none of the frailty one might expect from someone well into his eighties. His body was as robust as a man in his sixties, with a posture firm as a pine and a demeanor as steady as a bell, exuding a sense of staunch righteousness. Every morning, he would rise early, accompanied by the gentle music of the guzheng, to practice Taichi Fist in the villa’s backyard. In Wang Tianlin’s words, a healthy body is the capital of the revolution; without it, nothing else matters.

As Young Master Wang entered the yard, he spotted his grandfather, Wang Tianlin, practicing Taichi Fist in the distance. He wanted to speak, but then thought better and couldn’t bear to interrupt his grandfather’s practice. Even though his grandfather had been practicing Taichi Fist for decades and could be considered a master, Young Master Wang’s mind was in turmoil, leaving him no interest in admiring his grandfather’s skill.

As Young Master Wang waited in agony, Wang Tianlin finished his Taichi Fist routine, his energy sinking into the Dantian, immediately engulfed by an incredibly refreshing sensation. It uplifted him and put him in a particularly good mood. Noticing his grandson who had been standing there for a while, he walked to a stone table on the side of the yard and gestured for his grandson to come and join him for tea.