If You Want to Die, Don't Drag Me Down With You

A Hu's punch was fierce and mighty, whipping up a fierce wind. It seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.

Even an ox would probably have dropped on the spot if it had been hit.

Yet Ye Tian couldn't even be bothered to raise an eyelid. He raised his arm with an air of indifference.

He caught A Hu's fist in his palm with effortless ease.

"Is that all the strength you've got?"

A Hu's expression changed drastically. He could hardly believe it.

Before he could react, Ye Tian exerted a little force, twisting A Hu's wrist against the joint.

Jagged shards of white bone protruded from the wound.

Ling Tian had snapped his wrist bone.

"Get lost!"

With a sharp shout from Ye Tian, A Hu's body, weighing a full two hundred jin, flew through the air and crashed heavily to the ground in front of Liu Xinglong.

"Argh!" A Hu groaned in pain. He scrambled to his feet and clutched his wrist, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He looked at Ye Tian, his gaze filled with fear.

Hiss!

This!

Liu Xinglong's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at Ye Tian in horror, a storm of shock surging through his heart.

He knew better than anyone how formidable A Hu was.

Yet he had never expected A Hu to lose to Ye Tian in a single move, and so miserably at that!

After a brief moment of shock, a terrifying thought suddenly sprang into Liu Xinglong's mind.

His face went pale, and he cried out in alarm.

"Martial artist!"

Cold sweat instantly streamed down Liu Xinglong's face.

A Hu had gotten his start fighting in underground boxing matches. His external martial arts had long since reached a near-supernatural level, and he rarely encountered a worthy opponent.

Yet Ye Tian had defeated A Hu with effortless ease.

There was only one explanation: Ye Tian was a martial artist!

Ordinary people might not know what a martial artist was.

But Liu Xinglong had come up through the jianghu, and he knew all too well how terrifying martial artists were.

Martial artists were the true powerhouses of this world, possessing all manner of incredible abilities.

They were far beyond the likes of A Hu, an expert in external martial arts.

More than ten years ago, he had seen a martial artist with his own eyes, barehandedly slaughter an entire major gang of a hundred people.

Even when the authorities arrived, they could only stand by and watch, not daring to interfere.

They let the martial artist drift away after he had finished killing.

That scene had left an indelible impression on Liu Xinglong.

From then on, he had been filled with awe and fear of martial artists.

Unfortunately, martial artists were all too rare in real life.

In all his decades of life, Liu Xinglong had only ever seen that one.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to meet one in his own hotel today.

When a martial artist was angered, blood flowed like a river!

Even if Liu Xinglong had been given a hundred times the courage, he still wouldn't have dared to act up in front of a martial artist.

Liu Xinglong hurried over to Ye Tian at a trot.

He bent over, his face full of respect, and spoke fearfully.

"Young master, I offended you just now."

"I apologize to you."

Liu Xinglong's body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down his face.

He was terrified that Ye Tian would kill him in a fit of anger.

Ye Tian gave him an indifferent glance and drifted away.

He really couldn't muster any interest in dealing with an ant like him.

Phew.

Only after Ye Tian had left the hotel did Liu Xinglong let out a long breath, feeling utterly drained.

He had actually attacked a martial artist just now. The thought alone filled him with lingering fear.

He had been incredibly lucky to survive.

"President Liu, our children were holding their banquet at your hotel."

"Now they've both been killed."

"You have to stand up for us!"

Liu Hao and Wang Ting's families cried and shouted to Liu Xinglong, tears streaming down their faces.

Liu Xinglong's face turned cold, and killing intent surged through him.

"Stand up for you, my ass!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Liu Xinglong raised his foot and kicked them aside.

Then he looked at everyone in the hotel with icy eyes and spoke harshly.

"No one is allowed to go out and talk about what happened today."

"Otherwise, I'll kill him!"

Everyone fell silent as cicadas in winter and nodded in agreement.

Although Liu Xinglong had been as meek as a grandson in front of Ye Tian just now,

to ordinary people like them, he was a powerful figure who held the power of life and death.

Now that Liu Xinglong had ordered them to keep their mouths shut, who would dare go out and talk unless they had a death wish?

The crowd dispersed, and Liu Xinglong took out his phone and made a call.

"Do something for me."

"If you can't do it, go jump into the sea yourself!"