Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

He Wuxue was momentarily stunned, her eyes twitching slightly.

”Dad, what did you just say? My marriage to the Wei Family?”

He Wuxue’s beautiful eyes widened as she looked at He Jingxing and turned her head to gaze at He Shouming, her face showing a trace of panic.

He Shouming took a deep breath and then looked at He Wuxue with a serious gaze, ”Xiao Wu, I had originally planned to tell you about this matter in a while, but now that you know, it’s for the best. I have already discussed it with the Wei Family patriarch and arranged for you to be married to Wei Qiankun.”

Wei Qiankun?

This name wasn’t unfamiliar to He Wuxue. They had been classmates in elementary school, but afterward, Wei Qiankun seemed to have disappeared, only to reappear at a party a year ago. They had merely greeted each other, and that was the extent of their acquaintance.

However, in the circle of top heirs in Fu Province, Wei Ya’s fame far exceeded that of Wei Qiankun, to the point where many were almost unaware of his existence.

He Jingxing said, ”As long as our He Family forms a marriage alliance with the Wei Family, we won’t even consider the Du Family a concern.”

”Grandpa, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? Moreover, I hardly know Wei Qiankun, let alone have any feelings for him. Why should I marry him?” He Wuxue’s eyes were wide, and she clenched her white fists tightly.

This was the first time since her birth that she had felt the cold indifference of her family and her own helplessness.

He Wuxue was the darling of the He Family, a goddess in the high society of Fu Province, adored by all, living a life of privilege. She had never imagined her family would treat her as a bargaining chip.

”Xiao Wu, being born into a great family, this is destiny. In the entire Fu Province, only Wei Qiankun is worthy of you. Do you expect me to marry you off to that young man from just now?” He Shouming said with a frown, his voice cold.

He Wuxue bowed her head, feeling a surge of sorrow in her heart.

People envied her for being born into wealth and for being the precious daughter of the He Family. But now, only she knew that a woman like herself could never control her own destiny.

”Xiao Wu, you must understand that although everyone says there are Three Great Families in Fu Province—the Wei Family, the He Family, the Du Family—essentially, there is only one true leading family in Fu Province, the Wei Family. The Wei Family is a Martial Arts Family, having produced two super-experts,” He Shouming said slowly.

He Wuxue lifted her head, her eyes showing a hint of perplexity. She had expertise in arts, economics, and culture but had never heard of Martial Arts Families.

”Martial Arts Families are the true holders of power, and Martial Arts Experts fear no anti-martial bullets. With such strength, all other things are but ephemeral,” He Shouming sighed as he spoke.

”When you were young, the Green Bamboo Association from Wan Island tried to encroach on Fu Province’s territory. At that time, only the people from the Wei Family stepped forward to block the Green Bamboo Association at Jingmen,” He Shouming said, somewhat nostalgically:

”I was fortunate enough to have witnessed those Martial Arts Experts in action; they could walk on water and use the wind as a blade—modern weapons like Broken Martial Guns had no effect on them.”

He Wuxue was dumbfounded hearing her grandfather’s words.

Surely, her grandfather wouldn’t lie, but these affairs were as incredible as the Martial Arts Books she read. Those masters, leaving no tracks in the snow, could injure people with flying leaves and picked flowers—an absurdity when placed within the confines of reality.

”Wei Qiankun is the Wei Family’s genius youth, a seed level character. Legends say he has been cultivating on an unnamed island and has now reached the Martial Emperor Realm, truly a dragon among men. Such a person is more than fitting for you, don’t you think?”

Upon finishing, He Shouming looked at He Wuxue, his eyes sparkling with a few bright spots.

He Wuxue lowered her head, no longer speaking, gently biting her thin lower lip.

Although she, He Wuxue, was a heavenly beauty envied by countless young masters and rich heirs, she was still a woman who would eventually need to marry. The Wei Family’s power was overwhelming, and Wei Qiankun was a legendary martial arts expert.

Even a goddess as pure and proud as she couldn’t help but be moved. He Shouming caught the look on He Wuxue’s face and the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile, ”Alright, it’s getting late. Everyone should go back to their rooms to rest. As for that boy, wait a couple of days and I will personally take him to the Wei Family to apologize. The Wei Family will give me some face, but humiliation is inevitable for him.”

At this moment.

Lin Mo, sitting cross-legged on the bed in his room, opened his eyes and murmured to himself, ”The Wei Family, Wei Qiankun? This name sounds so familiar, as if I’ve heard it somewhere.”

Although Lin Mo was cultivating, his divine sense spread throughout the entire villa and even the island, catching every word of He Shouming and the others’ conversation.

”If the people from the Wei Family really are from a martial arts family, would they still have the courage to come after me knowing who I am?” Lin Mo shook his head.

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The Wei Family’s private hospital and cultivation grounds were built together. After all, the Wei Family was a martial arts family. Whether it was family descendants or disciples taken in at that time, they all trained here. If they occasionally got injured, they were immediately sent to the adjacent hospital.

The hospital was not large and was only open to members of the Wei Family, but its facilities were all first-class international standards, even equipped with two foreign surgeons known for their exquisite medical skills.

However, at this moment, the two foreign surgeons had troubled expressions as the patient who had been brought into the ward was a core descendant of the Wei Family, but his hands were utterly shattered, and there was no way to reattach them. They had only injected him with analgesics to delay his pain.

Wei Ya was not a seed level junior of the Wei Family, but he was still one of its core descendants.

At this time, an elderly man dressed in a black centipede shirt walked in front, followed by a middle-aged couple and a group of black-clad bodyguards, striding forward swiftly.

The elderly man was named Wei Zifa and was the second eldest in the current first generation of the Wei Family; Wei Ya was one of his grandsons.

The middle-aged couple, Wei Yongning and Tian Yun, were Wei Ya’s parents.

Upon hearing that Wei Ya’s hands were broken on Gulangyu Island, they rushed over from their villa in haste.

”Jeff, how is my son?” Wei Yongning asked with furrowed brows, looking at a blond, blue-eyed doctor.

”Respected Mr. Wei, the situation with young Mr. Wei is quite grim. Both hands are crushed, and it’s very difficult to reattach...” the blond and blue-eyed doctor stammered a reply, having learned some of the Dragon Country’s language during his years here.

”Who dares to harm my son and challenge the Wei Family? I’ll make sure to kill him,” Wei Yongning’s eyes nearly spat fire.

Wei Zifa sighed and said, ”Let’s first go see Ya’er.” Everyone knew what kind of person Wei Ya was. Three years ago, he bullied a high school student, and when the media blew up the incident online, the Wei Family went to great lengths to settle the issue. Then they sent Wei Ya to the United States, a sort of exile under house arrest. They hadn’t expected that just after his return, he would get into a fight again.

In the ward, Wei Ya, hands injected with Dilaudid, lay on the hospital bed. Seeing everyone come in, he quickly said, ”Dad, Mom... Grandpa, you must avenge me.”

Just as Wei Ya finished speaking, a trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, his eyes widened, and then he died! Everyone in the room, including the two doctors, was stunned.