"Xiao Ding!"
The others snapped out of their daze and cried out in shock.
The young man Lin Shuguang had sent flying lay amid the wreckage, coughing up mouthfuls of bloody foam as he stared toward the entrance, his eyes filled with terror.
A middle-aged man with silver-gray hair stepped out of the crowd and glared over, putting on a fierce front despite his fear. "You've gone too far!"
Lin Shuguang glanced at him. "Are you in charge here?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help taking a step back. "I... I'm not."
No sooner had he spoken than-
An irresistible force blasted him off his feet.
Through the billowing dust came Lin Shuguang's indifferent voice. "Then shut your mouth and tell whoever's in charge to get out here!"
"Sir-" Someone else tried to speak, but one calm glance from Lin Shuguang made him swallow everything else he had been about to say and retreat a step in terror.
Just then, someone emerged from the back of the crowd.
The others respectfully stepped aside at the sight of him, calling out, "Uncle Zhong."
The newcomer wore a traditional Tang jacket and looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His expression was stern, and he seemed accustomed to giving orders. The others clearly held him in considerable awe.
Uncle Zhong stood before the crowd, his cold gaze settling on Lin Shuguang's face. "I'm in charge here. Whatever your business is, feel free to state it. But causing such a scene at Yisheng Business today-aren't you showing far too little regard for our business?!"
Boom!
Lin Shuguang remained expressionless, but a terrifying, explosive gale force whipped up around him.
A saber light, violent to the point of merciless brutality, savagely tore through the air before it with an earth-shaking roar.
The saber light