Jiang Zirong quickly glanced at the information, then with a flick of his big hand, the documents were thrown onto the ground with a "bang"!

"That bitch! It’s really her doing!" He cursed loudly, hands on his hips as he paced back and forth in the room several times, "Go! Send out the notice! Tonight, finish off that woman for me!"

The subordinate was startled, "Boss, but she is... an An Family member..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Jiang Zirong’s sinister gaze forced him into silence.

"So what if she’s from the An Family? Here on Flower Island, far from the Emperor’s reach, I want her to know who the real law is!" Jiang Zirong smiled wickedly, radiating a violent aura. Seeing the subordinate still in a daze, he glared fiercely, and a kick sent the subordinate flying, "What are you standing there for?! Get out and do your job!"

The subordinate was kicked into a corner, in pain and unable to get up for a while. Just then, a series of footsteps approached, followed by an elderly yet robust voice.

"Getting worked up at such age, no wonder you stumbled over a little girl!"

With those words, a white-haired old man, leaning on a dragon head cane, steadily walked in. He looked about seventy years old, with a completely gray head of hair, yet he was still burly. His slanted, hawk-like eyes emitted a chilling light, his whole being exuding an oppressive presence.

He strode in, his steps unaffected by his age. His cold, hawk-like eyes scanned the hall, causing the Galaxy Sect underlings to pale in fear and lower their heads.

Only Uncle Jiang, upon seeing the old man, was momentarily taken aback, then came over to greet him respectfully, "Old Family Head."

This was Jiang Zirong’s father, Jiang Huai. It was he who, bare-handed, carved out a kingdom on Flower Island, leading to the existence of the Jiang Family and the Galaxy Sect.

Jiang Huai glanced at Uncle Jiang but said nothing. He walked straight to Jiang Zirong, looked at him for a moment, and then swung the dragon head cane, striking his back with it.

The hall was incredibly quiet; the members of the Galaxy Sect dared not even breathe loudly, fearing that they might provoke Jiang Huai and get hit by the cane themselves.

"You’ve disgraced my Jiang Huai! You can’t even handle a little girl, such a disgrace!" Jiang Huai sat down on the sofa, his sharp, slanted hawk-like eyes glaring at Jiang Zirong.

For the first time, the usually arrogant Jiang Zirong didn’t retort; he always held reverence for this father of his.

"I’m sorry, Dad." The pain in his back caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead, but he didn’t dare to even frown. He knew that if he showed the slightest sign of pain, the lethal dragon head cane would again land on him.

This was the Flower Island powerhouse Jiang Huai from decades ago, who was never stingy with his fists when it came to his only son Jiang Zirong. Of course, he was also extremely indulgent of Jiang Zirong in some ways, which had resulted in Jiang Zirong’s wild and arrogant nature.

"Sit down and tell me what happened." Jiang Huai glanced at Jiang Zirong and pointed at the sofa with the dragon head cane.

Jiang Zirong obediently sat down, dismissing all the Galaxy Sect underlings in the hall, leaving only Uncle Jiang.

An hour later, a loud shout erupted in the hall.

"Outrageous! That An Yiqing! Clearly looking down on my Jiang Family!" Jiang Huai slammed his palm on the table, followed by a cracking sound as the sturdy marble table shattered.

Jiang Zirong took a sharp breath. His father’s internal martial arts were getting stronger.

"Dad, this woman has managed to dig up all my previous call records with Wang Bin; she must have some means. I think ordinary methods won’t solve this." He squinted, realizing that while An Yiqing couldn’t be killed, letting her suffer a bit on Flower Island would at least quell his anger.

Jiang Huai gave Jiang Zirong a deep look, "You’re still young. The Galaxy Sect is currently being tightly watched by Feng Jianxiang. Your methods will only plunge the Jiang Family into another crisis."

"Then what do you suggest?" Jiang Zirong was somewhat agitated. For so many years, whoever heard the Jiang Family’s name would give him face. This time, to be thwarted by a little girl, and a girl who couldn’t be touched unless absolutely necessary.

"She’s just a little girl, a young miss, trying to show off. Go, invite her over for a meal at home, and teach her a lesson. Let her understand that this is Flower Island, not Xuandu City!"

Jiang Zirong’s eyes lit up, "Yes!"

The next day, An Yiqing received an invitation from the Jiang Family for a casual dinner at the Jiang Family Mansion at six the next evening.

Looking at the crimson invitation card, An Yiqing chuckled softly and casually tossed it onto the coffee table.

"How’s the progress of the Yangsheng Palace construction?" An Yiqing leaned back into the sofa, asking softly.

"Everything’s fine, going smoothly. The Jiang Family is too busy covering their tracks to give us trouble. Miss An, your tactics are truly impressive." Jacob unabashedly gave a thumbs up, looking at An Yiqing as if she were a rare creature.

An Yiqing smiled faintly, "What about Qianming Real Estate Company?"

"Everything’s normal. The plots of land you acquired are already under construction. However, outwardly, we haven’t disclosed that these plots belong to Qianming Real Estate Company. Moreover, the few companies you asked me to watch haven’t made any moves. Do you think they might not have guessed your identity, Miss An?"

"No, with all the information about me flooding the internet some days ago, they couldn’t possibly not know. If they’re not moving, it might mean they have a bigger plan." An Yiqing touched her chin, her eyes narrowing slightly, "Keep monitoring them, and report any signs of disturbance immediately."

Jacob and the other two managers left the hotel. Zhang Yufeng came in with Xiao Hei, holding the door open.

Her gaze landed on the red invitation on the table, her red lips slightly pursed.

"Miss, the Jiang Family’s banquet?"

"Mm." An Yiqing leisurely half-closed her eyes, lying casually on the sofa like a languid cat.

"Are you planning to go?" Zhang Yufeng frowned slightly.

"Go, they’ve kindly invited me; how could I not go?" An Yiqing chuckled softly.

Zhang Yufeng’s eyes held a hint of disapproval, "Miss, you should know, this is a Hongmen Banquet."