Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 737 737: Sudden Phone Call

"Who dares make a move!"

He Yiming raised a hand, pointed at himself, his eyes wide with fury as he stared at these fully armed men. "Take a good look! Do you see who I am? Look closely! Who am I?!"

"Young Master Yiming, is it really Young Master Yiming!?"

"What's going on? Weren't we here to avenge Young Master Yiming?"

"Wasn't Young Master Yiming dead? What exactly is happening?"

These men had actually been brought by He Yifeng, their supposed purpose being to avenge He Yiming. But now, He Yiming wasn't dead; he had appeared alive before them, immediately throwing them into confusion.

What's going on? Could it be that resurrection from death was a possibility in this world? Or was the information they received false?

Many people instantly looked towards He Kunhong, including He Yifeng, since He Kunhong himself was the one who had announced He Yiming's death!

"Curator He, do you have anything to say?" He Yifeng suddenly raised a delicate silver pistol, pressed it against He Kunhong's head, and said, "I hope to hear a satisfying answer."

"I, I..."

Cold sweat drenched He Kunhong's back. His body trembled, his eyes darting around. Facing the barrel of the gun, facing a man who could kill him at any moment, his fear reached its peak.

He glanced around, seeking an escape, but when he realized it was impossible, he had a flash of inspiration. Taking a deep breath, he looked directly into He Yifeng's eyes and said, "Young Master Yifeng, do you truly wish for Young Master Yiming to return alive to Beijing?"

Sow discord! Only this might give him a sliver of a chance!

He Yifeng was also a member of the He Family's Legitimate Line. Though he was the son of He Yiming's paternal uncle (his father's elder brother), and by convention did not possess the full right to inherit the family, He Yiming was an only child!

The current Family Head of the He Family had only this one son: He Yiming!

If only He Yiming were dead! The position of future Family Head would inevitably be sought among the sons of the current Family Head's brothers. Undoubtedly, He Yifeng was the one with the greatest hopes!

BANG!

He Yifeng fiercely struck He Kunhong on the head with the pistol, drawing blood. With a disgusted expression, he said, "You son of a bitch, what nonsense are you spouting! Yiming is my cousin, the future Family Head of our He Family! You dare to incite us brothers to turn on each other? You must have the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard! You're courting death!!"

"Hehehe," He Kunhong began to laugh, a hint of madness in it.

He was no longer afraid, for he knew He Yifeng was tempted. Otherwise, he wouldn't just be dealing with a pistol-whipped head now; he would have been shot dead, beyond any doubt!

"Brothers!" He Kunhong suddenly threw his arms wide, shouting to the fully armed men with a show of bravado, "You all must have heard what I just said! You all followed Young Master Yifeng here, so you're his men! If Young Master Yifeng becomes the Family Head of the He Family, you'll have a lifetime of glory and wealth!! He Yiming is dead, completely dead! Just yesterday, Young Master Yiming was at my doorstep, killed by that thug Qin Heng! You are all the heroes who avenged Young Master Yiming!"

All these men, bearing various weapons, were stunned. They were not fools. They clearly understood what He Yifeng wanted to do: he wanted to seize power, to take the position of Family Head of the He Family!

If they could help He Yifeng secure the position of Family Head of the He Family, it could mean a lifetime of indisputable wealth and honor. Many of them were tempted!

As for Qin Heng, they hadn't considered him at all. With so many people and weapons present, even if a Martial Artist was exceedingly strong, he would inevitably be shot into a hornet's nest or even blown into a pulp. There was no need to consider him at all!

"You..." He Yifeng watched He Kunhong's "performance" and the crowd's reaction. He then coldly chuckled twice, his gaze shifting to He Yiming as he said, "Yiming, I'm sorry! Brothers, open fire! Glory and wealth await..."

SNAP!

At that moment, Qin Heng suddenly snapped his fingers. Golden flames burst forth from between them, swelling in the wind and instantly transforming into a golden Flame Dragon!

The unbearable, intense heat distorted the air. In the blink of an eye, the Flame Dragon formed a ring before spreading out, golden flames infiltrating every corner!

"ARGH!"

"What is this thing?! ARGH!"

"No! Don't!"

Screams echoed. After the golden flames passed, the fully armed people who had been there, along with their gear, had vanished without a trace. Not a single sign remained. It was as if they had never existed, completely erased from existence!

"...you all!!"

Only then did He Yifeng's voice finish echoing, but now, there was no one left to hear him. The world fell eerily silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop!

He Yifeng was stunned. Staring at the vast emptiness before him, his mind went blank. He looked at Qin Heng in disbelief, as if he were seeing a ghost.

"How... how is this possible? They were a fully armed, modern squad! How could you... what you just did... that Flame Dragon, what was that?! No! No! I don't believe it! This can't be happening! I should have already killed He Yiming! I will be the future Head of the He Family! I am the Family Head! All of you, kneel! Kneel!!"

He had gone mad!

BANG!

He Yiming fired his gun, hitting He Yifeng squarely in the heart. He Yifeng collapsed into a pool of his own blood, dead.

"Thank you, Mr. Qin." He Yiming bowed deeply to Qin Heng. "Please rest assured, sir. I will handle this matter properly and secure control of the He Family. From now on, I will be your most obedient dog!"

THUD!

He Kunhong collapsed to his knees. His former arrogance had vanished, his face now a mask of terror. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, only to see Qin Heng lift a finger and point it at him!

"No! Don't!!" He Kunhong only had time to scream these words before an endless darkness completely swallowed his consciousness. Nothing remained.

Dead.

This man, who had lorded over Changping City for years, who had held the museum in his grip, secretly selling countless cultural relics overseas and amassing an illicit fortune, was now completely and utterly dead!

Qin Heng reached out, and the file flew into his hand. He opened it and inspected the contents, then nodded slightly. "The paperwork is surprisingly legitimate. It seems He Kunhong planned to use these documents to save his own skin if He Yifeng hadn't shown up."

"He was certainly thinking ahead, preparing for both possibilities," He Yiming remarked, glancing at He Kunhong's corpse. "For scum like him to die by your hand, Mr. Qin, is letting him off too lightly."

"Mm. Clean up the traces here," Qin Heng nodded slightly, stowing the file. "I need to go to the museum."

"Yes, Mr. Qin." He Yiming bowed respectfully, not daring to delay, and watched Qin Heng leave.

「...」

Because He Kunhong had already prepared all the necessary museum transfer documents, Qin Heng quickly gained control of it. He integrated the Changping Battle Secret Realm fragment into the museum and found several specialized rooms to nurture the Spiritual Materials required for forging the Chaotic Clock.

In a few more months, he would be able to retrieve the Spiritual Materials from these rooms and finally forge the Chaotic Clock.

「RING RING!」

Just as Qin Heng had finished handling all this, he received a phone call—it was from Qin Yun!

"Brother..."