The bodyguard gunmen were all stunned by Jiang Tian’s fierce actions. This man was simply too ruthless, too ferocious.
For a moment, none of them reacted. It was only when they heard Guo Changsheng’s furious roar that they drew their pistols.
But Jiang Tian gave them no chance to fight back. He raised his hand and sent out several wind blades.
Crack! Splurt!
Several sharp sounds rang out. Amid spurting blood, the eight gunmen fell to the ground, dead.
“Oh my god, he’s killing people!”
In an instant, many socialites and wealthy ladies screamed in terror, their faces pale with fright, and they scrambled toward the door.
“This man is so bold—he actually dares to kill people in the Guo family home!”
“How did he even strike? I didn’t see him draw a gun or a weapon!”
Even the braver male officials and rich businessmen retreated one after another, staring in utter shock at that imposing figure.
“Is he even human?” Guo Changsheng was scared out of his wits, lying on the ground trembling.
The gunmen he had arranged were all battle-hardened experts, yet they hadn’t even had time to raise their guns before Jiang Tian killed them. Only now did he realize he had severely underestimated Jiang Tian’s strength.
After all, this was a fearsome figure who had killed Kun Tianba, Song Lian, the ancient Muay Thai master Meng Kong, and other experts of the Singapore Chinese Association.
Jiang Tian strolled over and looked at Guo Lili coldly. “Guo Lili, are you going to pay up, or pay with your life? If you don’t repay that debt, I’ll wipe out the entire Guo family today!”
“Jiang—Jiang Tian…”
Guo Lili backed away in fright, tightly clutching Wang Zhibo’s hand, as if that could give her some comfort.
“Master Jiang, I am Wang Zhibo. I’ve heard your martial arts are astonishing and your techniques profound. How about you and I have a bout?”
Although Wang Zhibo knew of Jiang Tian’s reputation, he had never personally witnessed Jiang Tian fight.
Deep down, he didn’t believe Jiang Tian could have killed so many experts atop Mount Everest all by himself.
In his view, it was very likely that many experts and powerful figures from the Chinese martial arts world—or even the military—had been involved. But because the military generally avoids direct intervention in martial arts disputes, they had put Jiang Tian forward to intimidate Southeast Asia and the Singapore Chinese Association.
Jiang Tian’s true cultivation level was probably only at the minor accomplishment stage of the Transformation Realm—on par with his own.
Because cultivating the Dao was simply too difficult. In the entire martial arts world, not a single person in the past hundred years had reached the Transformation Realm before the age of thirty.
Moreover, he genuinely didn’t sense any powerful martial artist’s aura from Jiang Tian.
“Wang Zhibo? Never heard of you…”
Jiang Tian ignored him completely and stared fixedly at Guo Lili, saying flatly, “Are you going to repay it or not?”
Before Guo Lili could speak, Guo Shihai walked out of the hall and faced Jiang Tian directly. He looked at Guo Lili with a smile and asked, “Lili, is what Master Jiang says true?”
Guo Lili nodded with difficulty and said, “Yes!”
“Lili, how could you not mention such an important matter earlier?” The current family head, Guo Junfeng, was furious, stamping his feet in rage.
Guo Lili’s beautiful eyes brimmed with tears, and she hesitated to speak.
She had wanted to take credit, so she only said she had obtained the medicine herself without spending much money. After all, Jiang Tian was only domineering in Jinling—how could he have any influence in Nanyang? He would just have to swallow his losses.
How could she have known that Jiang Tian would really be so bold as to actually come knocking on their door?
Guo Shihai frowned slightly at her words, but immediately smiled again and said, “Master Jiang, this girl wanted to make a name for herself in the family and rise in status, so she never mentioned this to me. That said, the Guo family keeps its word. Give me a bank card number, and I’ll have my secretary transfer the money right away!”
Jiang Tian frowned.
He had actually wanted to pressure the Guo family and then make his way to Wang Chongyan’s martial arts school.
He hadn’t expected them to cave so easily.
Well, one step at a time.
Jiang Tian handed over his bank card.
“Master Jiang, you are a young hero—I truly admire you. Since we’ve met by chance, why not join me for a cup of birthday wine?”
Guo Shihai handed the bank card to the butler, still holding a glass of wine in his hand without spilling a drop, smiling as calmly as could be.
The old man certainly knew how to keep his composure.
Back in the day, he had come to Nanyang with nothing but a straw mat. He had lived through the British colonial period, the Japanese occupation, the self-governance period, the merger of Singapore and Malaysia, and the founding of the nation. He had fought the British, partied with the Japanese devils, raced horses with warlords, and drunk with presidents. He had seen it all. A young man with some martial arts skills couldn’t possibly scare him—not a chance.
“Wang Ma, bring a glass of wine for the hero!”
The old man’s bearing and magnanimity were admirable, and everyone felt a bit more at ease.
A maid brought over a glass of champagne on a tray. Jiang Tian didn’t stand on ceremony at all—he picked up the glass and took a sip.
Guo Shihai led Jiang Tian to sit down in the courtyard and chatted with him for a few moments. Then the butler whispered something in his ear, and Guo Shihai stood up and said:
“Mr. Jiang, due to foreign exchange controls, I need to go to my study to sign some documents. Please excuse me for a moment!”
Jiang Tian nodded.
Guo Shihai was gone for a full five minutes. Jiang Tian grew a little impatient and said, “Old Master Guo, what’s going on? It’s just a hundred billion—is it really that troublesome? Hurry up and transfer the money!”
Just then, three armored anti-riot vehicles smashed through the main gate and charged in like thunder, executing a graceful drift that boxed Jiang Tian in completely.
The car doors opened, and a cacophony of footsteps rang out like thunder, imposing and awe-inspiring.
More than twenty heavily armed police officers knelt on one knee, holding M16 assault rifles, surrounding Jiang Tian.
Almost simultaneously, seven or eight small red dots appeared on Jiang Tian’s body—infrared sights from sniper rifles.
Zip zip zip zip!
Line-throwing guns fired from the surrounding high-rises, their lines embedding in the marble walls of the villa. One after another, special police officers slid down the ropes like flying acrobats, using their own body weight.
Three armed helicopters appeared in succession above the courtyard. Ropes dropped down, and heavily armed gunmen slid down rapidly.
In less than a minute, over a hundred police officers had appeared at the Guo family mansion like divine troops descending from heaven, surrounding Jiang Tian so tightly that not a drop could escape.
Thanks to Hong Kong’s thriving film industry, mainland audiences had learned about Hong Kong’s famous Flying Tigers and PTU mobile units through movies and TV shows.
But the Singapore Police Force (SPF) was little known.
In fact, however, in global competitiveness rankings, the Singapore police’s combat standards ranked first in the world.
Thanks to the outstanding work of the police force, Singapore had excellent public order and had become one of the countries and regions with the lowest crime rates in the world.
Guo Shihai knew reinforcements had arrived and his confidence surged. Standing in the third-floor study, shielded by two special police officers with riot shields, he looked down at Jiang Tian through the bulletproof glass of the window and sneered:
“That hundred billion—what if I just don’t give it to you? Jiang, if you surrender now, you still have a way out. Otherwise… heh heh!”
He also knew Jiang Tian was a martial artist who had killed even Kun Tianba, Song Lian, and Meng Kong. But so what? There were over a hundred police officers here, all fully armed. Jiang Tian had come empty-handed—how could he possibly manage?
“Suspect, do not offer futile resistance. Surrender immediately, or I’ll order my men to open fire!”
Beside him, Deputy Chief Li was also smug. This was the strength of the Singapore police—descending like divine troops.
“It seems Wang Chongyan never told you about how I crushed the Southeast Asian powers atop Mount Everest. Makes sense—such a devastating defeat would affect his image in the eyes of these wealthy businessmen and high officials…”
A trace of mockery flickered in Jiang Tian’s heart, and then he sneered, “You few Singapore lapdogs think you can kill me? Are you even qualified?”
Before the words faded, Jiang Tian’s divine consciousness stirred. With a zip, a small black flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand!
“Hmm? How did a weapon suddenly appear in his hand?”
Everyone was shocked beyond belief, unable to believe their eyes—it was almost like magic.
Before anyone could react, Jiang Tian had already hurled the small black flying sword like a javelin.
Whoosh!
The small black flying sword grew in the wind, trailing a streak of light, shooting out like a rocket, breaking the sound barrier. With a thunderous crash, a building hundreds of meters away suddenly exploded.
Two snipers died on the spot.
Zip!
Jiang Tian’s small black flying sword returned in an instant—in the blink of an eye, it was back in his hand and thrown again.
A bullet fired from another sniper’s Barrett rifle, and at the same time Jiang Tian’s small black flying sword shot out once more.
Clang!
The bullet was sent flying, and the small black flying sword shot forward unstoppably, cutting the sniper into minced meat.
Then, as if possessed of intelligence, the small black flying sword—in less than a second—made a curved deflection among the high-rises hundreds of meters away.
In the time it takes to say a few words—just a few seconds—all of the Singapore police snipers were wiped out.
“What?”
Deputy Chief Li was pale with fright and roared in panic, “Fire! Everyone fire!”
Before the Singapore police officers could even fire, Jiang Tian stomped his foot down with a bang. The ground caved in, forming a deep pit three meters in radius, and at the same time an overwhelmingly powerful aura swept out in all directions.
The police officers were like leaves in a hurricane—screams and cries everywhere, people and shields tumbling backward like dried daisy petals in the wind.
The dozen or so officers closest to him had their riot shields shattered outright, vomiting blood and falling unconscious.
The three armored anti-riot vehicles were lifted off their wheels by the shockwave, then pushed rolling like boulders by the violent aura, crushing several more officers beneath them.
By then, Jiang Tian had already used the recoil from the ground to launch himself skyward, flying onto the roof of one of the villas and breaking out of the encirclement.
“Zip!”
Jiang Tian stood proudly atop the villa roof. The small black flying sword unleashed its power for the first time—with a zip, it sliced a helicopter’s cockpit to pieces.
Boom! The helicopter’s engine exploded with a thunderous roar. A massive fireball bloomed like fireworks, engulfing hundreds of meters of sky and covering the entire villa. The whole courtyard trembled.
“Break!”
Jiang Tian gave a soft shout. His divine consciousness was tightly connected to the flying sword, giving him a wonderful sense of perfect communion, as if the sword were an extension of his own arm.
Boom!
The black sword streaked through the air, almost surpassing the limits of human visual perception, and the second armed helicopter exploded.
“Break again!”
As Jiang Tian’s voice rang out, the third helicopter—which was retreating to put distance between itself and him—also crashed down with a thunderous roar. Its broken cabin smashed into the ground with earth-shaking force. The spinning rotor blades directly pulverized three wealthy businessmen and socialites into minced meat, sending them flying more than ten meters away.
