I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

In Huaxia's Jiangnan City, at Zhang Menglong's home.

"Miss Hong Yi, we lost infinite communication with the master a few minutes ago; it seems he has been taken to an area beyond our communication frequency's reach."

"Have you contacted Ye Yin?" asked Hong Yi.

"We have. Ye Yin's brain quantum waves relayed a message that the master is all right; he had already dealt with those people, but it seems he started playing around again."

"I know," nodded Hong Yi, "Mr. Zhang mentioned that if we can't reach him, we should start taking action. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, I understand. We prepared everything half a month ago. 12,000 operators are ready, and one quadrillion US dollars in liquid funds is also in place. In half a day, it could crash the currency market in any region."

"Alright, let's proceed as Mr. Zhang instructed. If we can't contact him via wireless communication within three hours, start the operation."

"Yes!"

...

After nearly three and a half hours of flying, Zhang Menglong had arrived above a kelp patch in the Atlantic Ocean. The plane began to slow down as daylight broke.

This was the Supernaturals Alliance's strategic plane, a single unit costing over 12 billion US dollars. It featured an alloy stronger than titanium alloy. Its immense power granted it almost a fifth of the speed of intercontinental missiles, reducing flight time from South Africa to America to under three hours!

However, due to its high cost and the scarcity of materials, the Supernaturals Alliance had only three such planes. The fact that they had deployed one to capture Zhang Menglong indicated how seriously they regarded him.

Despite this, the atmosphere inside the plane was rather solemn. Half of the 300 psychics on board had died, and more than half of the remaining individuals were severely injured, with only about twenty of the more powerful psychics suffering minor injuries.

These individuals, along with Zhou Boquan, were tasked with "escorting" Zhang Menglong. They were extremely reluctant, a thousandfold over. Had they known about this mission, they would have preferred to get injured on purpose earlier!

Zhang Menglong, although his wrists were bound with special handcuffs, continued to watch "Brothers Who Brave Through Thorns" on his tablet. The laughter sounding as if it came from a goose farm was broadcast intermittently, showing no signs of someone being kidnapped.

"Ah!" A psychic was tending to his wounds next to him; his entire arm was almost burnt to a crisp, and another psychic was helping him disinfect it.

Among the psychics, there was a special type—the healer. They could use their supernatural abilities to accelerate cell division and differentiation, leading to rapid healing of wounds. However, these healers were very crucial and usually well-protected, not participating in any risky operations.

Thus, many high-ranking, severely injured psychics were sent to these special healers for treatment.

Even for the psychics managing the wounds, the pain was intense enough to make them grimace.

At that moment, a shoehorn flew straight into his head.

"What are you screaming about? Slaughtering pigs? Can't you see I'm watching a variety show? Be quiet!" Zhang Menglong glared fiercely at the psychic.

The psychic's eyes welled up with tears, but he dared not speak out. He could only quietly remove his own shoes and bite down on them. "Continue treating the wound."

"Hiss! Mhm!" This time, he managed to keep silent.

"Smack!" Another shoehorn smacked onto his head. "Can you not do this in front of me? I haven't eaten yet, and the sight of blood turns my stomach!"

The psychic wiped his tears and, cradling his injured arm, walked to a corner of the plane...

An island finally appeared in Zhang Menglong's view. It was enveloped by a multitude of signal jammers, blocking any transmission of signals. Right there, it hosted a multi-national, multi-regional base of the American-centered Psychics' Alliance.

In this place, extensive human body research was conducted, imprisoning many psychics.

These psychics either went mad with murder and were thus confined here.

Some were too powerful to control, forcibly imprisoned by unspeakable methods.

Others were detained due to conflicting ideologies.

Rather than a research facility, it was more akin to a prison.

Several planes circled the sky, while patrols were constant across the island. At the plane's landing site, a group of psychics awaited anxiously, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You should know what should and shouldn't be said," Zhang Menglong threatened, "If anyone screws up my show, think carefully about the consequences!"

All the psychics shuddered and then nodded meekly, knowing that the arrival of Zhang Menglong would soon turn this Supernaturals Alliance base into a Shura Field.

Using the dean's ring, Zhang Menglong scanned the entire island.

Apart from the twenty or so psychics by his side, there were over 1200 psychics on the island, though most were weaker, with only a couple hundred above God-level psychics.

However, deep underground on the island, there were hints of a few who were about to surpass God-level psychics, with one even reaching 22 units of energy intensity.

But the life energy of that person was extremely weak, as if already on the verge of death.

He was escorted off the plane and, under the strict supervision of hundreds of psychics, entered a silver-white building underground.

"Bang!" Zhang Menglong was locked in a silver-white room, separated only by a glass pane with no one on the other side, just something that looked like a display screen.

"Zzzzz!" Accompanied by a burst of electrical noise, several silhouettes suddenly appeared on the display screen.

"Zhang Menglong, we finally meet," the leader said with an exceptionally radiant smile.

"Fuck, speak Huaxia, I don't understand that crap!" Zhang Menglong said, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, not even glancing at him.

"Zhang Menglong, you still dare to talk tough in this place?" the middle-aged man said, "Do you know that anyone confined here either stays imprisoned for life or dies?"

"Who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Brutus, from the American Supernaturals Alliance. It was my idea to bring you here."

"Oh, so you're the one who invited me over?" Zhang Menglong said, "I'm hungry, you can get me some food now!"

"Hahaha! Zhang Menglong, you're still playing it cool here?" Brutus laughed, "Do you think we would spare your life for no reason? Your family must hold many secrets, given its 5000-year lineage, and the fact that you could kill over a hundred God-level psychics by yourself shows just how many secrets you have!"

"And then what?"

"Hand over your secrets, and I can grant you a slightly less painful death. Otherwise, my laboratory has many inhumane devices that I'm sure you wouldn't want to experience," he threatened.

"Do you know the consequences of capturing me?" Zhang Menglong laughed.

Brutus's expression suddenly changed. Had Zhang Menglong instructed his subordinates to do something?

"Do you really think I, Zhang Menglong, am someone who doesn't retaliate when bullied?" Zhang Menglong laughed, "I simply haven't bothered to deal with you yet. Right now, 12,000 operators are in place, and $100 trillion in cash flow is ready. If my people don't contact me in three hours, your capital markets will be swiftly attacked by this money!"

Zhang Menglong checked his watch, "Hmm, it's been over six hours already. Too bad the markets aren't open yet, but are you prepared?"