"Sir, who are you looking for?"
Seeing Rong Haodong storm in with four old men in black, Tang Wuzui sensed ill intentions and cautiously asked, "I'm looking for Yang Ce, for Shen Lang. You have nothing to do with this, so get out of the way."
Rong Haodong's hand was still wrapped in bandages, clearly not yet healed.
Recalling a life of smooth sailing only to have a finger severed here and be forced to pay ten billion to keep his life, Rong Haodong felt an unprecedented surge of anger and humiliation.
Today, he would reclaim all the lost face and dignity. He would show Yang Ce and Shen Lang, those two scoundrels, what it meant for blood to be repaid with blood.
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, Tang Wuzui's expression changed. At this moment, Shen Lang stepped in front of her, signaling her not to speak.
"Rong Haodong, haven't seen you in a few days, have you forgotten the pain of your severed finger?"
Shen Lang turned to Rong Haodong, smiling, "Bringing a few old guys, are you here for revenge?"
"Shen Lang, you're here?"
Rong Haodong's attention was drawn to Tang Wuzui upon entering and he hadn't noticed Shen Lang standing by.
Seeing Shen Lang, Rong Haodong was overjoyed. "It's truly a case of 'searching high and low for something, only to find it by chance.' It's perfect to meet you here. I'll deal with you first, then Yang Ce and that little bastard Yang Junlin."
"Elder Dong, this kid is Shen Lang. He broke my finger, and he injured Snake Grandma. I want him dead."
Rong Haodong looked at one of the black-clad elders and said respectfully.
"Young Master Rong, rest assured. Even if you hadn't specifically instructed us, we would absolutely not let this kid live."
Elder Dong looked at Rong Haodong and smiled, "When the master is insulted, the servant dies. This kid dared to injure you and cause you to lose a finger. If we let him live, it would not only be bad for the Rong family's reputation, but it would also prove our incompetence."
"Furthermore, Snake Grandma of the Ten Thousand Serpent Den and I are old friends. He pierced her wrist with a sword, and she hasn't recovered from her injuries yet. Doctors say she might never be able to wield a sword with her right hand again. She remembers this grudge, and so do I."
After speaking, Elder Dong walked in front of Shen Lang, revealing a sinister smile like a venomous snake. "Kid, daring to stir up trouble on the head of Tai Sui, your life ends here today."
"Old man, who do you think you are, talking big with more breath than my smelly socks?"
After Elder Dong finished speaking, Shen Lang remained silent. At this moment, Wolong, who had long suppressed his anger, stood up abruptly and scrutinized Elder Dong. "Wow, not bad, you're a Earth Realm expert, and close to the mid-stage Earth Realm."
"But so what if you're mid-stage Earth Realm? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now?"
Wolong deeply respected Shen Lang. In his heart, Shen Lang was ten million times better than his own bastard brothers. He was his senior brother, and also his brother.
In Wolong's mind, Shen Lang was a god. Anyone who dared to offend Shen Lang, he would act without hesitation.
"You little beast, what did you say?"
Seeing Wolong suddenly stand up, Elder Dong was furious. "How dare you disrespect me? Are you tired of living?"
"Bang—"
This time, Wolong didn't say another word. As soon as Elder Dong finished speaking, Wolong threw a punch.
"Kid, you're not simple. At your age, you already have martial cultivation close to the mid-stage Profound Realm. I must say, you're a genius. It's a pity you had the audacity to attack me. I will cripple you."
Saying that, Elder Dong quickly threw a punch in response.
The next second, Elder Dong's lean fist collided with Wolong's large fist, instantly erupting with terrifying power.
The moment their fists met, Wolong was sent staggering back seven or eight steps, his wrist trembling uncontrollably.
However, after shaking his wrist, Wolong became excited. "Not bad, old man. As expected of a mid-stage Earth Realm expert, you're interesting. Let's go again."
"What?"
Elder Dong had used seventy percent of his strength in that punch. He was confident that he could shatter Wolong's arm into a comminuted fracture, but he didn't expect Wolong to be largely unaffected. After shaking his arm, he attacked again.
"Bang—"
Wolong leaped forward, his fist aimed directly at Elder Dong's forehead.
This punch from Wolong reminded Elder Dong of King Kong's powerful downward smash in the movies. It was charged with power and astonishing.
However, Elder Dong saw through Wolong's martial cultivation, so he was not afraid of this punch at all. The moment Wolong's fist descended, Elder Dong threw another punch, meeting it head-on.
The next second, Elder Dong's lean fist collided with Wolong's large fist once more.
This time, Elder Dong used ninety percent of his strength, sending Wolong flying over ten meters away with a bang. He crashed heavily into the wall of the reception area on the first floor, his arm trembling non-stop, and a trace of crimson blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad, old man. Mid-stage Earth Realm experts are indeed formidable. To make me injure like this, you truly are capable."
Wolong wiped the blood from his mouth, smiled, then walked to the reception desk, picked up a water cup, poured a glass of water, and drank it down in one gulp. He poured another, and drank it down again, repeating the action eight times, consuming eight cups of water in total.
"Kid, do you know who you shouldn't provoke now?"
Although Wolong wasn't crippled, he had become more subdued. Elder Dong was very satisfied and said.
"You're mistaken. The person who should say that is my junior brother, not you."
Shen Lang looked at Elder Dong, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You're finished."
"Kid, what nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean I'm finished?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Elder Dong's face was filled with anger.
"What? Haven't you noticed anything unusual?"
Shen Lang smiled upon hearing this.
"Unusual?"
"What's unusual?"
Elder Dong didn't understand what Shen Lang was talking about and asked blankly.
"Bang—"
Shen Lang didn't explain. Without a word, he unleashed a cross punch towards Elder Dong.
"Kid, how dare you attack me? You're seeking death."
Seeing Shen Lang attack, Elder Dong was shocked and furious. He threw out a punch, meeting it.
However, just as Elder Dong's punch was halfway, he suddenly knelt on the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ah—"
Elder Dong's kneeling and his scream left Rong Haodong and the other three elders in black bewildered and confused. They cried out, "Elder Dong, what's wrong?"
Hearing them, Elder Dong struggled to speak, "I don't know. My whole body feels like it's being cut by knives. The pain is unbearable, and I can't exert any strength."
"Broken, all broken."
Shen Lang smiled upon hearing this.
"What's broken?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Rong Haodong shouted.
"Of course, it's his entire meridian system... all broken."