I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city

"No, I don't know. Should we call the police?"

"You must've eaten too much pig brain in your hot pot; our phones are confiscated, how can we call the police?"

"Ugh, what do we do now then."

"Let's just hide here. Who knows how many more of these psychopaths are outside; don't wind up like the boss and lose your life for nothing."

The entire Zheng family factory was now in chaos. Fourteen Martial Artists from Hong Kong were either confiscating phones, searching for Zhang Jinbao, Wu Hujie, and Huang Ao, or looking everywhere for the whereabouts of the Purple Ganoderma.

The security patrol team in the factory was useless before these Ming Jin Martial Artists. As soon as they encountered them, they were subdued on the spot and knocked unconscious.

And while these thugs were ravaging the factory like locusts, a lone figure headed straight for the office building in the factory.

That was where the factory manager's office was located, and it was also where the manager lived daily.

"Zheng Song's only son must be hiding here." Lu Tieying strode briskly, kicked open the door of the office building, and walked straight in.

The entire office building had four floors, without an elevator. With agile steps, Lu Tieying could leap six steps at a time and in less than a minute, he had reached the fourth floor.

The luxurious decor was completely out of place compared to the deep mountain forest outside.

"I can't play. I told you, the network speed at my family's factory is terrible. When playing King of Glory, my character floats when walking; how can I play with you all?"

"Golden Shovel? Golden Shovel doesn't work either; I tried. Others reached 3-2, but I'm still stuck on golems."

"Forget it, I won't play games for a while."

Hearing a faint sound coming from a nearby room, Lu Tieying walked over lightly. As he reached out to push open a crack in the door, he borrowed the light shining from inside the room.

He saw at a glance a young man in his early twenties, lying on the sofa, talking on the phone; it was Zheng Dongliang!

Lu Tieying's eyes gleamed. He pushed open the door, dashed directly to the unresponsive Zheng Dongliang, and snatched the iPhone 14 from his hand, crushing it instantly.

"Who—who are you?" Zheng Dongliang asked, utterly bewildered and annoyed.

Without saying a word, Lu Tieying grabbed him by the neck, forcefully pulling him off the sofa. Zheng Dongliang's face turned crimson, and he could hardly breathe.

"If you want to survive, answer my questions honestly. Tell me, where is your family's 200-year-old Purple Ganoderma hidden?" Lu Tieying lifted Zheng Dongliang high, expressionless and coldly asked.

From his demeanor, it was clear that if Zheng Dongliang dared not answer, Lu Tieying would crush his neck in the next second.

"I—I don't know... Last time, my dad took the Purple Ganoderma out for an exhibition... It hasn't... hasn't been brought back yet..." Zheng Dongliang squeaked, his eyes starting to roll back. He kept slapping Lu Tieying's arm.

"It's not here." Being the adopted son of Lu Pingshan, responsible for some Lu family businesses in Hong Kong, Lu Tieying had honed the skill of determining if someone was lying.

Once he confirmed Zheng Dongliang was speaking truthfully, he frowned slightly.

Lu Pingshan urgently needed the Purple Ganoderma, but it wasn't in this mountain factory, making the situation tricky.

The Lu family's outrageous action tonight would be hard to repeat. Zheng Song had built his name in Southeast Asia and was not someone easily trifled with.

"Since that's the case, you'll come with me." Lu Tieying released Zheng Dongliang, lightly striking him unconscious.

Hoisting Zheng Dongliang onto his shoulder, Lu Tieying did not hesitate and promptly left.

Given the Lu family's background, lingering in the mainland unnecessarily could be risky; only returning to Hong Kong would be truly safe.

With Zheng Dongliang alive as leverage, Zheng Song, having only this one son, would be willing to trade the Purple Ganoderma to the Lu family in exchange for the hostage.

As for whether this action might trigger a bigger chain reaction, Lu Tieying couldn't worry about that now.

Lu Pingshan was like the sky for the Lu family; if he fell, their future wouldn't be bright, so everyone would spare no effort to help Lu Pingshan gain more opportunities for survival.

Arriving at the factory entrance, several Jeep Wranglers were still parked there.

As soon as Lu Tieying appeared, carrying Zheng Dongliang, the Lu family drivers in the car immediately stepped down.

"Master Tieying, this is?"

"You must send this person back to Hong Kong at once, safely delivering him to the Patriarch's presence, without any mishaps allowed." Lu Tieying threw the unconscious Zheng Dongliang to them, giving his command.

"Understood. What about you, Master Tieying? Aren't you coming with us?"

"You leave first; there's some cleanup here I need to handle." Lu Tieying glanced back at the factory, a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

Since it was known the Purple Ganoderma wasn't here, the fifteen Martial Artists hired by the Lu family from Hong Kong, as insiders, couldn't return alive.

No matter how close-lipped they might be, their survival would be a risk for the Lu family; what if someday one of them used this matter to blackmail the Lu family for a hefty hush fee? It would be extremely unpleasant.

The old steward had mentioned to Lu Tieying that the mainland and Hong Kong were different; the Lu family couldn't act rashly here, lest they leave a bad impression.