Chapter 7: The General War Department in Shock

This surveillance footage was precisely the recording of Mo Han wreaking havoc at the Tan family’s country estate. In the video, no matter which angle you watched from, Mo Han’s figure was utterly indistinct—a mere blur. All anyone could see was a shadow flickering across the screen, and everywhere it passed, countless members of the Tan family were sent flying, their bodies cast aside like ragdolls. Not a soul could catch a clear glimpse of Mo Han’s true form.

Shock was written across every constable’s face.

What was happening here?

Why did the murderer appear as nothing but a phantom in the video?

“Report this—now! Report it immediately!”

“Yes, upload the footage to the Skywatch Bureau at once!”

The constables, at a loss, could do nothing but send the video up the chain of command.

When the Skywatch Bureau received the footage, they too were dumbfounded.

A single phantom figure, laying waste to all before it—a hundred thugs lasted less than two minutes in his presence. Was this a reaper sent to harvest souls?

All the Skywatch Bureau’s top brass stared, eyes wide in disbelief, stunned beyond words.

“According to the reports, this man is the live-in son-in-law of the Li family. The Tan family took his daughter’s corneas, and he went there to seek revenge,” an intelligence officer explained.

“Then answer me this: if he’s a living, breathing man, why does he appear as a phantom in the footage?” one senior officer demanded.

“I understand what Han means. He’s saying this person exists, is indeed the Li family’s son-in-law, and if we bring him in for questioning, we’ll have all the answers,” another officer offered.

“No. We must not alert him!” one of the officials interjected suddenly.

“Why not?” the others pressed, eyes fixed on him.

“If my guess is correct, this son-in-law of the Li family is a superlative martial artist. His martial power, even if not yet at the Warlord level, is not far from it. My suggestion: we leave him be and let our superiors decide,” the official replied.

The others fell silent, then nodded in agreement, forwarding the footage to the Northern Grand War Division.

At the Northern Grand War Division—

“This man’s strength has already far surpassed the Warlord class!” After watching the video sent by the Skywatch Bureau in Qiancheng, the elders of the Grand War Division were visibly shaken.

“Indeed. Only those old monsters at the Earth-class level possess such overwhelming auras that they can interfere with electronic imaging. That’s why, on video, they appear as phantoms.”

“That’s the terror of the Earth-class monsters—even modern technology cannot lock onto them. Still, who would have thought that a reclusive Earth-class powerhouse would be hiding in a remote second-tier city like Qiancheng? Astounding!”

The elders discussed the matter in stunned voices.

At that moment, a staff officer entered, a file in hand. “Elders, another document from the Qiancheng Skywatch Bureau.”

He handed the file over.

The Fifth Elder accepted it, and as he read, shock overtook his features.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

“What is it, old Fifth?” the Second Elder asked.

“The latest investigation from Qiancheng states that this Earth-class powerhouse is named Mo Han. At eight years old, he was brought to Qiancheng from the north by his adoptive father. At twenty, he was extorted for a hundred thousand yuan by the parents of a little girl he saved—the money came from his adoptive father.

That same year, the eldest Miss Li was gravely ill. To save her, the family sought a live-in son-in-law. Mo Han’s adoptive mother, desperate for the three hundred thousand bride price, forced him to marry into the Li family.

Strangely, after Mo Han joined the Li family, Miss Li made a miraculous recovery. She believed her recovery was entirely due to Mo Han and truly married him.

Five years have passed since. Throughout, Mo Han has been mocked as a useless wretch, the epitome of male humiliation, but he never protested—he lived quietly, without complaint. If not for the Tan family cutting out his daughter’s corneas, he likely would never have revealed his strength.”

The Fifth Elder’s eyes remained on the document as he spoke.

“What? You mean to say this Mo Han is only twenty-five?” The Grand Elder stared in disbelief.

“That’s right.” The Fifth Elder handed the file over, still visibly stunned.

An Earth-class martial artist at twenty-five?

Unthinkable—utterly outrageous!

Everyone knew the world’s spiritual energy was depleted; advancing in martial arts was nigh impossible. Even the Four Great Warlords, famed across the land for their peerless talent and wisdom, had only reached the Profound level. For any of them to break through to the Earth-class would require decades of cultivation—if it were even possible in their lifetimes.

“No, it can’t be. It’s too fantastical. I suspect he’s not truly an Earth-class powerhouse; perhaps some other factor interfered with the electronic imaging,” the Second Elder insisted, shaking his head.

The Third and Fourth Elders nodded their agreement.

A twenty-five-year-old Earth-class martial artist? Pure fantasy.

After reading through the document, the Grand Elder fell silent as well.

After a long pause, he finally said, “No matter if he is truly an Earth-class martial artist or not, this matter is highly suspicious. Old Fifth, why don’t you travel to Qiancheng and investigate thoroughly?”

The Fifth Elder nodded. “Very well.”

…

Li Group.

Conference Room.

At that moment, the room was filled with the Li family’s senior executives.

“Everyone, the Tan family has already transferred one hundred million to the company’s account. I’ve decided to use this money to grow the business!” Chairman Li Zhendong announced, his gaze sweeping the room.

Applause broke out, faces bright with joy. The greater the company’s fortunes, the higher their own salaries and bonuses would be.

Yet Li Xiande wore a troubled expression. “Wait, Dad, didn’t you say the money from Xiaoxiao’s corneas would go to our family? Two million, wasn’t it?”

Li Xiande was none other than Mo Han’s father-in-law, Li An’an’s father.

Li Zhendong smiled faintly. “Of course, my word is good. But that two million will have to wait until the company is thriving. That’s all for now.”

“Dad, you can’t do that! That money came from selling my granddaughter’s corneas!” Li Xiande protested.

“Second Uncle, you shouldn’t say that. Li Xiaoxiao is part of the family, and her corneas are also a contribution to the family’s rise,” Li Bing remarked coolly.

“Second Brother, Dad’s already promised that when the company prospers, you’ll get your two million. Are you questioning his word? Besides, as a member of the family, you’re refusing to help us grow—and instead want to drag us down? That doesn’t sound right,” said Li Xianwu, the family’s eldest son.

“Second Uncle, are you so eager to distance yourself from the family? Or do you intend to break away entirely?” Li Bing suddenly added.

Li Xiande’s face changed drastically. He wanted to argue, but catching sight of the old patriarch’s frosty expression, he quickly fell silent and forced himself to say, “Fine, I’ll wait for the dividend once the company is on its feet.”

Only then did the old man’s face soften. “Let’s call it a day.”

He rose to leave.

Just then, the conference room doors were kicked open, and a shadowy, cold figure strode inside.