“Just a few insignificant ants. No need to bother with them.”
Jiang Tian simply smiled faintly, ignoring the commotion, sitting as calmly as if he were fishing by a tranquil lake.
“Let it go, let it go. Let this young brother Jiang sit here. When Master Li takes action later, he can broaden his horizons and gain some experience!” Long Wu, in a good mood, played the peacemaker, though his words made it clear he didn’t take Jiang Tian seriously.
The atmosphere in the pavilion grew lively as everyone gathered around Li Zhenwei, laughing and chatting, showering him with flattery.
Suddenly, Li Zhenwei’s expression turned serious, his eyes cold as he said in a deep voice, “Fu Biao is here.”
“Hmph, so what if he’s here? I’ve stationed over a dozen gunmen downstairs. He probably won’t even make it up the stairs!” Long Wu sneered confidently.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of rapid gunshots echoed from downstairs, rising and falling like waves. After a minute, silence returned.
“He must be dead by now, right?” Long Wu said smugly.
Long Gaitian picked up a walkie-talkie and asked, “What’s the situation?”
But there was no response—only an eerie, deathly silence.
“No way…”
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale with fear. Could Fu Biao have taken out all the gunmen? How was that possible? There were over a dozen armed men down there, equipped with pistols and submachine guns!
“While an Internal Strength expert can’t directly withstand bullets, with strong enough movement techniques, they can dodge them,” Li Zhenwei said calmly, sipping his tea, unshaken. “But don’t worry. With me here, Fu Biao won’t lay a finger on you today, Brother Long Wu.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.
The wooden floor trembled, each step resonating like a hammer striking their hearts, making their pulses race.
The hall fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the people in the room.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
Everyone’s emotions were a mix of tension, fear, panic, and excitement.
Creak… The door opened.
A middle-aged man with a black cloth shirt and a tilted eyepatch walked in slowly. His face was scarred with frostbite marks, resembling twisted earthworms, making him look even more menacing.
He stood there steadily, exuding an overwhelming aura that made it hard for everyone to breathe.
His single eye gleamed with a cold light, sweeping over the crowd, sending chills down their spines.
“Fu Biao…” Long Wu’s heart raced as he stammered in fear.
“Heh, Fifth Brother, it’s been a while!” Fu Biao chuckled darkly, pulling up a chair and sitting down.
Long Wu, after all, was a seasoned underworld boss. He quickly composed himself and forced a smile. “Fu Biao, I didn’t expect you to find me even after I went into hiding in Myanmar. Such brotherly devotion!”
“Indeed. Thanks to you, I lost an eye. I’ve never forgotten your ‘kindness’ all these years,” Fu Biao said, ripping off his eyepatch to reveal a dark, empty eye socket. His grin was terrifying as he continued coldly, “I fled to the northeast and trained for ten years, all for this day!”
“Fu Biao, you’ve grown strong. Right now, I’m in need of capable people. How about we let bygones be bygones and work together to achieve great things?” Long Wu suggested with a tentative smile. “As you can see, I’m not the same as before. I have a strong force and billions in assets. Follow me, and I guarantee you’ll live in glory, untouchable by anyone.”
“Sure. Dig out one of your eyes, and I’ll take over as the leader of the Longwei Association,” Fu Biao sneered.
“Fu Biao, it’s best to show mercy when you can,” Li Zhenwei said coldly, slamming the table. “With me here today, you won’t lay a finger on Long Wu!”
“Haha, isn’t this Master Li from the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall?” Fu Biao said dismissively. “With your mediocre skills, you dare to act all high and mighty? Killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!”
“You arrogant brat! Today, I’ll show you the true power of a martial arts master!” Li Zhenwei, proud and arrogant, couldn’t stand such humiliation. With a roar, he lunged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, his fist aimed straight at Fu Biao’s chest.
The air exploded as Internal Strength tore through the void. His fist shot out like a cannonball, accompanied by a howling gust of wind.
Wherever his feet landed, the solid wooden floor cracked and splintered, shaking the entire pavilion.
“Master Li’s power is truly terrifying!” Long Wu thought to himself, his heart pounding.
Only now did he realize how naive he had been. The strength of a martial artist was far beyond his imagination. Crushing him would be as easy as squashing an ant.
He decided that after this, he would reward Li Zhenwei handsomely, treating him as an honored guest and forging a close relationship to make him his protector.
“Master used the Tiger Fist! Fu Biao is done for!” The disciples of the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall were excited, confident that Fu Biao would soon be lying in a pool of blood.
“Trash.” Fu Biao didn’t even move from his seat. His fist shot out like a dragon, colliding with Li Zhenwei’s.
His sleeve whipped through the air, producing a sharp crack like a firecracker.
Clang!
The two fists collided mid-air, producing a metallic clang that grated on everyone’s ears.
Whoosh!
Li Zhenwei flew backward like a ragdoll, slamming into the wall with a thunderous crash.
The wall cracked and crumbled as Li Zhenwei hung there for three seconds before sliding down like a piece of paper.
Blood gushed from his mouth, his pupils dilated. His right arm was bent at a grotesque angle, bones protruding, blood flowing freely.
The room fell into dead silence.
Everyone was stunned.
Dongdong Jie screamed in terror. Fu Biao’s strength was on a completely different level compared to Zhou Zhenghao’s men. It seemed like today would end in bloodshed.
“Internal Strength strikes like hanging a painting. True mastery fears no gun!” Fu Biao stood up, scanning the room with a cold smile. “Who’s next?”
“Don’t attack!” Li Zhenwei shouted in warning as his disciples clenched their fists, ready to fight.
But one disciple, Xiang Long, Li Zhenwei’s top student, couldn’t hold back. He charged forward, shouting, “You hurt my master! I’ll kill you to avenge him!”
Xiang Long was at the peak of the Iron Body stage, the strongest among Li Zhenwei’s disciples.
“If your master is no match for me, what makes you think you stand a chance? Fine, I’ll grant your wish,” Fu Biao said coldly, not even moving. He casually slapped out with his hand.
Smack!
The slap was lightning-fast, landing squarely on Xiang Long’s head.
Xiang Long’s 180-pound body flew through the air, smashing the solid wooden dining table to pieces.
He fell to the ground, blood streaming from his head, limbs twitching violently. With a final gasp, he died.
“Big Brother… is dead!”
“Master, what do we do?”
The disciples of the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall were terrified, their faces pale as they backed against the wall, not daring to make a sound.
“I never expected you to reach the peak of Internal Strength, Fu Biao. I admit defeat,” Li Zhenwei said with a bitter smile, coughing up blood. “Brother Long Wu, I’m no match for him. I’m afraid I can’t protect you today…”
“Long Wu, how should we settle the debt from ten years ago? Should I gouge out both your eyes, or will you kill yourself to atone?” Fu Biao’s killing intent was overwhelming as he stepped closer to Long Wu, his eyes filled with mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.
Long Wu was terrified, his legs trembling as he begged, “Brother Fu, back then, I hurt you only because we were fighting for territory. There’s no deep hatred between us. I’m willing to give you half of my fortune if you spare my life!”
“Fu Biao, Fifth Master has offered you a good deal. Let it go!” Zhou Zhenghao stepped in front of Long Wu, forcing a stiff smile. But Fu Biao casually tossed him off the pavilion, sending him tumbling down with a scream.
“You have no idea how powerful a martial artist can be. If I wanted money, I could easily amass billions,” Fu Biao said disdainfully, lightly patting Long Wu’s cheek. The gesture wasn’t hard, but it was deeply humiliating.
His master ruled the northeast, a powerful figure in his own right. Fu Biao himself had reached the peak of Internal Strength and controlled several smuggling routes along the border. His wealth far surpassed Long Wu’s. Why would he care about money?
“Fu Biao, I’m sworn brothers with Tang Wannian, the third master of the Tang family. If you kill me, he won’t let you off!” Long Wu played his trump card, trying to intimidate Fu Biao.
“Haha, I’ve been living in the Siberian glaciers for years, controlling my forces from afar. If I kill you, I’ll just flee Myanmar. What can the Tang family do to me?”
“Brother Fu, what do you want?” Long Wu, now defenseless, trembled like a lamb awaiting slaughter, drenched in cold sweat.
“Back then, you violated my wife and daughter, gouged out my eye, and broke my legs. Today, I’ll settle every single debt!” Fu Biao’s cruel grin widened as he said coldly, “I’ll gouge out your eyes, break your legs, and then kill you. After that, your wife and children won’t escape either!”
Long Wu felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. He could accept his own death, but the thought of his wife and children…
In desperation, Long Wu fell to his knees, trembling and weeping. “Brother Fu, you can kill me. My life is worthless. But my wife and children are innocent. Please spare them. I’ll repay your mercy in my next life…”
Even a ruthless man like Long Wu, facing death, couldn’t help but think of his loved ones.
The room was in shock.
Long Wu, the underground emperor of Linzhou, had been forced to his knees, begging for mercy.
Everyone felt a sense of sorrow, as if they were witnessing the fall of a once-great figure.
The martial world always had new talents rising, and Fu Biao was too powerful. Who could stop him?
Today seemed to be the end of Long Wu, the tycoon who had dominated Linzhou for twenty years.
Just as everyone had lost hope, a calm voice rang out.
“Fu Biao, if you want to kill him, have you asked for my permission?”
“Who are you?” Fu Biao turned sharply.
In the corner, an ordinary-looking young man was playing with a teacup, his eyes lowered.
“Who I am isn’t important…” Jiang Tian took a sip of tea, savoring the flavor before swallowing. He then said indifferently, “But since I took some coins from Long Wu as payment, I naturally have to ensure his safety.”
“Jiang Tian, what are you doing…” Li Zhenwei exclaimed in anger.
This young man was courting death. Even I’m no match for Fu Biao. Are you trying to get yourself killed?
“Is this kid insane?” The disciples of the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall were equally shocked.
Long Wu was also stunned, but he didn’t stop Jiang Tian.
Even if Jiang Tian wasn’t a match for Fu Biao, buying a few more minutes of life was better than nothing.
“What am I doing? Naturally, I’m going to slap this ant to death!” Jiang Tian chuckled as he stood up.
