Although Yang Wenlun and Li Xinyue were standing behind Jiang Tian and hadn’t taken a direct hit, they still couldn’t withstand it. Their heads were ringing, their chests heaved with surging blood and qi, and they nearly passed out on the spot.
“Who is this Jiang Tian? How is he so powerful?”
“Too terrifying!”
Yang Wenlun and Li Xinyue stared at Jiang Tian in utter horror, dumbstruck and speechless.
It felt as if they were facing a prehistoric beast, chills running down their spines.
“Jiang Tian, you really came!”
Inside the hall, everyone had heard the strange commotion outside and were thrown into panic—only Guo Changsheng rose to his feet and rushed out quickly.
…
“Who is this guy?”
“He said Guo Lili owes him ten billion? How come I’ve never heard about this?”
“So impressive—his voice is so loud!”
“Hehe, so what if he’s impressive? Today is the old master’s birthday. There are hidden guards and bodyguards everywhere.”
By now Jiang Tian had stepped into the Guo family mansion. Everyone on the lawn was watching him and talking among themselves, unable to believe it.
Flanked by seven or eight gunmen guarding the courtyard, Guo Changsheng strode over to Jiang Tian with the bearing of a tiger and said arrogantly, “Jiang Tian, you dare force your way into our illustrious Singapore Guo family? A mere country bumpkin from the mainland dares to be so reckless—do you have a death wish?”
“Force my way in? Hehe, Guo Lili owes me ten billion. I’m just here to collect a debt! Out of my way!” Jiang Tian was completely at ease.
“Hehe, empty words mean nothing. You say she owes money, so she owes money?”
At that moment, an elegant man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out of the hall:
“Ten billion is no small sum. You say Miss Guo owes you money? Do you have documents? A contract? Bank records? A notary?”
“Who are you?” Jiang Tian asked with a frown.
“I am the Guo family’s legal counsel, senior partner at Singapore Justice Law Firm—Ye Baoshi!”
The elegant middle-aged man stepped forward and spoke condescendingly: “All debt and credit matters of the Guo family are entrusted to me!”
“Fine. You want documents? I’ll give you documents!”
With a flick of his hand, Jiang Tian produced a stack of contracts from his storage ring and handed them over.
“Never mind whether the contract is genuine or not!”
Ye Baoshi picked up the contract, flipped through two pages, then casually threw it on the ground. With a disdainful sneer, he said, “Even if it were real, so what? A few pills worth ten billion? May I ask what miraculous elixir that would be? Was it refined in Lord Laozi’s alchemy furnace?”
He spoke righteously: “This is what we call an ‘invalid contract that is obviously unfair.’ Even if you took this to court in your own China, it wouldn’t hold up legally—you’d lose for sure! I think you’ve gone crazy for money!”
At these words, the whole crowd burst into laughter, looking at Jiang Tian as if he were a fool.
Those socialites and society ladies were too refined and polite to laugh openly, but they still shook with suppressed giggles, dazzling waves rippling across their chests.
Even Guo Lili, who had stepped outside, covered her mouth and smiled lightly, her face full of disdain, thinking Ye Baoshi had Jiang Tian cornered.
“Hehe, this man really is insane! Trying to extort money?” Someone looked at Jiang Tian with contempt.
“Ye Baoshi is Singapore’s top lawyer—sharp-tongued and eloquent. Since he started practicing, he’s never lost a single case in 82 lawsuits! Seeing him today, he truly lives up to his reputation. Look at this bumpkin—he can’t even get a word out!” Someone clapped and cheered.
“Of course. Ye Baoshi is the number one in civil and commercial law cases, and his uncle is the Deputy Minister of Justice. His whole family are judges and senior lawyers. This kid ran into Ye Baoshi—he can only slink away with his tail between his legs!” Another person sneered at Jiang Tian with contempt.
“Mr. Jiang, do you know that Singapore is a society governed by law, adhering to the common law system? Citizens also follow the ‘stand-your-ground’ principle and the ‘castle doctrine’—private property is sacred and inviolable.”
Ye Baoshi took off his gold-rimmed glasses and carefully wiped them with a lens cloth, saying flatly:
“Just for trespassing on private property, the Guo family could shoot you dead. But considering you’re from a backward region of China and unfamiliar with our advanced, civilized legal environment, I won’t hold it against you. Now scram!”
“Interesting. When you talk law with them, they play dirty. When you play dirty with them, they suddenly start talking law!”
Jiang Tian felt not the slightest ripple inside—he almost wanted to laugh.
Was the Guo family any paragon of virtue?
In Singapore they bullied men and oppressed women, ran rampant, and had who knew how many deaths on their hands.
Going back a bit, Guo Lili had once led people from the Singapore Chinese Association to assassinate him and seize the Frost Crystal Stone. More recently, they’d used Elder Lan and other mystics to try to kill the Hilton sisters.
And yet this family—human-faced but beast-hearted—still prattled on about law, utility, and morality, claiming all the righteous ground for themselves. It was utterly ridiculous.
“A petty lawyer like you has no right to speak with me!”
Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered with him. Instead, he looked at Guo Lili and said flatly, “This debt of ten billion Chinese yuan—do you acknowledge it or not? If you don’t, then I won’t be held responsible for what happens next!”
Beside her, a mystical arts expert from China tugged at Guo Lili and said softly but urgently, “Miss Guo, this matter must be handled with caution. I’ve already looked into it—this Master Jiang is immensely renowned in China. You must not offend him!”
But Guo Lili wouldn’t listen at all. She pushed back neither softly nor harshly: “Mr. Jiang, all my debts are handled exclusively by Lawyer Ye. Talk to him!”
She knew Jiang Tian was not to be trifled with—she was even a little afraid—and she hadn’t expected Jiang Tian would dare come to Singapore to collect a debt.
But this was the Guo family. This was Singapore. This was their turf. And now that she was engaged to Wang Zhibo, it felt as if she had immense backing.
If Jiang Tian dared to act out, how could the Singapore Chinese Association stand by and do nothing?
Beside her, the mystical arts expert sighed mournfully to the heavens: “Alas, the Guo family is too arrogant. They don’t know that Master Jiang is known as the number one grandmaster on China’s Divine List—he even killed Lin Zhenyu!”
But he was lowly and his words carried little weight. He was merely Guo Lili’s personal bodyguard, comparable to Elder Lan, without even the right to speak with Guo Shihai.
“Mr. Jiang, did you not hear me clearly?”
Ye Baoshi was quite angered by Jiang Tian’s “petty lawyer” remark. His expression darkened and he frowned. “Do you know that with a single legal complaint I could have you sentenced to a hundred years in prison?”
Everyone looked at Jiang Tian as if he were a fool.
How could the Guo family be easy to provoke? Never mind that you came in here extorting, threatening, and assaulting people—even a casual slanderous remark from you would land you in prison.
And with so many tycoons and high officials present—even a Deputy Police Commissioner—joining forces to send an arrogant mainland Chinese kid to prison would be as easy as turning one’s hand.
“You talk too much. Get lost!”
To everyone’s surprise, Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered with words at all. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to deliver a slap.
Smack! Ye Baoshi flew up like a scarecrow. His antique tortoiseshell gold-rimmed glasses shattered instantly, and he flew over ten meters, smashing through two tables of drinks and buffet displays before rolling to the ground.
The entire scene fell deathly silent.
Everyone stood frozen like wooden chickens, mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.
This was the Guo family’s legal counsel, famous throughout Singapore, whose uncle was the Deputy Minister of Justice—and this kid had just slapped him without a second thought. Utterly outrageous.
“He’s a martial arts expert? Could he be Jiang Taichu?”
At the hall entrance, Wang Zhibo’s pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze turning cold.
He had seen that Jiang Tian hadn’t even touched Ye Baoshi, yet the latter flew out—this was clearly the work of internal energy or transformation-level cultivation!
Combined with what the mystical arts expert from China had said, he could already deduce Jiang Tian’s other identity.
The battle at the peak of Mount Everest—the Singapore Chinese Association had lost too miserably. So Wang Chongyan had ordered a strict information lockdown to avoid losing the support of the many tycoons and shaking their foundation.
Most people had no idea the Singapore Chinese Association had been defeated, but he knew. Jiang Taichu was too powerful. In that battle at the peak of Mount Everest, he had cut down more than half of the association’s experts. Now the entire Southeast Asia was cowed into silence.
“Do you know my Guo family is a great noble house of Singapore? Even the Prime Minister shows us deference! And you—a bumpkin from the mainland—think you can just walk in here, force your way in as you please?”
Guo Changsheng, seeing this, was furious beyond measure. He stepped forward and said coldly, “Moreover, today is my grandfather’s birthday. You force your way into my Guo home, injure my family, and assault our legal counsel—that makes you an enemy of the Guo family, and that means you deserve to die! Get out right now, or I’ll kill you!”
Smack!
“A good dog doesn’t block the way. Out of my way!”
Without another word, Jiang Tian slapped Guo Changsheng flying, then strode toward Guo Lili without pausing.
“This is the Guo family’s eldest young master—and he just slapped him?”
“Too crazy!”
“Are all mainland Chinese bumpkins this savage?”
“Yeah, look at Young Master Guo—his teeth are all knocked out!” Everyone was stunned, unable to believe it.
It could be said the Guo family was too powerful in Singapore, like a second emperor. Today was the old master’s birthday banquet—even the Deputy Police Commissioner had come, and even the Prime Minister had sent congratulations.
What a glorious, illustrious family—what unmatched authority, what overwhelming backing—and this man dared to force his way in, dared to hit and injure people!
Guo Changsheng was slapped so hard by Jiang Tian that seven or eight of his back molars flew out. Blood streamed from the corner of his mouth, and half his face swelled up hugely.
Half-kneeling on the ground in utter horror, one hand bracing himself, he pointed at Jiang Tian with the other and roared, “Jiang Tian, you dare hit me!”
“So I hit you. What’s so special about you? You keep talking about the Singapore Guo family, going on and on about your noble house—and yet here you are, knocked flat on the ground by me.”
Jiang Tian sneered disdainfully. Suddenly his body pivoted, closing in like a football player taking a shot—he kicked Guo Changsheng right under the chin.
“Awooo—!”
Guo Changsheng let out a miserable scream. His body flew up and landed on his back. His tall frame crashed to the ground, making it tremble, and he was left completely dazed.
All his teeth were gone. Fortunately, he hadn’t been speaking when Jiang Tian struck—otherwise his tongue would likely have been bitten clean off on the spot.
“What are you standing around for? Shoot him! Kill him!”
Guo Changsheng’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, blood spraying from his mouth.
He—the crown prince of Singapore’s Guo family, who could walk sideways through Singapore, who bullied men and oppressed women and committed every evil—when had he ever suffered such a loss? When had he ever been so humiliated, slapped in the face and beaten like this?
In that instant Guo Changsheng was so furious his lungs nearly burst. He directly ordered the gunmen to shoot Jiang Tian dead.
