Facing the likes of the eight-armed Jialuo Old Abbey, a gun expert capable of killing martial arts grandmasters, William King could only go all out, unable to hold back his blows, which directly resulted in Old Abbey's immediate death, leaving him no chance to extract more information.

“Blood Dragon Hall.”

William King muttered this term under his breath.

After a moment, he directly opened the living room door and headed for the stairwell, quickly going downstairs.

As he exited the stairwell, a white sedan suddenly sped out from the corner of the road and stopped beside the apartment building.

William King glanced at it but paid no attention, striding off in the direction of the The Carter Family villa.

This area was a wealthy villa district near the suburbs, with very few pedestrians coming and going. Even if one or two people caught a glimpse of him, his movements were so fast that they couldn’t make out his appearance. Besides, under gunfire, everyone’s first instinct would be to duck and cover, and how many people could really focus and see what had actually happened?

“Not good!”

Seeing the street still lingering with chaotic energy, Emma Sullivan shouted to Lily, “Inform the president immediately.”

“Yes.”

Lily responded at once, dialing the phone right away. However, as she was making the call, her vigilant gaze swept over and caught sight of William King's figure. Just as she was about to cry out in surprise, Mark Evans’s voice came through the phone: “This is Mark Evans!”

For a moment, Lily couldn’t care about anything else: “President, you’d better come quickly. Something seems to have happened already. I saw bullet holes…”

“Bullet holes? Old Abbey made a move!? You must find cover immediately, do not act rashly. President Benjamin Lee, who is closest, is already on his way. We’ll be there soon as well. Remember, your own safety comes first!”

Chapter 9: Direct

Lily and Emma Sullivan hid in the car, not daring to make any sudden moves.

However, since Old Abbey was already dead, the next few minutes were calm. The few pedestrians on the street, though startled by the sudden commotion, hadn’t witnessed the whole incident. Instinctively sensing danger, they quickly left the area. Emma Sullivan wanted to stop one or two to ask about what happened, but Lily held her back firmly.

“Zzzt zzzt!”

In less than six minutes, a Land Rover sped into the neighborhood. Three figures quickly jumped out, each armed and on high alert. After a while, the car door opened again, and the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, Benjamin Lee, used the vehicle for cover as he got out.

“President Benjamin Lee.”

Seeing Benjamin Lee, Emma Sullivan called out from a distance, “There’s no movement in the building. The eight-armed Jialuo may have already left.”

Benjamin Lee observed the building for a moment, glanced at the dented Toyota on the roof, then at the obviously damaged security grilles on the third, fourth, and fifth floors, and the mostly destroyed sixth-floor window. He felt a chill in his heart: “Such domineering skill. Judging from the traces left on the ground, he’s probably not skilled in lightness techniques, yet he leaped straight to the third floor… This person must have terrifying explosive power within… He’s definitely a fifth-level martial arts grandmaster… Damn it, what’s going on in Linjiang City lately? Usually, it’s rare to see even one big shot, but now they’re popping up like mushrooms after the rain. The Xinghe Order hasn’t even appeared yet, and the Six Years of Chaos hasn’t truly begun.”

“President…”

“You two stay in the car and don’t make any rash moves. Little Lynn, Frank King, Edward Bell, cover me. I’m going to take a look.”

Benjamin Lee instructed the three, then strode forward, his figure drifting like the wind into the apartment building. The sixty meters or so were crossed in the blink of an eye.

“President Benjamin Lee’s Wind-Stepping technique is getting more and more refined.”

Watching Benjamin Lee’s graceful, ethereal movement, Emma Sullivan said with a hint of envy.

Not long after Benjamin Lee went upstairs, two more cars arrived in quick succession. Vice president Mark Evans and president Adam Cooper got out at the same time. Although the eight-armed Jialuo Old Abbey was not an evil grandmaster on the level of Stephen Ward, as a gun expert famous in the underworld for killing grandmasters, the experts of the Green Forest Province Martial Arts Association dared not underestimate him.

“Where’s President Benjamin Lee?”

“President Benjamin Lee has already entered the building.”

At this moment, Benjamin Lee’s figure appeared at the sixth-floor window of the apartment, his expression somewhat grave as he called out, “It’s fine now, come on up.”

Mark Evans, Adam Cooper, and the others exchanged glances, signaled for four Martial Arts Association members to stay downstairs, and the rest quickly entered the building, soon arriving at the sixth floor.

“President.”

“How is it?”

“See for yourselves.”

As Benjamin Lee spoke, he led them directly into the living room.

Inside, the sofa and coffee table were all damaged, clearly smashed by someone. As for who…

Everyone’s gaze fell squarely on Old Abbey, who was in plain sight.

“The eight-armed Jialuo Old Abbey! It really is him!”

There was still a trace of disbelief in Mark Evans’s voice.

And some of the younger ones who had followed them, upon seeing this legendary underworld powerhouse, couldn’t help but shudder.