Bang!" In a study room with simple and elegant decoration, the original favorite former dynasty official kiln pen wash was thrown to the ground and smashed to pieces!

Wan Chaoyang stood at the desk angrily, and on the table in front of him, there was a mobile phone, and what was playing on it was the video of the ancient martial arts master of Huaguo fighting the Dongri ninja that has become popular on the Internet!

Behind Wan Chaoyang, a group of children of the Wan family stood dejectedly, some were still wiping tears and crying, and some were trembling and weak.

"Waste! It's all a bunch of waste!" Wan Chaoyang gritted his teeth and scolded, slapping on the desk, the precious desk made of rosewood collapsed with a bang, and the desktop was torn apart!

"Do you know what the consequences will be if these people are caught by the authorities?

"The big guy over there in Xianglong Hall will definitely not let us go! No one will cover our family anymore, we will become a thorn in the side of others, a thorn in the heart, and we will definitely be pulled out at the first time!"

"The national security will be eyeing us, and the public security will also find trouble for us! In the future, we will have to be careful in everything we do, and we don't know how many eyes they will keep staring at us! In the future, we will not be able to move an inch in the people!"

Wan Xingguo stood up and said to Wan Chaoyang: "Dad, on the official side, I will go to settle it, these unsubstantiated things, just a video, can't catch the handle of our Wanjia!"

Turning his head, Wan Xingguo asked a young man with glasses, "Zhenbei, who posted the video when you found out?"

Wan Zhenbei pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, shook his head and said: "The other party is very professional, hides the real IP, and uses foreign proxies to do many layers of protection, and it takes a little time to crack layer by layer!"

Wan Chaoyang took a deep breath, turned to Wan Zhenbei and said: "Xiaobei, you are relatively proficient in these modern things, now do one thing right away to refute the rumors! Leave aside the relationship between this matter and our Wanjia! Find a way to contact that idiot in Wan Zhenxi, and let him take those Dongri people to hide in the field for a while! Wait for the rumors to pass and come back!"

"Uncle!" A middle-aged man with gray temples trembled and handed a pair of bracelets to Wan Chaoyang, crying and saying: "Zhenxi has been killed!

A few people in the crowd began to cry, and the other families also had sad faces and cold eyes.

Wan Chaoyang's body trembled, and he took the bracelet tremblingly, this was still given to him by himself on the tenth birthday of Wan Zhenxi's grandson and brought it to him! In the past ten years, Wan Zhenxi has never taken it off!

Although Wan Zhenxi is not as eloquent as Zhendong's mouth, not as diligent and heartfelt as Zhennan, and not as knowledgeable as Zhenbei, he is the strongest of the four brothers, and he is also flattering to his grandfather in every way!

After all, it is his own grandson, even if he is usually close to the East Japanese people, but the blood relationship cannot be eliminated, and now when he sees this bracelet, he already knows that this grandson has suffered an accident, Wan Chaoyang's heart does not hurt, it is fake!

Immediately afterwards, Wan Zhenbei told him another bad news: "Grandpa, the third brother is over there...... The kid who brought the bracelet back said that he saw that Duan Qingxuan with his own eyes, and burned the body of the third brother, along with those Dongri people, to the ground, and there was not even any ashes left!"

"Ah!" The entire study room exclaimed! What kind of fire could burn a single person down? The surrounding buildings hadn't been damaged together, but so far I hadn't heard of a fire in Kyoto!

"Xingmin!" Wan Chaoyang turned his head and said to a middle-aged man with a big back hair, "You go to Dongri immediately, find Chairman Fuyuki Goken of Oga-ryu, and tell him about the ......matter here!"

"Dad, that painting is worth 400 million, but the treasure of our town's house, do you really want to give it to the Dongri people?" Wan Chaoyang's third son, Wan Xingjia, said with some reluctance.

Wan Xingguo glared at him, and scolded in his mouth: "When is it, you still care about a painting! If Yihe Liu blames our Wan family for this incident, even if Fujiko stops it, our Wan family will be unlucky!"

"The painting dad told me a long time ago, of course you don't care, so you will say that, anyway, you have already got the company you want! What do I have? I just counted on that painting, but now it is going to be handed over to the Dongri people, can I not be in a hurry?" Wan Xingjia glared at his eldest brother fiercely, and said angrily.

Wan Chaoyang looked at Wan Xingjia expressionlessly and said, "If you can reach the height of the half-step Great Grandmaster realm by the end of this year, I will pass on the position of president to you next year!

These words made Wan Xingjia's face show a trace of ecstasy, although the ancient paintings worth 400 million are precious, but compared to power, they are too far behind! As long as he can be the president of the Martial Arts Association on the spot, let alone 400 million, even if it is 400 million, he can get it back!

Now that he has been in the realm of the little grandmaster for too long, it is time to take a step forward, although this step is not taken by few people in the world, but with the strong financial resources of the Wan family, as well as those various supplements, he doesn't believe that he can't take this step!

"Whoa!" The door of the study was pushed open, and a woman in a kimono walked in, and a middle-aged man in the crowd lowered his face and said, "Fujiko, what are you doing here?"

The woman stretched out her hand to pick up the hair scattered between her sideburns, looked at Wan Chaoyang with red circles and said, "My sons are all dead, where can I care about the forbidden land! I will ask you Wanjia men, will you repay my son's revenge?"

"Presumptuous!Fujiko, how did you talk to your uncle? Hurry up and get out! Zhenxi's affairs, at home...... There will be arrangements at home!" Speaking of the back, the man couldn't bear the sadness in his heart, covered his mouth and cried bitterly.

Fujiko sneered and said to everyone: "Arrangement? What arrangements can you have? Is it just hiding here as a shrinking turtle? That's right, this is what you Chinese people are best at, when you bully honest people, you show off your might, and when you meet a really powerful person, you become a shrinking turtle!"

Wanxing Guotie blushed, glared at the woman and said, "Anzhi Fujiko, don't go too far! Dad is already arranging these things, what else do you want?"

"What do I want? I don't want to do anything, I just want to avenge my son!" An Zhi Fujiko looked at Wan Xingguo with a hideous face and scolded: "Phew! Do you dare to speak loudly to me now? It's very imposing and majestic, isn't it? What kind of majesty do you play with me as a woman, go find that Duan Qingxuan majestic!"

"What's the matter? When you become the vice president of the Business Alliance, you feel that you dare to point fingers at me? Don't forget how you became the vice president! If it weren't for the help of our Dongri Sanhe Group, you would still be just a frustrated businessman who can't do anything, what qualifications do you have to join the Business Alliance?"

"And uncle, you, the president of the Martial Arts Association! I want you not to forget, you can get to this day, how much help we Oga-ryu have given you! Now that my son has died for your family, our elite ninjas of Oga-ryu have fallen to more than a dozen people in Kyoto at once, I don't think you don't know how much this loss will be to our Oga-ryu, right?"

"Now that the enemy is at ease outside, you men from the Wanjia family only deserve to hide in this study and sneakily plan some useless things! I really don't know if the investment in your Wanjia is worth it!"

A group of thousands of families all stood beside with their heads bowed and embarrassed faces, and no one dared to say anything more about driving this woman away. More than a dozen men were scolded by a woman, but no one dared to fight back, if this was seen by outsiders, the face of the Wan family would be lost!

There is no way, Wanjia can have today's scenery and status, and it really depends on the woman in front of him, everyone is not afraid of her, but estimates the power behind her, Tori Oga-ryu, Anchi Fujiko's father Anchi Kino is one of the high-level shinobi who still exists in Tori, and it is also the high-level worship of Oga-ryu.

"Fujiko, I know that you are very sad and angry now, I am also Zhenxi's grandfather, my grandson is dead, I, as a grandfather, have no less grief than you!" Wan Chaoyang knew that he had to speak at this moment, otherwise his majesty would not be able to maintain in front of these Wan families!

However, An Zhi Fujiko unceremoniously interrupted him and said: "My son's name is An Zhi Zhemin, and I have already told you many times! With your surname Wanjia, it is an insult to Zhemin!"

Wan Chaoyang's face showed a trace of shame and embarrassment, but he didn't dare to turn his face with this nephew and daughter-in-law, but said patiently: "Fujiko, I also want to avenge my grandson, but now do we want our Wan family to gather people and horses and rush out of the mansion to fight with others? That just fell into the enemy's trap!"

"Have you watched the video? Duan Qingxuan's face was not photographed from beginning to end, he just wanted us to make mistakes, no matter what we were, we went to him for revenge, so that he could use the power of the official to counter us!"

"What's more, this will prematurely expose some of our Wanjia's hidden strengths and attract the attention of the official, and then it will be the biggest trouble for us and Yiheliu!"

"Of course I will revenge, but we can't be reckless, we need to borrow the hands of others to deal with Duan Qingxuan, and by the way, we can draw out those forces that disobey our Duan family, so that we can wipe out these people and then control Kyoto City!"

"In doing so, it is also to cherish the investment of Yiheliu in Wanjia, otherwise we will not get anything, and Yiheliu will be in trouble, I believe uncle, everything has its own arrangements, I will avenge my grandson, I will give you an explanation, I will not let you wait too long!"

Fujiko is not a fool either, although the pain of losing her son made her lose her mind, but in front of the interests of the entire sect, everything can be forgiven. For the sake of the sect, even if it is the life of his own son, he can be sacrificed, this is the loyal belief of the Dongri ninja, for the sake of the ideal, there is nothing that cannot be abandoned.

Therefore, Wan Chaoyang's words were equivalent to speaking to her heart, which made her originally violent heart calm down instantly, looked at Wan Chaoyang and nodded, and said softly: "Okay, uncle, I believe in you!

"It's a matter of internal affairs, Fujiko don't worry! You go back to rest first, and I'll arrange the rest!" Wan Chaoyang nodded and comforted her.

Anzhi Fujiko turned around, walked slowly to the door, and said without looking back: "A hundred years of Wanjia? Hehe! If you don't do this well, I think you Wanjia, there is no need to exist anymore! A bunch of waste!" After saying this, Anzhi Fujiko raised his feet and went out without looking back!

The men in the room were all pale, but no one dared to refute them. The hundred-year-old family that has been high in front of the people of Kyoto is like a defeated rooster at the moment, and they can only grunt a few times in their throats, but they don't even dare to breathe in front of others!