The matter of the Ji family was finally coming to an end.
Zhao Yunhai knew that Li Fan would not come out for some time, so his focus was entirely on the Ji family.
Meanwhile, the two heirs were very eager about waiting for Li Fan.
The area around the Umbrella Corporation had been temporarily cordoned off by the two families under the guise of military exercises.
The employees of the Umbrella Corporation had all been secretly arrested, and the company had ceased operations.
Ji Wuhua, after receiving a response from the Darkwater Security Group, arranged to eliminate Ji Wuyi that very day.
However, Gaburres of the Darkwater Security Group had a plan that went beyond simply eliminating Ji Wuyi.
He intended to bury every member of the Ji family in their ancestral grounds.
The pitiful Ji Wuhua had no idea, naively believing it was just a transaction between him and the Darkwater Security Group.
It was precisely because Ji Wuhua, the mole, had revealed the Ji family's security defense arrangements that Gaburres managed to infiltrate with five hundred armed personnel.
This unit was the Darkwater Security Group's most formidable force, a power they had never deployed before.
Those selected for this unit were the most outstanding individuals from each mission team.
Equipped with the most advanced weaponry, this force could easily cut through a small country seven times over.
After all, modern warfare was no longer solely about numbers.
Ji Changlong was filled with satisfaction, thinking of his most outstanding heir, Ji Wuyi, believing that heaven was granting him the best successor.
"Where is Ji Wuyi? Is he afraid?"
Ji Wuhua, standing in the center and waiting, saw that Ji Wuyi had not appeared. He secretly thought he had won, but loudly taunted, "Is he afraid?"
Ji Wuyi's absence clearly indicated that the Darkwater Security Company had succeeded.
Ji Changlong frowned and said to the person beside him, "Go see what Wuyi is doing."
"No need to look, I'm here."
The Thousand-Faced Ghost appeared before everyone, a peculiar smile on his face.
"You..." Ji Wuhua stared at him in disbelief.
"What's wrong?" The Thousand-Faced Ghost seemed oblivious, smiling questioningly at him.
The members of the Ji family also pointed at Ji Wuyi on the field.
At this moment, they still did not know that the scythe of death was already hanging over their necks.
All the members of the Ji family had gathered, this being the Ji family's grandest feast in many years.
All Ji family members were present, and there were now only about a thousand of them, most of whom were quite young.
If the Ji family had another few decades, they would surely be able to rise again and return to Jiuzhou.
But Zhao Yunhai would not give them that chance.
"My, my, what a lively gathering."
Zhao Yunhai, accompanied by A Da and others, walked in from the periphery. The surrounding Ji family members looked bewildered at the sudden appearance of outsiders.
Had the guards at the entrance fallen asleep?
How could outsiders be allowed to enter the Ji family grounds so freely?
"Zhao Yunhai." Ji Changlong looked at him with a somber expression, "I didn't expect the Zhao clan to come knocking."
"What? He's the heir of the Zhao clan, Zhao Yunhai?"
"How did he appear at our Ji family?"
"No matter how he appeared, I only wish to kill him now."
Upon hearing their patriarch's words, the Ji clan members were instantly enraged, their deep-seated hatred burning like fire.
The older generation had instilled this hatred into the younger generation, making them live for revenge.
"It seems the Ji family is quite welcoming to this young master."
Zhao Yunhai looked at the surrounding Ji family members with a chuckle, spreading his arms. "Are you all ready for the gift I've prepared for you?"
Gunshots immediately rang out, the ceaseless bullets piercing the bodies of the Ji family members. Dozens of ordinary mortals died instantly.
"How can there be so many enemies? What are our guards doing?"
Ji Changlong immediately retreated to a safe zone, roaring at the people around him.
"Patriarch, our security is definitely not a problem. For some reason, the enemy has invaded our ancestral land without triggering any alerts."
Many of the clan members hiding around were already wounded by bullets, and even martial artists couldn't withstand the onslaught.
Only martial artists of the Grandmaster level or higher could withstand bullets.
The Ji family's martial arts square instantly transformed into a living hell, with gore, scattered limbs, and rivers of blood.
Some clan members who were not present were also residing and resting in the Ji family grounds. Someone was dispatched to deal with them.
Zhao Yunhai would not let any person with Ji family bloodline escape, aiming to eradicate them completely.
"What a beautiful sound."
Zhao Yunhai stood there, watching the Ji people wail in agony. He took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of blood.
A Da, Si Jinyan, and others protected Yun Shao, weapons in hand.
The Ji family members who had successfully escaped the inferno couldn't relax before hearing an explosion, their bodies instantly turning into bloody chunks.
Following that, explosions erupted all around, a scene of thunderous purgatory that no one was there to appreciate.
"Did you use drones to film it? This needs to be sent back to the elders."
"This is a great achievement. Your merits will all be in this video."
Zhao Yunhai said to Si Jinyan with great delight.
The Ji family's destruction at his hands, though easily achieved, was a feat accomplished by him alone.
"Don't worry, Yun Shao, we'll record everything without any omissions."
Si Jinyan said proudly.
Bullets continued to rain down on the Ji family members, who were completely defenseless, most of them being ordinary people.
The gunfire continued, and only Ji Changlong and "Ji Wuyi" remained alive in the entire square.
Ji Wuhua had already been riddled with bullets, dying with his eyes wide open, and no one knew he was the one who had brought about the Ji family's downfall.
Meanwhile, four elders stood triumphantly, blocking Ji Changlong.
"It was a great regret that I couldn't let you die back then. Now, Ji Changlong, you can't escape."
"Hehehe... You fell before the Zhao clan even got serious. The Ji family has no hope of turning the tide."
"Ji Changlong, you never expected this reunion to be like this."
"This is so satisfying. It's a shame my old friends couldn't come to witness the destruction of the Ji family with their own eyes."
Ji Changlong's rage transformed into icy coldness, but his heart had already turned to ice.
The Ji family's security had always been top-notch, yet today, without any response, enemies had infiltrated the heart of their territory.
Zhao Yunhai slowly walked towards him, looking at Ji Changlong and smiling faintly, "A pleasure to meet you, Patriarch Ji."
"Zhao Hongwen certainly raised a good son." Ji Changlong said with a hint of envy in his voice.
At this point, the Ji family had lost all hope, their spirit and energy completely shattered by this disaster.
"Pfft!" The Thousand-Faced Ghost plunged a dagger into Ji Changlong's heart from behind.
"My dear father, I am your good son. How can you compare me to Yun Shao? I am not worthy."
As he struck, the Thousand-Faced Ghost used his supreme lightness skill to evade Ji Changlong's fatal palm strike.
"Why? You are of the Ji family's direct bloodline. Do you think the Zhao clan will spare you?"
Ji Changlong spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at his son in disbelief.
"Ji Wuyi" let out a sinister laugh and immediately tore off the mask on his face. "I am the Thousand-Faced Ghost. It is my honor to have killed the Patriarch of the Ji family."
Zhao Yunhai said apologetically, "I forgot to tell you, the ashes of your biological son have already been scattered by me over the Pacific Ocean."
Hearing this, Ji Changlong could no longer hold back, spitting blood in his rage.
At this moment, the four elders simultaneously attacked, shouting, "Ji Changlong, die."