Bullies Backed by Power. If Liu Ruyan or that worthless Bai Ye held a grudge against him and secretly sent people to ambush him at the antiques market, then everything made perfect sense.
Having figured out that line of reasoning, Ling Xiaodong's lips involuntarily curled into a smug, contemptuous sneer.
He took a hard drag on the Hongtashan cigarette in his hand.
"Humph! Liu Ruyan, Bai Ye..."
A wild gleam flashed in Ling Xiaodong's eyes as he lowered his voice and muttered to himself.
"You two greenhouse flowers from Imperial Capital aristocratic families think you can bring down the mighty Lord of the Underworld with such a petty one-yuan trick?"
"What a joke!"
"One day, when I, Ling Xiaodong, soar to greatness and stand at the pinnacle of power in the Imperial Capital, I'll make you adulterous pair kneel at my feet and submit!"
"Especially you, Bai Ye, you Green Haired Turtle. If I don't snatch your fiancée and pin her beneath me, then I won't be named Ling anymore!"
After that bafflingly confident declaration, the gloom in Ling Xiaodong's heart finally faded somewhat.
Still cursing under his breath, he flicked away the burnt-out cigarette butt with his fingers.
He then straightened his collar, stepped forward in his somewhat worn flip-flops, and headed directly toward Room 801.
Meanwhile.
In a top-secret detention facility buried deep underground on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital.
Chu Feng was firmly shackled to an interrogation chair made of solid steel, heavy handcuffs and ankle irons binding him in place.
The Asura Lord, who usually commanded the winds and clouds, now hung his head low. His eyelids uncontrollably fought to stay open, while terrifying bloodshot veins filled his eyes.
Three whole days and nights!
Ever since that group of fully armed riot police had forcibly