The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 63 Game
Behind Fu Juemin was Fu Guosheng's study. Judging from the direction Li Tong was heading, it seemed that Fu Guosheng had called him to discuss something.

Li Tong didn't go to the banquet tonight, and he probably doesn't know about the commotion that happened tonight.

"Uncle Tong".

Fu Juemin greeted Li Tong familiarly, and Li Tong nodded with a smile.

The information Zhou Yunzhi inadvertently revealed led Fu Juemin to discover some of Li Tong's secrets, which seemed to be related to the car accident that caused his predecessor's death.

But when he saw Li Tong, he still pretended to know nothing, just like before.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, Fu Juemin suddenly stopped and said abruptly, "I have something I'd like to ask Uncle Tong."

"Ok?"

Li Tong stopped and looked at Fu Juemin with slight surprise. "What do you want to ask me, young master?"

Fu Juemin thought for a moment and said, "I want to ask Uncle Tong, if an ordinary person encounters a martial artist at the Tongxuan Realm, what other means can they use besides gunpowder and firearms?"

Upon hearing Fu Juemin's question, a strange light flashed in Li Tong's eyes, but surprisingly, he didn't ask why. He simply pondered and replied, "Poisoning, medication, hidden weapons, traps."
The key to defeating a martial artist at the Transcendent Realm lies in breaking through the protective aura surrounding their body. Once that aura is broken, they will be injured, let alone firearms or gunpowder, even by ordinary swords and knives.

"Break the air membrane?"

Fu Juemin nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you, Uncle Tong."

He didn't care that Li Tong would wonder why he asked the question; what happened tonight couldn't be kept secret any longer, and Li Tong would find out soon enough.

After asking his question, Fu Juemin turned and left, heading straight to his room on the third floor.

Fu Juemin waved away the servants and sat alone at his desk.

"Air membrane."

Under the desk lamp, Fu Juemin took out his silver revolver, and his mind once again recalled the scene of the burly man under Song Lin rushing towards him, and his second uncle Fu Guoping forcing him back with each shot.

"Even a single bullet from a regular rifle couldn't penetrate his protective gas shield."

Fu Juemin looked at the revolver in his hand, gently stroking the beautiful foreign lettering and olive leaf pattern on the stock. "But what if multiple bullets hit the same spot in succession?"

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts flooded my mind.

Fu Juemin's eyes flickered. After a moment, he put away his revolver, took out the Medicine Buddha Sutra, and began to read it page by page.

Hu family.

By this time, most of the guests in the front hall had left, leaving only a few people who "reluctantly lingered."

These people lay sprawled on the ground, and large pools of crimson blood slowly seeped into the imported colored brick floor beneath them.

Song Lin squatted beside the corpse of a girl with wide-open eyes, and carefully wiped the military boots at his feet with a snow-white sleeve.

A moment later, he stood up with satisfaction, looked around at the Hu family members who were now silent in the hall, turned to Hu Fulai beside him, and asked, "Have you hidden everyone properly?"

"OK OK"

Hu Fulai, who weighed over 200 pounds, was covered in sweat and had a pale face. He forced a smile and said ingratiatingly, "We had them hidden it a long time ago, just waiting for you, Young Master Song, to find it."

"I have a habit: whenever I arrive in a new place, I always have to play a few rounds of games before I'm truly satisfied."

With a smile, Song Lin pulled out the gilded pistol from his waist, eager to try it out, and said, "This time, County Chief Hu should come along. After all, it's your territory. With you, the host, helping to guide me, I can find my way more smoothly."

"sure!"

Hu Fulai's smile was more like a grimace than a cry, and the sweat-soaked handkerchief in his hand was almost dripping wet.

"Let's go then."

Song Lin called out and strolled toward the veranda by the side door of the front hall, talking to the two guards beside him as he walked.

"Uncle Bai, what's the background of that woman last night?"

The question was directed at the gray-haired, blue-robed elder among his two martial arts guards.

"The one beside her, Tongxuan, practices the Xuanxiu Gong, a secret technique passed down in the inner court of the previous dynasty."

In this world today, only the Surjia Luo clan, who are relatives of the former imperial family, still possess the inheritance of this martial art..."

"Is that the Suerjialuo clan, who produced two empresses and eight imperial concubines?!"

Song Lin clicked his tongue and suddenly laughed, "I've never played with a concubine before in all my life." As he spoke, Song Lin raised his hand and fired a shot at an artificial hill outside the corridor without warning.

A gunshot rang out, and the maids following behind the group screamed and covered their ears in fright. At the same time, a figure rolled down from behind the artificial hill with a "crash" sound, blood gushing from its chest.

Judging from their appearance and attire, they should be servants of the Hu family.

"Write it down."

Song Lin turned to Hu Fulai, who was already somewhat stunned, and gave him instructions.

Before Hu Fulai could react, he had already picked up his gun and continued walking slowly forward.

"What does Uncle Bai think of my idea?"

“I advise you, sir, to give up this idea.”

The old man in the blue robe spoke calmly.

"how?"

Song Lin paused, his expression displeased, and said, "No matter how powerful the Suerjia Luo clan is, can they really lead their army into Yangping?"

"It's impossible for them to break in."

The old man in the blue robe shook his head. "But with the resources of the Suerjia Luo family, it would be easy for them to send a few experts to sneak into Yangping, take the young master's head, and leave."

"Even Uncle Bai can't stop it?"

Song Lin frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, saying nonchalantly, "Then forget it."

He took a few steps forward and fired at a pillar in front of him. The sound of the bullet startled a servant hiding behind the pillar, who hurriedly ran away.

Song Lin fired several shots, finally killing the man. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "County Chief Hu, that's two. Did you get it?"

"Yes Yes.."

Faced with this monstrous figure who treated human life like dirt, Hu Fulai was no longer in shock or numbness, and could only nod blankly.

Suddenly, he heard Song Lin say, "Oh, by the way, what was the name of the most powerful and influential family in your Luanhe River area that County Chief Hu mentioned last night?"

Before Hu Fu could respond, another burly man from Song Lin, wearing soft armor and with a centipede-shaped scar on his face, preemptively replied, "It's the Fu family, young master."

The burly man casually pulled a long, narrow bullet from his shoulder armor and said coldly, "That second son of the Fu family shot me eight times, and I remember them all."

"Young master, would you like me to lead men and ambush them tonight? You only need two hours."

A hint of cruelty flashed in the scarred, muscular man's eyes, and his expression turned somewhat bloodthirsty.

Hu Fulai's fat face trembled violently in shock. He was about to say something when he heard Song Lin chuckle.

"Do you think this is some poor, small county we went to before? Don't forget what we're here for this time. And get rid of that bandit attitude of yours..."

As Song Lin strolled around, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, he said casually, "Luanhe is no ordinary county. Before the Xinmin government implemented the 'province-county two-tier system,' Luanhe was a prefecture."

"Young master, I'd like to stay here and enjoy myself a little longer."

"Then this matter..."

The scarred, burly man squinted, and without any apparent exertion, he slowly crushed the bullet in his hand into a small copper disc.

"We can't just let it go like this. A bullet hitting you will always hurt."

"Uncle Bai knows what the most appropriate thing to do is."

Song Lin glanced at Hu Fulai beside him and said meaningfully, "County Chief Hu will also tell us the best way to deal with the Fu family."

After saying that, Song Lin bent down and beckoned to a little girl dressed in pretty pink who was peeking curiously from under the window. He called out with a smile, "Come on, let's play hide-and-seek with Uncle!"

When Hu Fulai heard what Song Lin said and saw the little girl who was hesitating and about to walk towards them, his heart tightened.

His obese body suddenly lunged forward, barely blocking the way between the girl and Song Lin.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said quickly, "Young Master Song, are you worried that if you force your way into the Fu family right away, it might alarm the other big families in Luanhe and ruin our grand plan?"

The Fu family has been operating in Luanhe for many years, and their influence and connections are deeply entrenched. Fu Lao Er has built a private fort outside the city with hundreds of soldiers, which is indeed not easy to take by force.
"I have an idea that allows Young Master Song to easily take over the Fu family without any major conflict."

(End of this chapter)