Chapter 1638 - 1639: No Better Fate Awaits
The brothers behind Long Hai looked at their martial uncle and eldest senior brother, who became the arena champions on the first day, feeling honored and proud, with their chests puffed up in pride.
At that moment, Long Hai suddenly realized Henry wasn't among the disciples, and he was shocked.
"Where is Henry?"
Yang Fei glanced at the group of disciples and didn't see Henry's skinny monkey-like figure, making his heart sink.
He had arranged for Henry to escort the deceased's family away, and by now, more than half an hour had passed.
By rights, Henry should have been back by now.
Recalling the ruthlessness of the War God family, a faint premonition of bad news arose in Yang Fei's heart.
Yang Fei told Long Hai about Henry's whereabouts, and Long Hai's face also turned grim.
He looked at Yang Fei anxiously.
"Could the Kimura clan be hostile to Henry?"
Yang Fei was somewhat worried and shook his head.
"I was careless. The War God family is an extremist military family, always following the principle of 'prosper if you follow me, perish if you defy me.'
Today I killed Kimura, and the feud is deep. There's a possibility they might be hostile to Henry.
Speaking of this, Yang Fei gritted his teeth.
"I swear to you, if they dare lay a hand on Henry, I will erase this damned Kimura clan from the face of the earth."
Henry is a well-liked young man, especially obsessed with Huaxia martial arts, respecting teachers and valuing tradition more than many Huaxia warriors.
The disciples at Longwei Martial Arts Hall had a good impression of this amiable and honest American.
Upon hearing of Henry's disappearance, everyone grew anxious.
Long Hai sent out senior and junior brothers to search around, but they searched the entire gym without finding a trace of him.
Yang Fei's face grew darker, lighting cigarette after cigarette.
Long Hai shook his head helplessly, looking exhausted.
"Maybe Henry went home. Let's go back first and plan after."
Everyone was worried but had to follow Long Hai's words and returned to the rented apartment.
Yang Fei originally planned to return to Li Island, but with Henry missing, he decided to return with the disciples of Longwei National Arts Gym to the rented apartment.
Long Hai had rented a private house as a place for the many disciples to stay.
The house was a typical courtyard house common on Li Island, with a dense palm grove at the back.
Yang Fei complimented, "The location is not bad, Long Hai, you have a good eye."
Long Hai humbly smiled.
"Martial Uncle, if you don't mind, you can move in with us. I'll arrange the largest room for you."
Yang Fei shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need. I wonder if Henry is home yet?"
Yang Fei was indeed a bit worried.
Today's events violated the War God family's taboo.
Henry was sent by himself to arrange the deceased's family; if anything really happened, Yang Fei would never forgive himself.
Long Hai went forward and opened the main door.
Yang Fei suddenly smelled a strong scent of blood; his heart thudded, and he reached out to stop Long Hai.
"Be careful, there's a murderous intent!"
Long Hai was on high alert and slowly opened the door.
With just one glance, his face changed dramatically, filled with rage and despair.
"Henry..."
Yang Fei peeked from behind Long Hai.
At that moment, his head buzzed as if struck by a heavy iron hammer, rage erupting from his heart to his head.
In the middle of the courtyard, on a long table, Henry's head was placed upright.
His face was bruised and scarred, eyes wide open, filled with shock, anger, and fear, clearly having suffered unimaginable torture before his death.
On the long table, besides Henry's head, were four other heads lined up.
Among them, the head of a three-year-old girl was particularly striking.
Besides the three-year-old girl's head, there were the heads of two men and a woman, blood-stained and horrifying.
Behind the long table was a black-and-white portrait of Kimura, whom Yang Fei had killed.
In front of the portrait were many offerings like incense and paper money.
Yang Fei trembled with rage, fists clenching tightly.
Though he had expected the Kimura clan not to spare this poor family, he hadn't anticipated the speed of their revenge.
Not only were the entire family brutally murdered, but even Henry did not escape their clutches.
The disciples of Longwei National Arts Gym barged in.
Upon seeing the appalling scene, they were stunned as if struck by thunder, filled with grief and anger.
Several soft-hearted disciples cried on the spot.
Long Hai looked at Yang Fei, "Martial Uncle, what should we do?"
Yang Fei squeezed out his words through gritted teeth.
"A blood debt must be repaid with blood. I swear before Henry's spirit, I'll never rest until I annihilate the Kimura clan."
At that moment, a sinister voice reached everyone's ears.
"Such bold words, the Kimura clan ranks sixth among the Eight Great War God Families."
"What makes you think you can oppose the Kimura clan? Do you think you still stand a chance?"
With the chilly voice, the main courtyard door opened.
A person in a black Taoist robe from Sang Country, flanked by four martial arts experts, gradually stepped out.
Meanwhile, the side rooms of the courtyard opened, and a wave of martial artists surged out, surrounding the disciples of Longwei National Arts Gym.
These guys were uniformly in black martial arts robes, wielding long blades, looking fierce and murderous.
Yang Fei looked at the lead Sangguo Warrior, becoming calm instead.
"Who are you?"
The lead Sangguo Warrior arrogantly glanced at Yang Fei.
"You killed someone from my Kimura clan, and there's no escape for you. Does my name still mean anything to you?"
Yang Fei looked at him calmly.
"Your name holds no meaning for me. I just want to know, were these people killed by you?"
Long Hai suddenly noticed that his martial uncle's eyes were devoid of any emotion, even the anger and hatred from earlier had vanished.
However, such an uncle struck a sense of unfamiliarity and indescribable fear in Long Hai's heart.
The Kimura leader across sneered coldly.
"This is the end they deserved. Those who provoke my Kimura clan never end well."
Yang Fei suddenly laughed, with a mocking undertone in his smile.
"Very well, those who provoke me will also meet a disastrous end."
He gestured, signaling Long Hai and the others to back away.
Long Hai didn't understand his martial uncle's intention but didn't dare defy him and stepped back.
Yang Fei stepped forward slowly, tearing a piece of his sleeve to cover his eyes, speaking softly.
"In my life, I've killed countless people, each deserving their fate."
"But today, I won't ask for reasons, because the ones I'm about to kill aren't humans, but beasts!"
Saying this, he moved like a cannonball, charging directly forward, like a tiger pouncing into a flock of sheep.
His unstoppable momentum resembled an arrow shot out, filled with the heroic spirit of a warrior going forth without return.
The Kimura leader's face changed, shocked by Yang Fei's momentum.
Though they outnumbered him, in the face of Yang Fei, the leader felt unsupported, chills running through his body.