The moment Ling Feng appeared, the elder standing beside Caesar Nilas instantly moved in front of Caesar, fixing an extremely vigilant gaze on Ling Feng.

"Young Clan Leader, this man is too powerful!" The elder whispered to Caesar, "Under no circumstances should we anger him!"

Honestly, the elder didn't need to explain; Caesar was already stunned by Ling Feng's entrance. Such an entrance was beyond the capabilities of ordinary martial artists. There was only one explanation: the man before him was a master of the Demi-God Domain!

"Do you think you can stop me?" Ling Feng looked at the elder and said calmly, "A mantis trying to block a cart—foolish and overestimating your strength!"

The elder replied in a solemn tone, "I know I'm no match for you, but even if I must sacrifice my life, I will not let you harm my Young Master!"

"Get out of my way!" Ling Feng barked sharply. The elder suddenly felt a massive force in the air surge toward him, sending his body flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

A loud groan escaped the elder as he spat out blood, his incredulous gaze fixed on Ling Feng. He had known he wasn't Ling Feng's match, but he hadn't realized the gap in strength was this vast!

Shock washed over Caesar's face. The elder was considered one of the stronger fighters within the family; otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned to protect him. Yet he had been defeated so effortlessly. A chilling fear crept into Caesar's heart.

"May I ask who you are, Senior?" Caesar's lips twitched twice as he spoke, "I think there may have been some misunderstanding between us!"

"Misunderstanding?" Ling Feng sneered. "I don't think there's been any misunderstanding. Weren't you being quite arrogant earlier? Didn't you want to know where I was? Well, I'm standing right in front of you now. What guidance do you have to offer?"

Caesar Nilas's face turned pale, and he stammered, "You… you're the Blood-Handed Asura! You…"

A person's shadow and a name evoke fear. The reputation of Ling Feng, the Blood-Handed Asura, was so infamous in the Underworld that even children would stop crying upon hearing his name.

Caesar had originally thought that, with the Nilas Family standing behind him, he had nothing to fear from the Blood-Handed Asura—merely an assassin after all. What was there to be afraid of?

But now, facing Ling Feng directly, he found he couldn't control his heartbeat, nor suppress the terror rising within him.

"Big Brother!" Aiven had barely opened his mouth when Ling Feng's cold gaze locked onto him. Under Ling Feng's stare, Aiven instinctively lowered his head.

Seeing Aiven like this, Ling Feng said flatly, "Stay silent. We'll discuss your matters later."

Then, turning back to Caesar, Ling Feng continued, "All right. I'm here now. Whatever you plan to do with the Divine Gate, just say it outright."

Caesar's throat bobbed nervously, and he forced an awkward smile. "I believe Lord Asura may have misunderstood me. My purpose here is entirely related to Aiven. You might not know, but Aiven is a member of the Nilas Family. He's my biological younger brother. My main goal this time is simply to have my brother acknowledge his ancestry and return to the Nilas Family!"

Ling Feng watched Caesar's clumsy performance without interrupting. Only after Caesar finished speaking did Ling Feng say, "Is that so? I thought you were after the Divine Gate's gene experiment records. Was I mistaken?"

"Yes, yes! It's a misunderstanding on your part, Sir!" Caesar nodded repeatedly. "How could I possibly have intentions against the Divine Gate?"

A mocking smile appeared on Ling Feng's lips. "So, when you said you wanted to make a move against my woman, was I mistaken in hearing that too?"

Cold sweat instantly streamed down Caesar's face. His expression twisted into something worse than a sobbing grimace. "Uh… that, too, must be a misunderstanding…"

With a loud thud, Ling Feng kicked out, striking Caesar squarely in the abdomen. Caesar was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground and crying out in agony.

However, before Ling Feng had entered, he had set up a soundproof barrier around the area, ensuring that no one outside could hear what was happening inside.

"Threatening my brother? Harboring lustful thoughts toward my woman?" Ling Feng stepped forward, planting his foot on Caesar's head, and said coldly, "You must really have a death wish! Believe it or not, I could crush your skull with one stomp!"

Caesar's body convulsed, pain overwhelming his fear of Ling Feng, and he glared at Ling Feng with a resentful gaze.

"I'm the Young Clan Leader of the Nilas Family, and you dare treat me like this?" Caesar spat venomously. "Go ahead, kill me! The Divine Gate is nothing more than a second-rate organization now, and being considered by our Nilas Family is an honor for you! I don't mind that your woman's damaged goods—you should be thanking me, shouldn't you? Hahaha… Kill me, you murdering machine!"

Ling Feng's face remained expressionless, but Aiven knew that Ling Feng was now teetering on the edge of fury.

"Big Brother!" Aiven stepped forward and whispered, "Don't act recklessly!"

The Nilas Family was an ancient European aristocracy whose power rivaled that of most first-rate organizations. If Ling Feng killed Caesar Nilas, the Nilas Family's retaliation would be fierce, which would spell trouble for the Divine Gate.

"Spit!" Caesar Nilas saw Aiven approaching and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "You bastard, stay out of this! Even if I die, I won't let you plead for me, because you're not qualified!"

Aiven froze. Though he'd always disliked Caesar Nilas, there had been a flicker of hope deep inside him—their shared bloodline. For this reason, he hadn't completely severed ties with Caesar. But now...

"Heh, you bastard probably don't even know, do you? Your mother was nothing more than a lowly servant!" Caesar Nilas sneered. "That filthy whore only got pregnant with you because the Family Head lusted after her and raped her!"

"But your filthy whore of a mother actually got pregnant with you! And insisted on giving birth to you—how utterly foolish!" Caesar laughed wickedly. "You've been wanting to know about your mother, haven't you? You've always questioned your orphaned status, haven't you? Well, let me tell you—the moment before you were born, my mother made that whore drink poison. But, alas, the poison killed only the whore; she held on just long enough to give birth to you. What a miscalculation!"

Aiven was struck as though by lightning, staring at the deranged Caesar in disbelief: "Impossible… this can't be true!"

"Spit! You're just the spawn of a filthy whore," Caesar cackled maniacally. "That wretched whore dared to dream of rising in status through her bastard child, what an absurd joke! Oh, and let me tell you—you're worth less than the lowest beggars in my eyes. Calling you 'brother' was already undeserved. Did you actually believe you were part of the Nilas Family? Hahaha!"

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