Chapter 2 I Object to Your Objection

Before the other side could react, Shen Lang lunged forward, rushing towards Wang Long and his seven or eight hooligans.

Looking at Wang Long and his seven or eight hooligans, Shen Lang's voice was irresistible: "Let her go."

"What?"

As soon as Shen Lang spoke, Wang Long and the other seven or eight thugs froze instantly, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

They never imagined that on the land of Nanling, someone would dare to meddle in the affairs of White Horse Club.

Yu Xiao was also incredulous. She never expected that while passersby lowered their heads and chose to be ostriches, avoiding conflict with White Horse Club, Shen Lang would step forward.

Yu Xiao had only caught a glimpse of Shen Lang earlier and hadn't seen his face clearly.

Now, as Yu Xiao looked carefully, she finally saw Shen Lang's appearance.

Shen Lang was at least 1.9 meters tall, with a sturdy build, but his features were extremely delicate. His skin was fair, like that of a newborn baby.

He stood there wearing clothes that looked like they were from over a decade ago, yet he didn't seem out of place, blending in with the world as naturally as if he were a part of it.

"You dare to interfere with White Horse Club's business. In Nanling, kid, you're the first. You have quite a lot of courage."

Wang Long, tall and with a sinister face, reacted. He stepped forward, looked at Shen Lang blocking his way, and coldly snorted, "Do you know the price you will pay next?"

Hearing this, Shen Lang imitated him, returning a cold snort, "Dare to force good women into prostitution in broad daylight, you stinking idiot, you are also the first. You have quite a lot of courage too. Do you know the price you will pay next?"

"Looking for death—"

White Horse Club was the largest entertainment venue in Nanling, and a money pit for the powerful and wealthy merchants of Nanling, with a daily turnover of at least two hundred million.

However, in all of Nanling, no one had ever been jealous enough to cause trouble.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but no one dared.

All of this was because the owner of White Horse Club was none other than Yang Ce, known as the King of Nanling.

Yang Ce's background was mysterious. No one knew his origins, and very few people had even seen his true face.

But Yang Ce's methods were ruthless. Those who offended him would ultimately die a tragic death.

Three years ago, a scion of a prominent family from Longdu went to White Horse Club to gamble. After losing two hundred million, he not only accused White Horse Club of cheating but also verbally abused Yang Ce.

Three hours later, this scion was found dead in the hotel where he was staying. His death was extremely brutal and bloody. His hands and feet were severed first, then his tongue was cut off, his eyes gouged out, and he died a slow, agonizing death.

Because of their fear of Yang Ce, no one in Nanling dared to provoke White Horse Club.

Over time, these hooligans employed by White Horse Club had developed an unspoken sense of superiority.

Heaven was the greatest, Yang Ce was second, they were third, and everyone else was just an ant in their eyes.

Therefore, seeing Shen Lang dare to oppose them, Wang Long waved his hand and ordered his seven subordinates, who were holding clubs, "Kill him."

Even though it was broad daylight, Wang Long didn't consider killing as a big deal.

In Nanling, there was no trouble that White Horse Club couldn't resolve.

"Yes—"

Hearing Wang Long's words, his subordinates released Yu Xiao.

Then, a red-haired hooligan drew a switchblade from his waist, and with a sinister smile, he approached Shen Lang, "Kid, don't blame me. Blame yourself for being blind and daring to interfere with White Horse Club's business."

As he spoke, the red-haired hooligan quickly closed in on Shen Lang. The switchblade in his hand did not hesitate, and the tip plunged directly towards Shen Lang's heart.

The attack was swift, fierce, and accurate, without any hesitation.

Clearly, the attacker had not only killed before but had killed more than once, otherwise, he wouldn't have had such skilled movements.

"Be careful..."

Yu Xiao was shocked that these people dared to stab someone in broad daylight. Her face turned ashen, and she shouted a warning to Shen Lang.

However, Shen Lang seemed not to hear her words, standing there motionless.

When the tip of the knife was five meters from Shen Lang's chest, Shen Lang remained still.

When the tip of the knife was three meters from Shen Lang's chest, Shen Lang was still motionless.

When the tip of the knife was less than a meter from Shen Lang's chest, Shen Lang remained as steady as ever, almost making Yu Xiao cry with anxiety.

The next second, the attacker's knife tip was only half a centimeter away from Shen Lang's chest.

But then, what happened made Yu Xiao's pupils dilate.

In an instant, Shen Lang vanished from his spot, causing the attacker to stab empty air.

"What?"

Seeing Shen Lang suddenly disappear, Yu Xiao and Wang Long and all the White Horse Club hooligans' pupils dilated, their faces filled with shock.

The red-haired hooligan holding the knife was also so startled by the sudden turn of events that his face was unreadable. He shouted, "What's going on?"

But at that moment, the red-haired hooligan suddenly felt a gust of cold wind brush past his back, making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

The red-haired hooligan instinctively turned around, but it was too late.

In a flash, a large hand reached out, its five fingers like sharp iron hooks digging into his back, grabbing his spine, and then tightening with a force.

Crack. The red-haired hooligan's spine shattered.

"Ah—"

With a scream, the red-haired hooligan collapsed to the ground.

His spine crushed so brutally, even if he miraculously survived, he would be bedridden for the rest of his life.

"This...?"

Seeing this, Wang Long's face turned ugly, "How... how can there be someone so terrifying in this world? To be able to grab another person's spine and crush it so brutally in an instant..."

Wang Long's subordinates clearly didn't have his composure. They were so terrified by Shen Lang's actions that their faces turned deathly pale, their limbs trembled, and they almost knelt down.

Everyone stared at Shen Lang, completely disbelieving that the delicate-looking young man could be so terrifying. Not only could he evade his companion's attack in an instant, but he could also shatter a person's spine with a single strike.

Was this guy even human?

Yu Xiao was equally stunned, speechless for a long time. She couldn't believe that Shen Lang, with his delicate features and a slight upturn of his lips that gave him a naturally pleasant expression, would be so ruthless and leave no room for error once he acted.

Yet, for some reason, despite Shen Lang's brutal attack, Yu Xiao felt no fear.

Instead, in Shen Lang, she found the sense of security she had always longed for.

As Wang Long and the others panicked and didn't know what to do, Shen Lang took out a tissue, wiped the blood from the five fingers of his right hand, pointed at Yu Xiao, and said calmly, "I declare that I will protect this girl. From today onwards, White Horse Club must not bother her again."

"Alright, I've spoken. Who agrees, who opposes?"

As soon as Shen Lang finished speaking, Wang Long blurted out, "I object."

Wang Long pondered for a moment, then looked at Shen Lang and said coldly, "Kid, I admit you're not simple, but I advise you not to go against White Horse Club. Offending White Horse Club, the consequences are not something you can..."

Before Wang Long could finish speaking, Shen Lang grabbed his neck, "I object to your objection, so your objection is invalid."

"Ah—"

Wang Long, who was over 1.8 meters tall and weighed 180 pounds, was lifted by Shen Lang like a chicken and then slammed forcefully onto the floor, which instantly shattered.

With such a heavy blow, all of Wang Long's bones were instantly crushed. With a scream, he spat out a large mouthful of blood and completely fainted.

Brutal, too brutal.

Seeing Shen Lang's brutal actions, all the hooligans employed by White Horse Club were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they all knelt on the ground.