Supreme Grandpa

The next day, Yang Family courtyard.

In the living room, Yang Haodong was sitting in front of Yang Song, discussing the incident that had happened yesterday.

"Father, should I call more people to protect you? I'm afraid that the Papa Devil Organization will send stronger assassins," after staying silent for a while, Yang Haodong proposed.

As someone who worked for the government, Yang Haodong had access to a lot of secret information.

The Papa Devil Organization was a killer organization that appeared sixty years ago. This organization's location was completely undetectable. Its members were all very well trained and ruthless to both the targets and themselves.

The most terrifying thing about this organization was that the founder of this illegal organization was rumored to be a lightning ability user.

Sixty years ago, when this organization was just formed, the most active assassin was the Devil Founder. Every target would have their body charred and the authority confirmed that it was caused by lightning. This was why everyone suspected that the Devil Founder was an ability user.

Of course, this piece of information was only known to a small upper circle of people.

Yang Song was not nervous about this, he took a light sip of tea and said calmly, "That would be the best. Also, help me notify all the members to be extra careful. If they can't come to me, they will definitely go to other members of our family."

"I also have this thought. It's just a pity that we don't have any evidence showing that Li Wanjing is planning to harm us," Yang Haodong clenched his fist and felt irritated. "It's unfortunate that our family doesn't have a dark force for us to use. Otherwise, we can confront the Li Family directly."

"Do you know about this Papa Devil Organization clearly?" Yang Song asked.

"Not clearly, I only know about some insider information which I just inquired from my friends," Yang Haodong sipped the tea a little to moisturize his throat before he continued, "the founder of this organization, the Devil Founder, is said to be a lightning ability user. But the current leader, the Devil Master is rumored to be a 6th Tier Master. Currently, there are several Master martial artists under them."

"Is the Devil Founder still alive?" Yang Song's brows furrowed.

Yang Haodong put the teacup down and said, "No one knows about this. But most people believe that he has already died. It's already been sixty years. When this organization was formed sixty years ago, the Devil Founder was not young at all."

Yang Song fell into silence with a heavy heart. This hitman organization was quite strong. They actually had Master martial artists under them, even the leader was a 6th Tier Master. What's more, the founder of this organization was an ability user at that.

If that Li Wanjing had enough money to hire those Master killers, then it would very tricky. Unless Yang Song called some Master martial artists that he had given help in the past to help him.

If Yang Song went all out, he was confident to fight with a 6th Tier Master. But the problem was that he didn't want to expose his true strength to everyone.

Yang Song sighed, closed his eyes, and the room was quiet for a while.

But not long after, he opened his eyes and asked irrelevant questions instead, "Right, how is your novel going now? And have you gone to inspect the new company yet?"

Yang Haodong just promptly answered, "A lot more readers have come. I haven't gone to take a look at the new company yet. Speaking of which, father, do you have more outline of Battle Through the Paradise?"

Yang Song then got up and walked to his bedroom. A minute later, he came back and gave Yang Haodong a USB flash drive. "All the outlines are in here. Haodong, I just thought of a plan. How about I leave here and go to hide in another place?"

Yang Haodong's eyes lit up, "This is feasible. But where will you go to?"

Yang Song's eyes rolled and he said without hesitation, "White Dragon Mountain."

"White Dragon Mountain? If you go to hide there, then what about your sleeping and meals? How…"

Before Yang Haodong could finish, Yang Song interrupted him, "You don't have to worry. This old man had suffered and done many works when he was young. What kind of place has this old man never slept in? Also, this old man is a martial artist now, not an ordinary person."

Yang Song also didn't forget to remind him, "You don't need to prepare any car at all. This old man has his own plan for going to the White Dragon Mountain. Inform those bodyguards not to follow me too."

  "Okay, father," Yang Haodong could only compromise his father.

After that, he left some instructions to several bodyguards around the courtyard before leaving.

After Yang Song closed the door, he went to the secret room.

Actually, Yang Song could choose to hide in the secret room when the assassins came. But if he hid here, how could he go out to help battle against the assassin?

Hence, Yang Song chose to leave the house and go to the White Dragon Mountain instead. In fact, this was half true half false. He would indeed go to White Dragon Mountain, but he would come back in disguise and battle against the assassins.

Yang Song called the hardworking Xiao Laoxu over and instructed him to go outside to play for a while.

The little guy was immediately overjoyed and left right away through the hole.

Then, Yang Song called out the Undead Steel Scavenger and didn't know what to do with him. After a while of ponderation, he decided to leave him in this secret room alone. He also left a lot of foods enough for him to eat for a week.

Hearing that Yang Song was about to leave for a while, the Undead Steel Scavenger was happy. It didn't have to pluck its scales for this old devil for a few days. The period of a few days was like a holiday for it.

After this, Yang Song left the Yang Family courtyard leisurely. Coming outside, Yang Song had a feeling that someone was staring at him intensely. If he didn't guess wrong, that should be the spy responsible for staring at the Yang Family's movement, or especially Yang Song's, sent by that organization.

Yang Song deliberately acted as if he didn't notice anything. He just walked leisurely in the direction of the most famous market – Yellow Carp Market.

The reason why he went there was because he wanted to get lost from that scout. Yes, Yellow Carp Market had densely packed people all the time.

Seeing that Yang Song had gone into this densely packed place, the scout instantly knew that this old man had found him out. But the scout dressed as an ordinary person just smiled slightly.

As a martial artist, his eyesight and his ability to squeeze in the crowd was better than anyone else. In other words, he could still be like a fish in water. How could a trick that simple work on him?

However, the scout still increased his speed, trying to execute a safety measure instead of doing his work casually.

Suddenly, the scout found that Yang Song had stopped at some point and turned his head to look at him, then, he actually revealed a smile as if to greet him.

"Not good!" When this alert appeared in the scout's mind, Yang Song had already increased his speed abnormally and went through the crowd so smoothly.

The scout then instantly used his trump card, that was to push away people to the side and ran directly.

A minute later, he spotted Yang Song's figure in front of a tall person.

The scout smiled and speeded up further. When he arrived ten meters behind the tall person, he said in his heart, "Caught you!"

However, when he really got right behind that tall person and pushed the tall person away, he was stunned.

Because the person in front of the tall person somehow turned out to be a 10-year-old boy with a lollipop instead.

The scout immediately jumped on a table that was put near him and tried to observe the crowd around him, trying to spot Yang Song. However, no figure similar to Yang Song appeared in his sight at all.

"Damn it!" The scout cursed in his heart before he took out his phone and sent out a message, "The target disappeared, but he should still be in the area. Send people to all the entrance and exit of the Yellow Carp Market right away!"

There were his colleagues nearby and he estimated that it would take a few minutes to arrive. From his position to the nearest exit of the Yellow Carp Market, he would need more than ten minutes. The Yellow Carp Market was just that big.

However, he didn't notice that the 10-year-old boy with a lollipop earlier revealed a grin while licking the lollipop. After watching the scout for a while, the boy walked away leisurely as if he had never owed anyone a dollar.