Chapter 21

By nightfall, a group of seven people arrived at the small island in the center of Yan Gui Lake on a speedboat.

This small island was not very large, about the size of a few soccer fields. The land was considered extremely valuable, with several hotels, restaurants, and entertainment venues built on it, making it a place of high-end consumption in Chuzhou.

"It seems Lin Bao chose this place because he's afraid you'll gather people to attack him, so he can escape by jumping into the water at any time," Master Guo said, looking around.

"Since you, Master Guo, are here this time, how could he possibly escape?" Zhou Tianhao laughed loudly.

"Better to be cautious," Guo Wei nodded, but his self-satisfied expression was hard to hide. He had dominated Chuzhou for over a decade and had long become complacent. Moreover, in modern society, there were few martial artists with internal strength, and even Guo Wei had seen very few, so why would he fear Lin Bao?

They decided to meet at Egret Tower, which Zhou Tianhao had already reserved. A group of black-clad men, each armed with knives and guns, were waiting at Egret Tower.

Who was Zhou Tianhao? How could he rely solely on Guo Wei, Chen Fan, and the two gunmen?

After reaching the third floor, Guo Wei sat down on the sofa with a grand gesture, and a waiter trembled as he served tea to the group. At this time, the island was still bustling with people, but inside Egret Tower, it was eerily quiet.

Chen Fan sat there, sipping tea, and nodded slightly as he looked at the modern building with an ancient style. Building such a structure on the island indeed added a poetic touch.

As midnight approached and everyone grew impatient, Guo Wei suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "They're here."

Suddenly, a series of screams came from downstairs, followed by a series of fighting sounds and even a few gunshots, but these quickly disappeared. The people on the third floor all turned pale and looked at the stairwell.

They heard a steady footsteps ascending the stairs calmly.

Zhou Tianhao's throat felt dry. He had over a dozen subordinates downstairs, all of whom were elite fighters, some even armed with guns. How could they be taken down so quickly?

He realized he had seriously underestimated Lin Bao's strength.

Soon, the footsteps reached the stairwell, and Chen Fan focused his gaze. He saw a man in a black training suit and black cloth shoes walk up. He looked to be in his thirties, with a scar on his face that made him look particularly fierce.

"Surprised, Brother Hao? Seeing an old friend, aren't you happy?" Lin Bao walked over nonchalantly, ignoring Zhou Tianhao and the others, and sat down opposite them, looking at Zhou Tianhao with a half-smile.

Zhou Tianhao, being a major figure, suppressed his shock and said, "Lin Bao, I didn't expect you to dare come back."

"The scar on my face and the bullet wound in my leg are all thanks to you. I've never forgotten them," Lin Bao said, his scar pulling as he smiled, making him look even more terrifying. "These past years, I've been overseas, training day and night, all for this day."

"Can't we sit down and talk this out?" Zhou Tianhao tried to make peace one last time.

"Sure, let me cut you and shoot you first," Lin Bao sneered.

"So, there's no room for negotiation?" Zhou Tianhao said in a low voice. "Don't think that just because you have internal strength, you can do whatever you want."

"Oh? You know about internal strength too?" Lin Bao glanced at him and snorted. "Since you know about internal strength, why don't you surrender? Don't you know that in front of an internal strength expert, your few guards are like chickens and dogs?"

"Haha, Lin Bao, do you think you're the only one with internal strength?" Zhou Tianhao laughed loudly. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Master Guo, it looks like we need your help."

Guo Wei nodded slightly and said to the young man standing beside him, "Dongshan, go test him."

The young man in the tight training suit nodded and walked to Lin Bao, making a gesture of invitation.

"Dongshan is my top disciple, who has followed me for over a decade. He has already entered the realm of internal strength, so dealing with this Lin Bao shouldn't be a problem," Guo Wei said confidently.

"Ha, are you sending this kid to his death?" Lin Bao sneered, looking at Dongshan. "Just entering the realm of internal strength, and you dare to challenge me? I'll leave you a full body."

"Looking for death," Dongshan, being young and trained in martial arts, couldn't bear such provocation.

He suddenly moved, charging forward.

The figures on the scene almost touched and then separated instantly. One figure flew backward, crashing into the wall, causing the entire building to tremble.

"Dongshan!" Guo Wei's face changed as soon as the two figures made contact, and he couldn't help but call out.

At this moment, everyone saw that the one who had flown out was Dongshan.

He had a fist mark on his chest, which was indented. He was stuck to the wall, limp as a rag.

"Your disciple isn't dead yet, but it's your turn now," Lin Bao grinned, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

Guo Wei felt a chill in his heart, his initial confidence long gone. Dongshan was his strongest disciple, yet he couldn't even withstand one punch from this man. How could his skills not be even higher?

But there was no choice now; he had to face it.

Guo Wei slowly stood up and walked to Lin Bao, bowing and saying, "I am the master of Weisheng Martial Arts Hall in this city, Guo Wei, practitioner of Xingyi Quan. May I ask who your master is?"

"Talking about this is useless. My master is overseas and has nothing to do with the mainland. Come and die quickly," Lin Bao said coldly.

"Hum, you're too arrogant," Guo Wei said, unable to resist being provoked, and charged forward, using his internal strength.

"Bang!"

The two instantly exchanged punches and kicks seven or eight times. The crowd could only see two black figures fighting on the ground in front of the table, each punch and kick causing a whistling wind. Wherever they fought, vases, tables, and decorations were shattered.

"These are internal strength martial artists? Too terrifying," Zhou Tianhao thought, cold sweat pouring down his back.

He now realized he had been like a frog in a well, thinking he was the second most powerful after the sky in Chuzhou, but not knowing how many people in the outside world could crush him with a single hand.

"After this battle, I'll have to spend a lot of money to hire an internal strength expert as a bodyguard, or I might be killed without anyone knowing," he thought, but he prayed even more that Master Guo would win, otherwise he wouldn't survive this night.

Suddenly, there was a "ping" sound, and the figures on the scene separated. One stood in place, while the other retreated seven or eight steps, swaying.

The crowd focused their gaze and felt a chill. The one who had retreated was Guo Wei.

He was trembling, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and said with a bitter smile, "I didn't expect you to have achieved great internal strength. I underestimated the heroes of the world."

Lin Bao was only slightly out of breath, clearly in excellent condition. He said proudly, "How could someone like you, stuck in a small place, know the vastness of the world? I've been fortunate to study under a martial arts master for over a decade, learning from him. I've fought in the mercenary world overseas, honing my skills on the battlefield, which is why I've reached the realm of great internal strength so quickly. You, a pampered flower, wouldn't even survive a life-or-death battle, let alone just having minor internal strength."

"So, you're a disciple of a master? No wonder. I don't feel wronged in losing," Guo Wei's face changed, and he could only sigh.

At this moment, Zhou Tianhao and the others were already in the depths of despair. Seeing Lin Bao look at them, Zhou Tianhao shouted, "Quick, attack!"

The two gunmen behind him were hired for a large sum of money and were known for their excellent marksmanship, being Zhou Tianhao's last line of defense.

As they just pulled out their guns, Lin Bao grabbed the chopsticks on the table and shot them out, embedding them in the hands of the two men.

"Ah!"

A scream of pain echoed as the two men's guns fell to the ground, with chopsticks embedded in their hands, and they could only hold their wrists in pain.

From the moment Lin Bao appeared, it had been only ten minutes, but Zhou Tianhao's forces were already injured or crippled, leaving only the injured Abiao and Chen Fan, who was still sitting there drinking tea.

Lin Bao paid no attention to these two and walked step by step toward Zhou Tianhao.

Zhou Tianhao's face was ashen, his legs trembling, but he still managed to say, "Brother Lin, we had no deep grudges in the past, just a territorial dispute. Now that you've returned with great martial arts skills, it's time to show your strength. I can give you half of my business, and we can split Chuzhou, what do you say?"

"Ha, do you think I would care about your measly assets?" Lin Bao's steps didn't stop.

Abiao just blocked in front of Zhou Tianhao and was thrown to the side, lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"I've been overseas for many years, and my assets are no less than yours. Zhou Tianhao, you've been confined to this small place, which has limited your vision. You're just a frog at the bottom of a well," Lin Bao said, walking up to him and patting his face with the back of his hand, smiling.

"Brother Leopard, Brother Leopard, it's my fault, I'm just a frog at the bottom of a well. Spare me, please," Zhou Tianhao, having lost his last line of defense, was no different from an ordinary person, trembling and saying, "You know I follow Master Wei. If you kill me, Master Wei won't let you off."

"The Wei family? What a great name," Lin Bao sneered. "If I kill you now and leave, can the Wei family catch me overseas? If they had that ability, you, Zhou Tianhao, wouldn't just be dominating a city but would be ruling the world."

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Leopard, you're right. Spare my life, please," Zhou Tianhao, unable to bear the pressure of death, fell to his knees, hugging Lin Bao's leg, and bowed his head.

Even a major figure would fear death, and perhaps even more so than an ordinary person, because he had tasted the power and wealth, and thus feared losing his life even more.

"Ha ha ha." Lin Bao laughed maniacally, feeling the years of pent-up frustration dissipate as he saw his former enemy, who had once chased him like a dog, now kneeling and begging.

Guo Wei, holding his chest, stood there, unable to move forward or backward, sighing, "Today, one wrong move, and everything is lost."

Abiao, lying on the ground, felt bitter as he watched the once powerful Zhou Tianhao now begging for mercy. If he had known this would happen, he would have followed his master to learn martial arts and entered the realm of internal strength, which would have been a great honor.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side:

"Zhou Tianhao, if you give me ten million, I'll save you."

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