Chapter 162 Dying with Dignity

"Hurry up and come pick me up!"

Tang Yuanlong dialed a number and then waited quietly.

About ten minutes passed.

Several men arrived at the location, entered the room, and shouted respectfully, "Mr. Tang!"

They were Tang Yuanlong's trusted aides!

They were also the ones who had informed Zhong Shan of Tang Yuanlong's whereabouts back at the hotel.

"You've finally arrived!"

Seeing his aides, Tang Yuanlong almost wept with joy.

However, seeing Tang Yuanlong's miserable state, the aides glanced at each other, an inexplicable glint flashing in their eyes.

"Mr. Tang, what happened to you?"

"How did you lose so much blood?"

At the mention of this, Tang Yuanlong gritted his teeth in rage and roared, "It's all because of that bastard Jiang Chenfeng..."

He recounted everything that had happened in detail.

After hearing Tang Yuanlong's words, the aides exchanged glances again, communicating silently as if they had reached a decision.

"I must kill him! I must make him die! You go and keep a close eye on him. Once my injuries have recovered, I will strike immediately!"

Tang Yuanlong gritted his teeth and spoke viciously before commanding, "Now, help me back first. I need to go back and heal. Leave the rest to you guys!"

The aides did not move.

Seeing this, Tang Yuanlong frowned, his gaze sweeping over them as he said displeasurably, "Didn't you hear what I said? Hurry up and come help me back!"

"Mr. Tang, I'll help you!"

A sharp light flashed in one aide's eyes as he immediately stepped forward and reached out to support Tang Yuanlong.

"Mm, you..."

Before Tang Yuanlong could finish speaking.

He felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen!

Tang Yuanlong looked down at his waist and found a dagger plunged there, the entire blade almost completely buried in his body.

He looked up at his aide, his eyes filled with disbelief and his face contorted in pain. He managed to choke out, "Wh... why?"

Puchi!

The aide pulled out the dagger and stabbed him again, saying with a smile, "Mr. Tang, this is called taking your life while you're down!"

"Why... betray me..."

A large amount of blood overflowed from Tang Yuanlong's mouth, and his life force rapidly ebbed away.

If he had been at his peak, he could have easily defended against such a sneak attack.

But he was already severely injured.

Faced with a sneak attack from his own subordinate, he could no longer resist.

"If you hadn't called us over, we really wouldn't have found such an opportunity!"

"Mr. Tang, to tell you the truth, we are Zhong Shan's people!"

Hearing these words, Tang Yuanlong finally realized the truth. Unwilling to accept it, his life force gradually faded away.

His eyes were wide open; he had truly died with grievances!

...

Jiang Chenfeng was currently consuming a fire sun fruit to increase his strength.

Suddenly, he received a phone call and learned of Tang Yuanlong's death.

Jiang Chenfeng didn't have much of an emotional reaction to Tang Yuanlong's death and didn't take it to heart.

If Protagonist Lin Tian had died, then he would be celebrating and ecstatic!

A mere Tang Yuanlong?

At most, he was just a supporting character with a bit of screen time!

Of course, if he hadn't appeared, Tang Yuanlong's role in this book would still have been quite significant.

At least in the mid-game, Protagonist Lin Tian would indeed have relied on the help of this Martial Uncle.

Now that Tang Yuanlong was dead, it could be considered one less trouble for him, so his mood was actually quite good.

And without Tang Yuanlong's help, the Nangong Family's troubles were naturally resolved as well.

...

Two days later.

Inside a certain manor abroad.

A lifeless corpse lay on the ground, its death state extremely wretched.

It was precisely Tang Yuanlong's body!

"My good Disciple! How could you die so miserably! Your body isn't even whole!"

A white-haired old man in a suit sat in a nearby chair, weeping bitterly.

He was Tang Yuanlong's master and Lin Tian's Grandmaster, known as the Dragon Marshal!

Decades ago, he was also a domestic God of War!

After experiencing a series of events, he chose to retire to the countryside and come abroad to live the life of an ordinary person.

"Yuanlong, my good Disciple, your master will definitely... forget it, forget it, the person is already dead, and it's his own fault for being inferior in skill."

After the Old Dragon Marshal wailed a few times, he wiped away the few tears at the corners of his eyes and poured himself a glass of red wine.

He was only crying symbolically!

After all, he had many Disciples, and Tang Yuanlong was just one of the less prominent ones.

Dragon Kings descending the mountain, Gods of War returning, Divine Doctor sons-in-law, and so on—the talents the Old Dragon Marshal had cultivated over the years could circle the Earth three times!

Among these people, Tang Yuanlong was at most a space-filler; he simply wasn't qualified to make him too sad.

The Old Dragon Marshal sat on the lounge chair, savoring his red wine, not taking Tang Yuanlong's corpse seriously at all.

"The person who can truly inherit my mantle should only be that kid in the capital..."

The Old Dragon Marshal swirled the wine glass in his hand, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions and sighs.

Even Lin Tian from Yun Province didn't seem to be on his mind.

The only person who could truly catch his attention was that hidden dragon in the capital who had yet to rise!

Just then.

A figure hurried in, and upon seeing Tang Yuanlong's corpse, immediately began to wail.

The newcomer was about fifty or sixty years old; she was Tang Yuanlong's biological mother.

Hearing Mother Tang's wailing, the Old Dragon Marshal turned to look and sighed, shaking his head, "Don't be too sad; this was his fate!"

"His fate?"

Mother Tang looked up while weeping, her eyes fixed on the Old Dragon Marshal as she shouted through gritted teeth, "Was my son's fate to die without a whole body? Just who was it that was so cruel? Not only did they kill my son, but they weren't satisfied and actually castrated him, leaving him without even a complete corpse?"

The Old Dragon Marshal couldn't help but sigh.

As a former God of War, the Old Dragon Marshal naturally knew that Tang Yuanlong's way of death was absolutely the most humiliating.

But since Tang Yuanlong was of no use to him, he naturally wouldn't have any emotional fluctuations.

Mother Tang, her face covered in tears, looked directly at the Old Dragon Marshal and said, "Old Dragon Marshal, you are his master! You can't just ignore his death like this! Please help, at least let him die with a bit more dignity!"

The Old Dragon Marshal was clearly a bit impatient and said displeasurably, "Do you know how many Disciples I have? Do you know how many of my Disciples have died all over the world? If I had to go and seek revenge for every Disciple who died, I wouldn't have to do anything else in this life but spend all day seeking revenge for them!"

He had thousands upon thousands of Disciples!

Those who died prematurely numbered in the thousands or even tens of thousands!

If it weren't for the fact that Tang Yuanlong's mother had slept with him for a few years when she was young, he wouldn't have even had someone bring Tang Yuanlong's body back.