The capital is the capital of China. At the foot of this imperial city, everything seems calm on the surface, but sensible people know that this is the most turbulent place in China.

Not many people can control this undercurrent, and the Wang family is one of them.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a plane slowly landed, making the already surging capital city, which was already in a turbulent wave, become even more violent and violent.

Walking out of the airport hall and breathing in the familiar air, Chen Qingyang stood for a long time, his expression gloomy and sunny.

"Young Master, there are no less than ten people around us monitoring us. It is better to leave here first." The Demon Shadow whispered in Chen Qingyang's ear.

Chen Qingyang shook his head, ignored the people who monitored him, and said, "No, they dare not act rashly before they figured out the purpose of my coming to the capital."

Although his expression was as calm as ever, Chen Qingyang's eyes were filled with an unparalleled proud look.

"Young Master, we really want to go to the Wang family?" asked the Demon Shadow.

This time, Chen Qingyang entered the capital city with the purpose of entering the Wang family, because only the Wang family can give him the answer he wants to know.

"The Wang family must go, but before that, I will meet someone." Chen Qingyang finished speaking, and then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang seven or eight times but no one answered the answer, but Chen Qingyang seemed not in a hurry and showed enough patience.

Just as the phone was about to hang up, the other end finally answered the phone.

"I'm back!" Chen Qingyang said calmly.

"I know." A young voice came from the other end of the phone, but there was a faint deep feeling.

"I need to see you." Chen Qingyang's tone did not seem to be discussing with the other party, but more like ordering the other party.

The other party suddenly fell silent, and the voice rang out after a long time.

"Waiting for me in the old place." The other party hung up the phone after saying that.

"Young Master, you leave first, and I will deal with those flies too." The Demon Shadow said.

"Be careful."

The Demon Shadow nodded, then turned around and disappeared directly into the crowd. Chen Qingyang also quickly walked to the side of the road to stop a taxi.

"Master, go to Heishan." Chen Qingyang said.

"Okay." The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. After looking up and down at Chen Qingyang, he saw his gloomy face and was very conscious and focused on driving his car.

Heishan is the tombs in the capital, where many revolutionary martyrs are buried. It is a very sacred place. Chen Qingyang and the man on the phone made an appointment here.

More than an hour later, Chen Qingyang appeared in front of a desolate lonely tomb.

This lonely grave has no tombstone, only a raised mound of soil, which is covered with weeds. It is obvious that no one has come to visit the grave for a long time.

Chen Qingyang squatted down, uprooted the weeds around the lonely grave one by one, then picked up a pile of stones, and carefully piled them around the lonely grave.

Not long after, a figure suddenly appeared behind Chen Qingyang. Chen Qingyang did not look back. At this moment, in his eyes, there was only the lonely grave in front of him.

The man did not disturb Chen Qingyang, and just stood behind him silently until Chen Qingyang turned around himself.

"Blood Dragon, long time no see." Chen Qingyang looked at the young man in front of him and said with a smile.

After not seeing each other for more than a year, the young man had a mustache. His originally tender face now looks more mature and steady, and his body exudes a high-ranking aura.

It seems that over the past year, Chen Qingyang has also looked at him with admiration.

"Brother Yang." The young man shouted, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

Blood Dragon, whose original name was Mo Fulong, was originally just a boxer who was hiding in the underground black boxing. In a boxing match, Mo Fulong was defeated by his opponent. His life was hanging by a thread, and Chen Qingyang rescued him.

Later, Chen Qingyang discovered that Mo Fulong had an amazing talent in martial arts practice, so he taught him real kung fu. Mo Fulong did not disappoint Chen Qingyang. In less than three years, he broke through from the mid-stage Mingjin to the Huajin. He was a rare martial arts genius.

In the end, Chen Qingyang brought Mo Fulong into his organization and served for the country. It can be said that without Chen Qingyang, Mo Fulong has long died tragically in the arena of that year, and there will be no "blood dragon" that is now terrifying.

Chen Qingyang looked up and down at Mo Fulong and found that his aura was much stronger than a year ago. It was obvious that in this year, Mo Fulong's strength had already reached a more terrifying level, and he might not be far from his peak.

"I heard you are already the boss of the ground size." Chen Qingyang asked.

Mo Fulong nodded slightly and said, "After half a year after you left, they asked me to replace you, but they were just an acting team leader. They still hope that you can come back one day in the future."

Chen Qingyang shook his head slightly and said, "My injury cannot heal. He is already a waste."

"What a pity." Mo Fulong sighed, but his eyes were extremely calm, making people unable to guess what he was thinking.

"Blood Dragon, a year after I left, did the organization continue to hunt down the remnants of the Tianxie Sect?" Chen Qingyang asked.

Mo Fulong was slightly surprised and said, "We caught all the Tianxie Sect in one go, and even their base was razed to the ground. It is absolutely impossible for the remnants to survive. Brother Yang, why do you ask this?"

"Just today, I met a person who had the totem of Tianxie Sect." Chen Qingyang said.

Mo Fulong was not surprised at all and said, "Tianxie Sect is a cult, and there are many crazy believers. It is not surprising that they have the totem of Tianxie Sect engraved on them, but these believers are not worth worrying at all. Brother Yang, are you thinking too much?"

There are no one hundred or eighty people who died in the hands of Chen Qingyang, so no one knows their totem tattoos better than Chen Qingyang. He is sure that the totem tattoos that appeared on the wrist of the middle-aged man in Haicheng today are definitely unique to Tianxie Sect.

Chen Qingyang glanced at Mo Fulong with a calm face, but in the end he didn't tell his thoughts.

"I need you to take me to the Wang family." Chen Qingyang said.

The Wang family is a super family in the capital and has great influence in all walks of life. Even if you look at the entire China, it is a top presence. With Chen Qingyang's current strength, it is probably not easy to enter the Wang family safely, so he needs to rely on Mo Fulong's power.

"Reason!" Mo Fulong asked with a frown.

"I want an answer." Chen Qingyang said lightly.

"Do you suspect that the Wang family did not kill the Tianxie Sect at the beginning?" Mo Fulong's brow frowned even more powerfully.

Chen Qingyang nodded, not concealing his purpose of going to the Wang family.

In the past, they paid an extremely heavy price to eradicate the Tianxie Sect, and the Wang family also played a very important role in it. They carried out a carpet-style strangle against the Tianxie Sect, and finally even used taboo weapons to razed the Tianxie Sect's base to the ground.

Everyone believes that the Tianxie Sect will never have any remnants to survive, and the Wang family was named "the national protection clan" and has a very glorious place.
Chapter completed!