[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha":3,"chapter-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-52":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Global High Martial Arts, Starting Off with a Sharingan",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2318780,4534,"Chapter 52: My Brother… Was Kidnapped","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-52",52,"\u003Cp>The conference room was silent, the directors staring at the suddenly unfamiliar boy, their hearts pounding with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei threw a document onto the table: “I’ve found the backup plan my father left behind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From today, all group projects are suspended for review—especially the auction hall operations. Seal them immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present: “Anyone who dares to touch the group’s vault will regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the Night Watcher branch, Wang Teng was flipping through Yang Wei’s dossier over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected Yang Wei was Yang Zhibiao’s son—I thought he was just a shareholder of the Yang family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia stared at Yang Wei’s photo on the screen, his brow furrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In high school he was arrogant and reckless, with average grades—just an ordinary student, nothing special.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Man walked in and placed a report before them: “The Yang Group held a board meeting yesterday. Yang Wei seized control with an iron fist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s sealed all auction hall operations. This kid isn’t simple. Itachi two were his high school classmates—find out what he’s hiding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The afternoon sun shone brightly over the Linjiang Sports Field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia and Wang Teng sat on the bleachers beside the track, watching Yang Wei play basketball not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a white jersey, running and leaping across the court, just as he had in high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he turned to shoot, his peripheral vision swept over the stands—Jiang Xia caught a flicker of wariness in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go say hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng stood up, clapped Jiang Xia on the shoulder, and they walked to the edge of the court. Yang Wei stopped playing, grabbed a towel, and wiped his sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Xia, Wang Teng? Long time no see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng grinned: “Didn’t expect Itachi were the Young Master of the Yang Group. Itachi kept that hidden well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei smiled: “It’s just family business—nothing worth mentioning. I heard Itachi two work at the Night Watcher branch now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia nodded: “Yeah. Itachi must know about yesterday’s auction hall incident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei’s eyes darkened: “I’m sorry about my father. But I’ve sealed all auction hall operations—this won’t happen again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted for a few minutes, then Yang Wei excused himself and left. Watching his back, Wang Teng scratched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He doesn’t seem off—just quieter than before. Less arrogant and annoying than he used to be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia shook his head: “No. Given his old personality—always craving attention—he’d never have hidden his identity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Either his family forbade it… or he was faking it all along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng was startled: “Then his cunning and depth are terrifying—he’s hidden it for years without slipping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Yang Wei returned home, entered his study, and opened a hidden compartment containing a black box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened it—inside lay a dagger radiating sinister energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, his phone rang. The screen showed an unknown number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered. A hoarse voice came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Yang, Chairman Yang has a message for Itachi: Don’t trust the Night Watchers. He’ll deal with Jiang Xia and Wang Teng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Wei clenched the dagger in his hand, his eyes turning icy: “Understood. Tell my father I’ll protect the Yang Group.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, he walked to the window, gazing at the night view, murmuring: “Jiang Xia, Wang Teng… our game has only just begun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, Wang Teng and Jiang Xia sat in the Night Watcher watchroom when Wang Teng’s phone erupted in violent vibrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He answered. A distorted, mechanical voice, dripping with unmasked malice, spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Teng, if Itachi want your brother to live, come alone. Go to the abandoned factory on Hongguang Alley. Don’t notify anyone—especially not the Night Watchers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wang Teng could react, the call ended. Instantly, his mother called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he answered, his mother’s tear-choked voice pierced his ears like ice needles: “Akatsuki Teng… your brother… your brother’s been kidnapped!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng’s face drained of all color. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia noticed his distress and gripped his shoulder: “What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother… he’s been kidnapped.” Wang Teng’s voice trembled as he repeated the call’s contents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Xia’s eyes sharpened instantly: “They’re targeting us—either the Cult of the Evil God or the Yang family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Jiang Xia left a message for Su Changfeng and rushed with Wang Teng toward the abandoned factory on Hongguang Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The factory reeked of rust and dust; only a few dim emergency lights flickered weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Teng, Itachi came.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice echoed as Yang Zhibiao stepped from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him stood several figures in red cloaks, bloodstained tokens hanging at their waists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng’s younger brother sat bound to a chair, a cloth stuffed in his mouth, unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Zhibiao sneered: “Itachi thought Itachi could uncover anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the moment Itachi stepped into the Night Watcher branch and set your sights on the auction hall, Itachi were already dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng stared at his motionless brother, his eyes instantly blazing red. He lunged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jiang Xia grabbed him: “Don’t rush—they’re Wu Zong of the Cult of the Evil God. Too dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Xia, Wang Teng, Itachi think your status as scholars of the Literary Academy and Night Watchers lets Itachi interfere in my affairs? Naive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised his hand. The figures in red cloaks stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce Itachi—Red Robe Seat holders of the Cult of the Evil God. Each one can crush Itachi like insects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng’s eyes burned red as he charged toward his bound brother—only to be blocked by a Red Robe Wu Zong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s fingers curled into a claw, slicing through the air toward Wang Teng’s face. Wang Teng didn’t retreat—he surged forward, rapidly forming hand seals, muttering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Binding Seal·Bind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rune surged from his palm, hurtling toward the Red Robe Wu Zong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wu Zong merely sneered, flicking his wrist—a water blade shattered the black rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the rune disintegrated, two water arrows shot toward Wang Teng. He barely reacted in time, blocking—but the impact sent him stumbling backward several steps, caught and steadied by Jiang Xia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These Wu Zong’s power far exceeds our estimates,” Jiang Xia whispered, his gaze growing sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang Xia’s eyes changed. His left pupil revealed a crimson tomoe, spinning rapidly into the shape of Kamui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right eye glowed a deep purple, etched with Rinnegan patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Teng, cover yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Jiang Xia finished speaking, a kunai shot out, embedding itself at various points across the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body vanished from where he stood—next second, he appeared behind a Red Robe Wu Zong, Kusanagi in hand, Chidori crackling, driving straight for the man’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wu Zong reacted instantly, spinning and blocking with his blade—*clang!* A notch appeared on the blade. The Wu Zong’s face twisted in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>",1141,"2026-06-20T15:06:04.061Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","41ea68b3c9919c065ac563d32144d0ca0c006dab6f7b866f150495fb7ac53d21","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-53","global-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-chapter-51",162,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fglobal-high-martial-arts-starting-off-with-a-sha-cover.jpg"]