Volume One: First Signs of Greatness Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Will to Kill

"The Black Dragon Gang, is it?"
"Since you've chosen the path of destruction, you have only yourselves to blame..."
Though Wang Jue's face remained expressionless, inwardly his fury toward the Black Dragon Gang had reached its zenith.
Suppressing his anger, Wang Jue didn't wish to simply wait idly; instead, he began to consolidate his cultivation.

About an hour later, the phone resting on the table rang.
Wang Jue instantly opened his tightly shut eyes. Seeing that it was his mother's call, he swiftly answered, "Hello, Mom."
He had been waiting for news.
Truth be told, he'd been anticipating this call for quite some time.
Of course, not just from his mother, but also from Lan Yiyi.
"Mm, mm, alright, I understand. Don't worry, Mom, it's fine, spend what you need from the card, even if you use it all up."
"Oh, I'm not a child anymore, Dad and Mom, please stop treating me like a little kid, alright?"
"Alright, I know, that's all for now."
Although his mother on the phone sounded nearly back to normal, with a hint of light-hearted laughter, Wang Jue was already simmering with rage on his end.
Yet, he forced himself to endure and restrain it.
Thanks to the confidence his own strength afforded him, he was not in a hurry; he planned to wait for Lan Yiyi's message before deciding whether to act.
"As expected. In this world, whoever has the biggest fist has the loudest voice!"
After hanging up, Wang Jue stared at the hand gripping his phone.
A sudden sense of reflection arose within him—if he hadn't cultivated, if he had no power, maybe he could do nothing at all.
Either swallow the humiliation, endure it in silence.
Or grab a weapon and seek vengeance at any cost.
No matter the method, his side would suffer.
The other party would walk away unscathed.
From his mother's words, Wang Jue learned that things were just as he had suspected.
That so-called Black Dragon Gang was indeed the backing of the loan shark company his aunt's family owed money to!
He had originally given the sixty thousand he provided earlier, plus the tens of thousands left after renovating the living room with over three hundred thousand, all to his father.
He thought, spend what needs to be spent—if the matter could be resolved quickly, so much the better.
Unexpectedly, when the other party received the money, they suddenly reneged, claiming the twenty thousand was merely interest, and demanded a further payment of tens of thousands.
Yang Hao owed only five thousand, yet after just over a month, the interest ballooned to more than forty thousand.
When Wang Jue first heard this from his mother, he almost laughed.
This world truly belongs to the capable—whatever they say goes!
Because of this, his aunt's family was understandably upset, resulting in a scuffle at the hospital.
His aunt's husband had already had one leg broken by them, and now the other had been shattered as well.
Even Wang Jue's father, Wang Jianbin, who tried to intervene, was beaten.
"Why do these people take such pleasure in breaking others' legs?"
A cold glint flashed in Wang Jue's eyes, his smile tinged with bloodlust as he muttered, "Two broken legs for my uncle, one for my father, several slaps for my mother and aunt—ha..."
At least nothing worse happened, which counted as a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
While Wang Jue felt relief, he also suffered.
Especially after hearing that his uncle's legs had both been broken, his father's leg shattered, and his mother and aunt slapped, the fury within nearly consumed his reason.
He longed to storm over and wipe out those bastards immediately!
Just wait—once Lan Yiyi gave him the information, then he would act.
Ultimately, Wang Jue forced himself to control his emotions, closing his aching eyes.
Yet a thousand fires burned within, demanding release!
He resented not only the Black Dragon Gang, but himself as well.

If only he'd broken through sooner, he could have gone to the hospital with his father that morning.
In that case, who knows who would have come out on top in the fight.
At first, Wang Jue had thought this was a minor issue—just repay the money, and it would be over.
He never realized this was not something reason could solve—the other side were pure thugs, complete scoundrels.
What was most intolerable was that after beating his parents, aunt, and uncle, they compensated with a measly ten thousand.
And that ten thousand was taken straight from the money his father had just paid.
Brazenly, they even declared that the ten thousand would be added to the interest.
"This is utterly revolting..."
The more Wang Jue thought about it, the angrier he became. Unable to resist, he opened his eyes—a cold gleam flashed, murderous intent radiating from him.
For those who do nothing but harass others day after day—
Ordinary people would be crushed by them.
Being entangled with such scum was worse than being haunted by ghosts.
As the saying goes, better to deal with a king than with devils!
At that moment, Wang Jue's heart was filled with murderous thoughts.
Although he hadn't seen the situation at the hospital, it was obvious that his mother and aunt had suffered greatly.
He dared not go to the hospital, fearing he might lose control.
Especially as his strength grew, his mentality was shifting from that of an ordinary person toward a martial artist.
With a blade in hand, bloodthirst rises.
Once he possessed extraordinary power—
Especially now—
Wang Jue's only thought regarding the Black Dragon Gang was simple.
Kill them all!
Leave none alive.
Exterminate every last one!
Even the notion of annihilating their entire families—a thought he'd never dared entertain before—now took root.
And he wasn't just thinking—he was ready to act.
As for not rushing to the hospital, partly because what happened was done; his presence would make no difference.
Partly, he didn't need to see it.
He knew things at the hospital would be grim; his mother and aunt must be heartbroken.
His uncle, with his barely mended leg, now had both legs broken.
His father, once hale and hearty, now lay bedridden with a shattered leg, surely in low spirits.
Knowing his father well—
If his guess was right, his father was worried about how to explain it to him, even fearing Wang Jue might turn up and witness the scene.
Wang Jue didn't know if his guess was accurate—he simply dared not go to the hospital.
Not for fear—
But because his heart was too heavy.
He feared that seeing it all would drive him to storm the Black Dragon Gang, slaughtering them to the last.

Wang Jue spent the entire day at home, waiting until nightfall, yet Lan Yiyi's call did not come.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, eyes closed, silently cultivating.
His body radiated murderous intent, like a sword unsheathed.
Venturing his anger brought him no relief—it was not catharsis he sought.

Or rather, not this kind of catharsis!
He wanted the Black Dragon Gang to pay—pay dearly, not just a regular price!
Tenfold?
A hundredfold?
No.
At least a thousandfold recompense!
Just as they liked to multiply debt at will—several times, tenfold, dozens, even a hundred times—
Shouldn't he, too, multiply his family's vengeance as they did?
This thought, once it appeared in Wang Jue's mind, refused to leave.
Though his heart was ablaze, his mind remained cold and clear.
He knew if he followed his impulses, unless he was prepared to flee, the consequences would be dire.
Especially since he realized that, should he act, he might ultimately face pursuit by Lan Yiyi herself.
He had no desire to become Lan Yiyi's enemy—not in the slightest!
So he kept himself at home, waiting for Lan Yiyi's message.
His reason for staying was carefully considered.
Some people were destined to pay the price.
He remained at home mainly because he didn't know where to find Lan Yiyi; rather than wandering aimlessly, it was better to wait.
He believed that once Lan Yiyi obtained the information he needed, she'd come straight to his home.
He also needed to see her.
He didn't want to be branded a reckless murderer, nor did he want to end up on the wanted list.
He'd waited so long, after all, to get accurate information from her.
If the Black Dragon Gang were a den of criminals, then he'd have reason to kill them all—and not bear any guilt!
But if they didn't meet the criminal threshold as a whole, he'd have to take risks.
If he acted cleanly, the security or hunting teams might treat it as an ordinary gang vendetta.

"Click..."
At that moment, the front door suddenly opened.
Wang Jue, eyes still shut, sensed Lan Yiyi's familiar aura and chose not to open his eyes.
Meanwhile—
"Wang Jue, I knew you'd be home. I've investigated the matter."
Lan Yiyi appeared at his doorway, frowning as she looked at him seated in the living room, eyes shut in meditation. "But shouldn't you tell me what's going on with you? It's been less than a day—how did you end up like this?"
She could easily sense that Wang Jue's aura was entirely different.
Though outwardly calm, the murderous intent and killing will suppressed beneath the surface were palpable.
What startled her was the faint sense of danger emanating from Wang Jue—his whole being like a sword about to be unsheathed.
She even wondered, if she got too close, would he lash out and try to cut her down?
"Whoo..."
Seeing Lan Yiyi arrive, Wang Jue took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. "Captain Lan, you've come?"
At that moment—
Wang Jue was unaware that his eyes now glowed a blood-red, the murderous intent surging within him relentlessly assaulting his nerves and reason.
He was beginning to lose control of his emotions.