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Anthony Cena pondered the implications of this series of events. He knew he was now caught in an extremely complex and uncertain situation. When the dragon said, "Ancestor, take action," all sorts of images and speculations flashed through Anthony Cena's mind. He tried to imagine who the mysterious figure known as "Ancestor" was, and what terrifying power and methods he possessed.

Mr. Bird, a China expert, wore a particularly solemn expression. He understood clearly that the title "Ancestor" was far from ordinary; its meaning and power were immeasurable. The fact that sixty-year-old Na Long could command the actions of such an advanced "Ancestor" fueled his suspicions about the Na family's background and strength.

The fact that this family possessed a secret longevity technique completely overturned his previous understanding. He began to re-evaluate his relationship with the dragon, realizing that he had to cling to the dragon's thigh tightly, not only for the immediate benefits, but also for the possibility of obtaining the magical longevity method, so that he could also enjoy a long life.

The atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly oppressive, everyone lost in their own thoughts. The dragon stood quietly by, a subtle glint of pride in his eyes. He knew he had successfully drawn Anthony Senna and Mr. Bird into this dangerous and mysterious vortex. No one could predict what would happen next...

The ancestor held within the majestic dragon's jaws, perched in the sky, had actually lived through over a hundred and fifty years. Like a star carelessly cast by fate into the river of time, he was born at the beginning of the turbulent, humiliating, and difficult Opium War. As such, upon his birth, the ancestor was like a forgotten blade of grass, deeply unwelcome, as if the entire world had closed its warm embrace to him. Yet, in this cold world, one person remained a ray of warm sunshine, showering him with endless care and love: his sister. Like a guardian angel, she always protected him, never abandoning him. As time slowly flowed, his sister, with her wisdom and tenacity, gradually ascended to the pinnacle of power, ultimately becoming the most powerful woman of her time. Thus, the ancestor's life trajectory resembled the undulating waves of the ocean, first enduring long periods of bitterness and hardship before finally experiencing sweetness.

Because he endured neglect and indifference from his parents in the first half of his life, he grasped early on that everything in this world must be earned through personal struggle. With this unwavering conviction, he resolutely embarked on a path distinct from that of other Manchu nobles. From a young and naive child, like a dedicated pilgrim, he persevered through martial arts day after day, year after year. This seemingly accidental choice was destined to unfold, as he displayed a remarkable talent for the art, as if gifted by the mysterious god of martial arts. And when his sister assumed supreme power, she wholeheartedly and tirelessly aided him in his quest for rare and precious treasures. These precious artifacts served as a magical catalyst, constantly unleashing his inner potential, propelling his martial arts to a level unattainable by ordinary men. Furthermore, his long-term consumption of these heavenly treasures, imbued with the essence of heaven and earth, had greatly improved his bodily functions. Even at over 150 years old, he still looked like a man in his 50s or 60s, vigorous and charismatic. If his appearance resembled that of a man in his 50s or 60s, his physical condition was that of a man in his 40s, making him the true foremost master of his clan.

This enigmatic ancestor's original name, like a secret buried deep in the river of time, remains unknown. Following his family's collective decision to change their surnames, he resolutely adopted the name "Na Huang." This "Huang" carries immense majesty and respect, as if declaring his extraordinary power to the world.

His sister, once a prominent figure in the family, gradually aged and lost power. It was at this moment that he stepped forward, a shining light, leading his clan on their journey to Hong Kong. Leveraging the immense influence their family had amassed on the mainland, they quickly established themselves in Hong Kong and once again rose to the top of society.

The Na family's rise to become Hong Kong's most powerful clan was entirely due to his unparalleled intelligence and formidable military prowess. When he first arrived in Hong Kong and began expanding his territory, anyone who dared to cross them met their doom. These weren't random deaths, but rather mysterious, unexplained deaths, with even experienced forensic doctors struggling to determine the exact cause. He towered over Hong Kong like an unshakable mountain. If the current head of the family, Na Long, was the shining beacon of the family, illuminating its path, then Na Huang was the towering edifice, solid and stable, the family's most powerful pillar, a pillar that no one dared to challenge.

It had been nearly thirty years since the Emperor had taken action. It wasn't because he lacked strength, but rather because he saw no one worthy of his full might. Yet, this time, he had to take action himself. Ever since the Emperor had chanced upon the thrilling video recording of the duel between Wu Dehui and Tian Can, his long-dormant fighting spirit had been rekindled, like a dormant lion suddenly awakening, ready to once again display his glory and majesty on the Hong Kong stage. Neither Wu Dehui nor Tian Can was any weaker than he. He wasn't sure he could defeat either, but he had to act because the Na Family needed to kill Guo Yingnan.

The emperor stood, as steady as a statue, atop the towering sentry tower of the Pengcheng Military Sub-district. The biting wind rustled his clothes, as if recounting his military achievements. He looked down, and at his feet lay the bodies of two soldiers, their coagulated blood still narrating their final struggles. Each scar seemed etched in their hearts, deeply moving.

Upon arriving in Pengcheng, Guo Yingnan was meticulously arranged to live in the military subdistrict, a clear sign of the Guo family's extraordinary regard for him. While this attention certainly made him feel the family's care and expectations, the only slight inconvenience he experienced was the overly strict protection he felt, as if he were trapped in an invisible cage, his every move strictly restricted. While he felt free from restraint, he also felt a loss of freedom and spontaneity.

Guo Yingnan's residence in the military sub-district should have been a closely guarded secret, known only to a handful of people. Yet, even with such a secret, that family had managed to obtain intelligence without anyone noticing, a truly remarkable feat of intelligence gathering. Furthermore, that family even possessed complete knowledge of the Chinese leadership's response strategy for this critical incident, as well as details of the difficult negotiations with Hong Kong officials. Like a giant python lurking in the darkness, it quietly observed everything.

With its roots in Hong Kong and its backing firmly on the vast Chinese mainland, the family, leveraging the connections and resources accumulated over the years, has skillfully woven a vast and impenetrable web of relationships, like a spider. This web crisscrosses every corner, encompassing politics, economics, and the military. Coupled with the family's former prominence in mainland China, they hold a pivotal position in the intelligence community. Even official American intelligence organizations have, in some cases, been forced to seek their assistance to obtain crucial information. As the saying goes, "the enemy is in the first three rows." The family has already successfully placed a crucial pawn in the upper echelons of the Chinese government. Their sinister intentions and sophisticated tactics are truly terrifying. If that pawn hadn't been exposed, the family would have remained the most powerful family in Hong Kong after Hong Kong's return.