Jiang Chen had now fully transformed into an avatar of slaughter. His face bore only four words — "Block me and die."
As a result, they pressed forward unopposed. None of the Meteorfall Society's members dared to resist — they all shrank into corners, squatting with their heads in their hands, not daring to make any movement that might invite catastrophe.
Jiang Chen was not, in truth, a cruel or bloodthirsty man. Seeing these people squatting meekly, he swallowed his fury and refrained from a massacre.
They searched inside and out several times but found nothing.
Jiang Chen's rage surged. He summoned several of the Meteorfall Society's higher-ups. Their story was identical to Elder Ke's: the person they had detained at the time had been handed over to the Lunar God Sect immediately. This was not the Meteorfall Society trying to curry favor — it was the Lunar God Sect's standing rule.
Every person they asked gave essentially the same account.
A ball of fury burned in Jiang Chen's chest. "Brother Long, take them all into custody! We wait until their Sect Master returns."
Though Jiang Chen had no intention of annihilating them all for the time being, that did not mean he intended to let things slide. He had not found his father, Jiang Feng, at the Meteorfall Society's headquarters.
However, ransacking the headquarters had turned up countless files documenting the Society's monstrous atrocities — crimes beyond counting.
Every single person here, it could be said, had blood on their hands, having killed who knew how many innocents.
The Meteorfall Society, for the sake of profit, had employed virtually every abhorrent means imaginable.
Though Jiang Chen held back his wrath and refrained from bathing the place in blood, he stripped the entire headquarters bare and demolished everything that could be destroyed.
The assets stored at this headquarters accounted for more than half the Meteorfall Society's total wealth. After Jiang Chen's thorough sweep, even if the Society's several Sect Masters rebuilt it, they would be gravely weakened.
Of course, this was merely collecting some preliminary interest.
It was far from enough to quell the fury in Jiang Chen's heart.
With such a major incident at the Meteorfall Society, the several Sect Masters who were away quickly received word and rushed back from various locations.
But none of these Sect Masters were fools. Though they came from different places, they did not recklessly return alone. Instead, they gathered together outside before heading back as a group.
They knew full well that whoever was causing trouble at the Meteorfall Society possessed terrifying strength. If they showed up one by one, they would be delivering themselves on a silver platter — certain death.
With four Sect Masters united, their courage was bolstered considerably.
After all, the Four Sect Masters were the backbone of the Meteorfall Society, and their strength gave them an absolutely overwhelming advantage.
"Boss, who exactly are these people? Has our Society offended someone this dangerous?"
The Meteorfall Society's four Sect Masters were sworn brothers, known as the Four Righteous Ones of the Meteorfall.
The eldest was surnamed Cong, named Cong Taiyan — the oldest, with the fiercest temper, and naturally the strongest of the four, at the ninth level of the Emperor Realm.
The other three were roughly equal in strength, all at the eighth level of the Emperor Realm.
One at the ninth level, three at the eighth. This brotherhood formed the core of the Meteorfall Society, controlling the entire organization.
A glint of killing intent flashed in Cong Taiyan's eyes. "I don't care who they are — if they dare cause trouble at our Meteorfall Society, not even the King of Heaven himself gets a pass."
"Big Brother, we should still proceed with caution. Whoever dares come here clearly has something backing them. They know the name of our Meteorfall Society and still dare to stir up trouble — we absolutely must not underestimate them." This was Bei Gong Ming, the second of the Four Righteous Ones and their strategist.
"Something backing them?" Cong Taiyan sneered repeatedly. "And what about us? Did we not build our Meteorfall Society into the force that commands the wind and rain in Frost Moon City?"
"Rest assured — I've already contacted the First Branch. And at the same time, I've notified the Cold Moon Punishment Hall of the Lunar God Sect. Hmph. Anyone who comes to Frost Moon City to cause trouble, no matter who they are, will meet the same end. This is our territory. If you're a dragon, you coil; if you're a tiger, you lie down!"
Cong Taiyan's tone brimmed with domineering arrogance, the very picture of a man who believed no one could stand against him.
Bei Gong Ming, though resourceful, lagged far behind Cong Taiyan in both strength and force of will. He was content to acknowledge Cong Taiyan as the leader.
He also understood Cong Taiyan's temperament well — once the man made up his mind, ten horses couldn't drag him back.
The Meteorfall Society's rapid expansion over the years and its decisive, ruthless operations owed much to Cong Taiyan's iron-fisted style.
Bei Gong Ming knew persuasion was futile and said nothing more.
The four brothers hurried back toward the Meteorfall Society's headquarters. Before long, they arrived at the main street outside.
They looked up — and saw that the area around the headquarters' entrance was already packed with onlookers, a veritable sea of people with at least several layers of spectators.
"Tsk, tsk — who did the Meteorfall Society offend this time?"
"Good! That's called getting what you deserve!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down. You want to die? This is right at the Meteorfall Society's doorstep!"