Hearing Yuan Bubai's final scream, Qi Tuojiang on the other end of the phone knew that Yuan Bubai was dead.
Qi Tuojiang of the Qi family in Longdu, who was 1.8 meters tall and in his early thirties, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a heroic demeanor, frowned and said to Shen Lang, "Shen Lang, I've remembered your name. We'll meet soon."
"I'll be waiting," Shen Lang said with a smile, then threw Yuan Bubai's phone to the ground and mercilessly crushed it with his foot.
"This..."
When Shen Lang looked up at everyone present at the Feast of Ultimate Bliss, their faces turned ashen with fear, and their legs trembled uncontrollably as they knelt on the ground.
This kid was too fierce, too brutal, and too reckless.
Yuan Bubai was the boss of Tian Shang Ren Jian, and he had the backing of Qi Tuojiang, a young master from Longdu. With the phone connected, this kid didn't even give Qi Tuojiang face; he was simply a madman without any regard for consequences.
Yang Ce had said earlier that Lin Nianfo's head was chopped off by Shen Lang, and most people present didn't believe it.
But now, everyone believed it, and believed it wholeheartedly.
This madman Shen Lang was truly capable of such a thing.
With this thought, everyone spotted the exit and scrambled towards the main entrance.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Just as everyone approached the door, Shen Lang moved like a ghost, darting to the entrance and blocking their path.
"Shen Lang, what do you want?"
An elder with white hair, seeing Shen Lang blocking their way, changed color and shouted, "Your girlfriend and sister-in-law were captured by Yuan Bubai, it has nothing to do with us. You've already killed Yuan Bubai; you don't intend to take your anger out on us, do you?"
"Let me tell you, we are all people of standing. If you kill us, the consequences will be beyond what you can bear."
"Ah—"
As soon as the white-haired elder finished speaking, Shen Lang raised his hand and swung his saber, directly slicing off the elder's nose.
While the white-haired elder screamed, Shen Lang followed up with three more swings, leaving three long and horrifying gashes on the elder's face, instantly making it look grotesque and terrifying.
"Now, do you still feel like you're a person of standing?"
Shen Lang sneered, "In my eyes, everyone who came to the Feast of Ultimate Bliss tonight is scum. Execute first, then judge. Not a single one is innocent. Don't pretend to be virtuous and esteemed in front of me."
"Yuan Bubai is guilty, but you are all equally guilty. If it weren't for you, would Yuan Bubai have captured so many girls to bring here?"
"Kid... you... you're not actually going to kill us, are you?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, a man with glasses, who looked refined and scholarly, like a university professor, asked.
"Killing you would dirty my blade, but it's not impossible. It depends on your choice."
Shen Lang pinned his Tang saber to the door and said coldly, "To cross this threshold and live, each person must pay ten billion. Those without money, or who refuse to pay, will all die."
"I'll give you one minute to consider. After one minute, if you don't agree, I'll kill."
What?
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, the pupils of the hundreds of men attending the Feast of Ultimate Bliss dilated. While shocked, they were also furious.
"Kid, this is extortion. You're committing a crime. I'm a lawyer, I'll sue you."
Two seconds after Shen Lang finished speaking, the refined man who looked like a scholarly university professor roared.
"Oh, you know what a crime is?"
Hearing the refined man's words, Shen Lang smiled and said, "Extortion is a crime, then what is gathering for lewd purposes with the intent to commit rape?"
"Even though you're dressed immaculately, I still smell a rotten stench from you. In my eyes, you're just a piece of shit."
Saying this, Shen Lang's eyes turned cold. He yanked the Tang saber from the door and swung it.
"Ah—"
Shen Lang's strike was swift, precise, and deadly. With a single blow to the throat, the refined man screamed and fell to the ground, his life extinguished.
Even in death, the refined man's eyes were wide open; he simply couldn't believe that Shen Lang would actually kill him.
It wasn't just the refined man; Shen Lang's sudden act of violence also turned the faces of the others pale, causing them to retreat several steps.
Madman, madman, Shen Lang was a madman.
If they hadn't believed Shen Lang was audacious enough to kill people before, now, facing the bloody reality, they did.
Shen Lang didn't care about their lives at all. In his eyes, killing them was no different from killing dogs.
They were all people of status, enjoying wealth, luxury, and decadent pleasures. But dying here meant becoming nothing, just like the refined man.
"Time is running out. Give me your final answer."
The minute passed quickly. Shen Lang once again drew the saber pinned to the door and shouted at the crowd.
"Mr. Shen, I've thought about it. I'm willing to pay."
As soon as Shen Lang finished speaking, a man with a corpulent figure, resembling the Maitreya Buddha, stepped forward with a fawning smile, saying, "I'm willing to pay too."
"I'm willing too..."
With a leader, others began to chime in.
Soon, only the white-haired elder, whose nose Shen Lang had sliced off and whose face bore three knife wounds, remained.
"It seems you're unwilling?"
Seeing the elder's silence, Shen Lang sneered and spoke.
"I..."
The white-haired elder wasn't unwilling, but he couldn't speak due to the intense pain.
"Ah—"
Just as the white-haired elder was about to endure the pain and say he was willing, Shen Lang's eyes turned cold, and he stabbed his saber through the elder's throat.
"You..."
The white-haired elder never expected Shen Lang to not give him a chance to speak. Shocked and enraged, his pupils widened. But as Shen Lang withdrew his Tang saber, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, dying with regret.
"Mr. Shen, please provide your account number. We'll transfer the money now."
With the two previous examples, the others were terrified to the point of their livers and gallbladders cracking. They all wore fawning expressions and said to Shen Lang,
"Slap—"
Hearing them, Shen Lang took a bank card from his pocket and threw it in front of them, saying, "This is my bank account. Those who want to live, transfer the money quickly."
"Yes, Mr. Shen, we'll transfer it now."
Fearing that they would be cut down by Shen Lang if they delayed, everyone there scrambled to transfer the money into Shen Lang's account.
Shen Lang checked each transfer, releasing one person after another. One hundred people, a total of one hundred billion.
Looking at the balance on his bank card, Shen Lang was overjoyed.
However, Shen Lang's joy lasted less than two seconds when a text message suddenly popped up.
What?
Account suspected of abnormality?
Frozen?
Looking at his phone, Shen Lang's eyes widened. What was this?
The money he had just received was gone in the blink of an eye.