"Very good!"
The three Martial Spirits nodded in satisfaction.
"Gentlemen, now that they are here..." Mao Lin looked at the three with hopeful eyes and carefully asked, "Could I trouble you to take care of them immediately?"
"No rush. They're just some trash. After drinking this pot of wine, we'll go handle them. There's no hurry," said one of the Martial Spirit experts as he lightly picked up the wine pot and personally poured Mao Lin a cup.
"Alright, I'll keep you company drinking this pot of wine before we talk about it. Haha," Mao Lin replied relaxedly.
Seeing the three's composure, Mao Lin also relaxed.
He even called over a dozen maids to liven things up and please the three Martial Spirits further.
In no time, laughter filled the hall as singing and dancing rose to the heavens.
"Gentlemen, I found the strongest wine per your order," Mao Lin said with a crafty laugh.
"Not bad. This wine is quite strong," said one of the Martial Spirits as he stood up and patted Mao Lin's shoulder. His wicked hand didn't forget to grope the maids either.
Soon, the wine and drinks on the table were emptied.
The three Martial Spirit experts slowly stood up with a hint of tipsiness and said to Mao Lin, "Let's go take care of those people Yi Feng called first before we come back and continue drinking."
Hearing this, Mao Lin and his son couldn't stop smiling.
Not only would this resolve their business association's crisis, they might be able to eliminate the Bao Feng Business Association at the source.
Most importantly, with three Martial Spirit experts backing them, they didn't need to worry about any trouble from Qingshan Sect either.
The three Martial Spirits walked in front while Mao Lin and his son followed behind, all with smiles as they headed out the door.
"Third brother, they're just some trash. Eldest brother and I won't make a move. You can take care of them yourself," one of the Martial Spirits said right before exiting.
"Don't worry, eldest brother. They probably can't even call any formidable figures. For such a trivial matter, there's no need for eldest and second brother to act. I alone am enough," the other Martial Spirit replied.
"Alright."
"Hahaha..."
Laughter filled with arrogance rang out as the group finally stepped out the door.
However, the moment they exited, the three Martial Spirits suddenly felt their legs go soft, nearly stumbling and falling.
What first appeared before them were dozens of vicious, glaring eyes. The owners of these eyes were all suspended in midair, emanating a thick, cold aura.
Most frustrating for the three Martial Spirits was that not one of these dozen eyes' owners was weaker than them in cultivation.
"Awoo!"
At the same time, accompanied by a series of beastly roars, a large swarm of flying demonic beasts charged over, swirling in the sky above. Armored masters with vigorous auras sat atop each beast, waiting for the command to strike at any moment.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
From an unseen location came deafening war cries. It was the countless Qingshan Sect disciples. Though no figures could be seen, just the voices alone weighed heavily, as if they could trample and flatten the Pingjiang Commercial Association in the next moment.
Of course, what the three dreaded most was the elderly man holding a kitchen knife high in the sky.
The kitchen knife emanated a gentle radiance.
Just standing there, this elder with fluttering hair could match thousands of soldiers and horses.
Seeing this battle formation, the three Martial Spirit experts shuddered and shook off their drunkenness. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.
Mao Lin and his son were also badly frightened seeing this lineup. Though esteemed among mortals, they had never witnessed such a formation.
"Chairman, what should we do now?"
"Yes, Chairman, what should we do?"
"They have so many people. It looks terrifying. Think of something!"
Other members of the Pingjiang Commercial Association also rushed over at this time, gathering around Mao Lin and voicing their concerns.
Mao Lin's brows furrowed.
But thinking of the three Martial Spirit experts beside them to protect father and son, he regained his confidence.
Straightening his chest, he softly shouted at the Pingjiang Commercial Association members, "Why are you all so flustered? Stay calm. Though they have greater numbers, we have three Martial Spirit experts on our side. In their eyes, the enemies are just wax spears and golden guns for show."
With that said, he looked towards the three Martial Spirits with a smiling face and said, "Gentlemen, I'm right aren't I? With a simple wave of your hands, you could easily take care of them, correct?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
