Chapter 108: Kill a God to Stop a God

“Who the hell are you?”
“Who let you in?”
“Ah!”

A subordinate’s scream came through the phone, followed by a dull thud. It sounded like someone had fallen. Then footsteps approached, growing louder, accompanied by angry shouts and curses in Japanese.

Tanaka was puzzled. Was someone causing trouble? He shouted into the phone, “What’s happening? Hello? Hello?”

But no one answered. Only the chaotic voices on the other end could be heard.

Shunsuke Otsuka also heard the sounds through the receiver and urged Tanaka to switch to speakerphone.

“Baka! His arm’s broken! Get him to the hospital immediately!”
“How dare they come to cause trouble at our Fusang Oriental Medicine Association! They must be courting death! Everyone, attack!”
“Quick! Use your swords!”
“Who exactly are you?”
“Ah!”
“Aiya~!”

The two men exchanged glances, stunned as they listened to the mayhem on the line.

“Someone’s attacking the Rising Sun Building?” Tanaka asked cautiously.

Otsuka’s face turned ashen, his mind racing. He immediately commanded, “Alert everyone and switch to wartime mode.”

“Yes!”

Tanaka quickly dialed the security team, speaking in a low, grave tone, “There are intruders. Everyone arm yourselves. Anyone unfamiliar is to be killed on sight.”

The security chief hesitated, “There are many guests today. What if we kill the wrong person?”

“Regardless of who they are, eliminate them all! Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let a single one escape!”

“Understood!”

After hanging up, Tanaka’s nerves settled slightly. The security team in this building was his personal creation, forged with great expense. Few in number, but every member was handpicked and rigorously trained—cold-blooded killing machines.

Tanaka opened his computer and pulled up the surveillance feeds, able to monitor every corner of the Rising Sun Building in real-time.

Otsuka came over, and they switched to the footage of the main entrance.

The floor was littered with bodies; some motionless, others writhing in pain. The scene was grisly, yet the attackers remained unidentified.

Switching to the first-floor lobby, both men straightened up, eyes fixed intently on the screen.

What was this? Their expressions turned to panic.

On the screen, two men and one woman were slowly making their way inside.

Thirty black-clad warriors blocked their path.

These warriors were the death squads trained by Tanaka himself.

Drawing their katanas, they charged fiercely.

The lead man met them head-on without a hint of fear.

Tanaka sneered. These were elite fighters, the pinnacle of Fusang’s martial prowess. One alone was formidable—thirty together were a force of nature.

The warriors surrounded Gu Xiangnan, the man in the middle. Ten in the front row raised their blades to strike down.

Gu Xiangnan unleashed the Giant Yuan Palm. Since his duel with Ashiya Youmei, this technique had undergone a remarkable transformation.

He gathered his qi, and a powerful crimson aura surged from his palms, coiling around his arms like twin serpents of flame.

As the swords descended, the red aura writhed and entwined around the blades, climbing up like snakes and burning the warriors’ hands to blackened charcoal on contact.

In an instant, all ten warriors dropped their swords, rendered powerless, howling in agony on the floor.

Tanaka and Otsuka’s hairs stood on end.

The remaining twenty warriors roared in fury at their comrades’ defeat.

Gu Xiangnan surged forward, his palms delivering a relentless barrage of strikes.

One by one, the warriors fell, each chest smashed open.

Annihilated.

Back in the office, Tanaka and Otsuka sat in stunned silence.

The camera was too far to reveal the man’s face.

Who was this man?

He was terrifying—like a grim reaper.

Suddenly, the screen zoomed in on a face.

Gu Xiangnan’s visage filled the frame as he made a throat-slitting gesture to the camera.

A blatant provocation.

The two in the office were struck as if by lightning.

They knew this face well. They had sent assassins after him countless times.

It was Gu Xiangnan!

Otsuka’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot. “How is Gu Xiangnan here?”

Tanaka trembled uncontrollably. He grabbed the phone and called the security chief.

“Tell the men to arm themselves with guns. They must kill them at all costs.”

“Understood!”

Otsuka said, “Keep watching the monitors!”

Tanaka typed rapidly and switched to the second-floor feed.

A group of armed guards appeared on the screen.

Tanaka thought, no matter how skilled they are, even the best warriors fear guns.

Yet, the carnage repeated itself.

Just like on the first floor.

Before the shooters could fire a single bullet, Gu Xiangnan mysteriously appeared beside them, disarming them all.

All the guards on the second floor dropped like flies.

The third floor suffered the same fate—total annihilation.

The fourth, the fifth...

Every assassin lurking on every floor was wiped out.

Not a single soul survived a single strike.

Tanaka’s mind went blank. He stared dumbfounded at the screen.

Gu Xiangnan and his two companions were drawing ever closer.

Suddenly, Tanaka’s phone rang.

The security chief’s voice was desperate on the line.

“Chairman, you must evacuate immediately. We are no match for him. Our men are on the brink of extinction. It’s better to retreat than die in vain!”

Otsuka watched the monitor as Gu Xiangnan’s group reached the twentieth floor.

If they delayed any longer, they would be inside.

He ordered, “Everyone inside the building, evacuate at once. Use the emergency elevators to reach the secret safe house we arranged.”

“Understood!”

With that, he and Tanaka hurried to a corner of the office.

Sliding aside a bookshelf revealed a hidden emergency elevator.

They stepped in and fled hastily.

Less than three minutes after they left—

“Boom!”

The office door was kicked open.

Gu Xiangnan and his companions strolled in.

They surveyed the room, finding it empty.

Yang Dianfeng spotted the emergency elevator.

“Guys, they escaped! Let’s give chase!”

Gu Xiangnan was about to enter the elevator with him when Zhang Baoling stopped them.

“Wait. Something’s off here.”

Zhang Baoling paused before a statue tucked in the corner.

Gu Xiangnan and Yang returned to inspect.

They found nothing amiss at first glance.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Xiangnan asked.

“In most companies, you’d find statues of the God of Wealth or Guan Yu. But have you ever seen a mountain god statue inside a company?”

That was true.

They’d never heard of such a thing.

“And it’s huge.”

Zhang Baoling tapped the mountain god statue, producing a hollow “clang clang” sound.

“It’s hollow. There must be something hidden inside.”

“Oh? Then let’s see.”

Gu Xiangnan struck the statue with a palm, shattering a large hole.

“There’s something inside!”