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"Well, well, if it isn't the cowardly grandpa-grandson duo. What's this? Not even bothering to wear your masks anymore? Planning to eliminate all witnesses now?"
George turned off the small electric stove and looked at the large group surrounding him, with Wang Ai leaning on a cane at the front and Wang Bing sitting in a wheelchair, bundled up like a ball.
He chuckled and teased, "Quite the sight."
"Jin Baobao, you're still acting cocky even with death staring you in the face? You dared injure me like this—today, I'm going to make you pay back double!"
Wang Bing trembled with rage upon hearing George's words.
His body had been electrocuted so badly that his skin was ulcerated all over. Even with the best medicine, it would take months to recover.
Wang Ai, however, remained calm—perhaps because he saw no point in getting angry at someone already doomed.
"Originally, I planned to sever your limbs, cut out your tongue, and turn you into a cripple.
But seeing so many other espers surrounding you, I figure even if I kill you now, it won't matter. We can always blame them later."
"That's wishful thinking. Seems like you still don't understand modern technology," George replied, shooting a glance upward and shaking his head subtly.
He had already noticed the drone high above his head tracking his every move. No doubt it belonged to Where-All-Passes.
That meant the Wang family's every move was under surveillance—there was no way they could keep anything secret.
Though the world of espers had integrated into the lives of ordinary people, it still often underestimated the power of technology—especially old-line families like the Wangs.
In recent years, technological advances had been rapid. As a national agency managing espers, Where-All-Passes had access to the country's most cutting-edge tech.
In terms of raw power, espers might still have the edge, but when it came to technology, Where-All-Passes had a clear and overwhelming advantage.
"Well then, no point in pretending anymore. Time to lay all my cards on the table."
George stepped away from the small stove and raised a hand toward Wang Ai and the Wang family espers, grinning.
"In my eyes, all of you are just trash. Killing you would be no harder than squashing ants."
"Grandpa, is he out of his mind from fear or what?"
Wang Bing was laughing so hard he nearly teared up.
Wang Ai just waved his hand calmly and said,
"Once you have the Tongtian Scroll, kill him, then clean everything up."
They had mobilized most of the Wang family espers for this operation. Not to mention a small fry like Jin Baobao—even if the Grandmaster himself showed up, they wouldn't back down.
"Idiots."
As the Wang family espers charged toward him, George leapt into the air, opened his mouth wide, and roared:
"Dragon Slayer Magic – Roar of the Fire Dragon!"
A torrent of tricolored flames rained down from the sky, engulfing everyone below, including Wang Ai.
This time, the power of his attack far surpassed what he used against the Grandmaster.
When the flames finally died down, not only were all the Wang family espers incinerated into ash, but the asphalt below had melted into a deep, bottomless crater.
"Well, that was fun. Time to head home."
Waving at the drone in the sky, George vanished on the spot using Phantom Shift. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in his home in Beijing.
Meanwhile, two kilometers from the battlefield, inside a military truck—
Xu San stared at the monitor in disbelief, watching as George disappeared and the massive crater remained. His half-smoked cigarette dropped to the floor.
Beside him, Lao Dou, Xu Si, and Zhang Chulan were wide-eyed, frozen in shock.
The Grandmaster, standing nearby, muttered to himself:
"So it was him… it really was him. No wonder..."
Originally, he had come at Xu San's request to help mediate the conflict between Jin Baobao and the Wang family.
Normally, he wouldn't get involved in such matters. But since Jin Baobao had once done a great service for Dragon-Tiger Mountain, he couldn't just stand by.
The plan was simple: if Jin Baobao couldn't hold out, he would step in to rescue him, call a Ten Elders' Conference, and harshly denounce the Wang family.
That way, even if Jin Baobao held the Tongtian Scroll, no one would dare target him again—repaying the favor in full.
But the outcome was far from expected—Jin Baobao wiped out the entire Wang family with a single move.
And that move… looked far too familiar. Wasn't it the very technique used by that mysterious Daoist expert who had defeated him the other night?
At that moment, the Grandmaster finally realized: Jin Baobao was that Daoist expert in disguise. No wonder he had always acted so fearlessly.
The Wang family had just kicked an iron wall.
"Grandmaster, do you know Jin Baobao's true identity?"
Zhang Chulan caught on quickly after hearing the Grandmaster's murmur and immediately asked.
The Grandmaster shook his head.
"I don't know his true identity. But a few nights ago, he disguised himself as an old Daoist rogue cultivator and challenged me."
"Challenged you?"
Everyone's eyes went wide.
The Grandmaster was the most powerful esper in existence, unshakable at the top. Yet Jin Baobao had just shown power strong enough to annihilate the entire Wang family in one strike.
So who had won?
"I'm afraid I disappointed you—I lost. Completely. It was the first time I'd ever lost a fight. Honestly, it felt strangely refreshing."
The Grandmaster stroked his beard and said gravely,
"This matter is settled. I strongly advise none of you to provoke him. The Wang family brought this on themselves.
To be honest, I still can't gauge the full extent of his power."
"Grandmaster, even you can't measure how strong he really is?!"
Xu San and Xu Si swallowed hard.
The meaning was clear: Jin Baobao's true strength might be far greater than what he just displayed—possibly surpassing even the Grandmaster.
"Looks like the next general meeting at HQ will be quite the event. I bet even the temp worker incident won't be as explosive. Wonder how the top brass will deal with this."
At the back of the truck, East China's regional head Lao Dou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue.
A figure this extraordinary was bound to shake the entire Company.
"He's always acted reasonably and shown no extreme behavior. He only acted out because the Wang family pushed him too far. I hope the Company doesn't respond in a drastic way."
The Grandmaster offered one last piece of advice.
Jin Baobao had once helped Dragon-Tiger Mountain, and the Company existed to maintain peace between espers and ordinary people—he didn't want to see the two sides come into conflict.
Xu San regained his composure and chuckled:
"Grandmaster, you must be joking. A domestic esper this powerful? I bet Old Zhao and the others are grinning in their sleep. As long as he doesn't do anything too outrageous, like mass-killing civilians, the Company would worship him like an ancestor."
And it was true. Based on Jin Baobao's power and conduct, the Company would likely take a soft, diplomatic approach.
With foreign esper forces growing ever more aggressive, as long as Jin Baobao didn't go too far within the country, the Company would do everything they could to keep him on their side.
(End of Chapter)