Sun Gang’s study was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting shadows on his troubled face. The room was filled with an air of tension as he contemplated the recent events. His mind, usually sharp and calculating, was now clouded by a mix of frustration and confusion.

The unanswered calls to Deng Chenglong only fueled Sun Gang’s unease. He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping impatiently on the polished mahogany desk. Deng Chenglong’s inexplicable failure gnawed at him. Sun Gang was a man who valued success and efficiency, and this unexpected turn of events disrupted the order he meticulously maintained.

His thoughts shifted to Sun Fang, the mischievous and seemingly untouchable younger brother. The exchange with Sun Fang at the family gathering replayed in Sun Gang’s mind. The mention of Aunt Sun Lixia added a layer of complexity to the situation. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story than met the eye.

As he pondered, Sun Gang’s eyes flicked to a family portrait on the wall – a reminder of the hierarchy and expectations within the Sun family. The arrival of new family members altered the dynamics, introducing an element of competition that Sun Gang wasn’t accustomed to.

The sound of a distant clock ticking seemed to echo the passing moments, each second intensifying Sun Gang’s need for answers. He reached for his phone once again, determined to get in touch with Deng Chenglong. The urgency in his actions betrayed the facade of composure he usually wore.

Suddenly, the door to Sun Gang’s study swung open with a deliberate force, and in walked Master Kong, the seasoned and enigmatic mentor who had been residing in Sun Gang’s villa. He moved with an air of authority, as though he owned not just the room but the very essence of power that surrounded him.

Sun Gang, who had been engrossed in attempting to contact Deng Chenglong, looked up with a mix of surprise and irritation. "Is there something I can help you with?" Sun Gang asked, his voice laced with a subtle hint of annoyance.

Master Kong, unfazed by the less-than-warm welcome, responded in his typically composed manner, "What is wrong?"

Sun Gang sighed, the weight of recent events pressing on his shoulders. "The mission failed," he admitted with a touch of bitterness. "I failed."

Master Kong, rather than expressing immediate displeasure, calmly analyzed the situation. "It seems like your men are incompetent," he remarked, the words hanging in the air. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Sun Gang, feeling a surge of embarrassment, dropped his head, acknowledging the truth in Master Kong’s words. The failed mission was not just a personal setback; it was a stain on the Sun family’s reputation.

But Sun Gang had more to reveal. "There is another problem," he confessed. "I have an aunt who went missing 40 years ago. She is back, and she has a son."

Master Kong, ever the strategist, considered the new information. "Hmm, more competition. What do we do with competition?" he pondered aloud.

Sun Gang, not one to mince words, responded with a conviction born out of desperation, "We eliminate competition."

A nod from Master Kong signaled agreement. "Good. I am giving you one last chance," he declared, his words carrying both authority and an underlying threat.

Master Kong, with his head lowered, concealing the secrets that lay within his eyes, reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, ancient-looking wooden box. Sun Gang, perplexed, inquired, "What is this?"

However, Master Kong remained silent. He stood up with a deliberate avoidance of eye contact, walked around the table, and bent down slowly, reaching Sun Gang’s ear. In a hushed tone, he whispered a few cryptic words that seemed to carry an otherworldly weight. Sun Gang, under the influence of Master Kong’s mysterious incantation, fell into an instant trance.

A malevolent smirk played on Master Kong’s lips as he returned to his seat. When he raised his eyes to meet Sun Gang’s, it was the first time he had directly faced him. Sun Gang, entranced yet aware, beheld something unprecedented—Master Kong’s eyes. They were lifeless, devoid of the vitality that defined the living. Within those seemingly dead eyes glowed an eerie green light, as if they could pierce through the very fabric of one’s soul, laying bare thoughts and desires.

In that moment, Sun Gang felt an unnerving connection to Master Kong, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the known world. It was as if Master Kong held the key to the depths of his being, unlocking hidden chambers of knowledge and power. The enigmatic mentor’s gaze seemed to dissect Sun Gang’s essence, extracting every nuance of his character, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

The room, once a sanctuary of power and authority, now bore witness to a silent battle of wills. Sun Gang, suspended in the trance induced by Master Kong, grappled with the revelation of a side to his mentor that had remained shrouded in mystery. Little did he know that this encounter would set in motion a chain of events that would reshape the very foundations of the Sun family’s destiny.

Master Kong retrieved the box he had placed on the table and handed it to Sun Gang with a directive, "Open it." Intrigued, Sun Gang followed the instruction but found himself unable to unlock the mysterious box. Master Kong calmly suggested, "Pour your blood on it."

Surveying the room, Sun Gang noticed a pin on his table. He pricked his finger, allowing droplets of blood to fall onto the box. Suddenly, as if responding to the blood, the box opened wide. Master Kong, maintaining his composed demeanor, instructed, "Take it... that is the fifth page of the 7 Fists manual."

Operating almost mechanically, Sun Gang reached for the revealed contents. Master Kong observed with an air of anticipation, as if awaiting a significant reaction. However, to his subtle disappointment, nothing remarkable occurred. Master Kong, with concealed thoughts racing through his mind, reminded Sun Gang, "Remember to eliminate competition."

In a monotone response, Sun Gang echoed, "Yes, eliminate competition." The words left his lips devoid of emotion, as if they were a programmed response rather than a genuine acknowledgment. As the ominous alliance between Sun Gang and Master Kong solidified, an undercurrent of dark intentions permeated the air, setting the stage for a perilous journey guided by the enigmatic pages of the 7 Fists manual.

Master Kong exited the study, leaving Sun Gang alone in the room. As the effects of the trance wore off, Sun Gang found himself chuckling at the newfound power he held in the form of the fifth page of the 7 Fists manual. It seemed like he had gained an advantage over Sun Fang, but his insatiable greed prevented him from accepting a fair competition.

Picking up his phone, Sun Gang dialed a number, and a voice on the other end asked curiously, "Why is the Sun family heir calling me?" Sun Gang got straight to the point, "I need you to help with something." The person on the line quickly grasped the situation and responded, "Send me a name; I’ll contact the organization on your behalf. But you know it will cost you." Sun Gang, displaying confidence, replied, "Money is not a problem; just get the job done." The person assured him, "You know we never fail a mission."

As the call concluded, Sun Gang’s mind swirled with a concoction of ambition, power, and a ruthless determination to secure his position within the Sun family. The pieces on the chessboard were moving, and the game for supremacy had entered a new phase.

Sun Gang, still reveling in his newfound power, found himself muttering sinister words, "You won’t have a savior forever, dear brother." His laughter echoed through the study, a madman’s cackle that hinted at the depths of his ambitions. The ancient piece of paper in his hand became a symbol of his perceived victory, unaware of the intricate web of plans and machinations that surrounded him.

Little did Sun Gang know that Master Kong, despite orchestrating this scheme, was already disappointed. He had anticipated a reaction when Sun Gang touched the page—a connection that would signify the manual’s acknowledgment of its new possessor. However, the anticipated response never came. Yet, Master Kong was not one to abandon plans easily. He had found his puppet in Sun Gang, a means to an end for his own mysterious goals, and he was determined not to let the intricate planning go to waste.

The power play within the Sun family had intensified, with each member seeking an edge over the others. As the pieces moved on the chessboard of ambition, alliances formed and shattered, secrets unfolded, and destinies hung in the balance. The true extent of Master Kong’s influence remained shrouded in mystery, a looming presence guiding the fates of the Sun family heirs with an unseen hand.