Let There Be Light

After the people of Zhao Family Fort retreated into the distance, they left four people watching from afar while the rest fled in panic.

Lang Zhen watched them coldly and made no move to stop them.

He appeared calm, but Second Deng was quite excited. "Brother Wolf, you're still the best. You acted without saying a word."

Second Deng was at the age of youthful high spirits, and what he liked most was settling grudges with a free hand.

As for how to deal with the aftermath after hurting someone, he did not particularly care—humiliating a Martial Master deserved such retribution.

Lang Zhen merely snorted, then spoke expressionlessly. "You two be careful. There'll be a hard fight soon."

"A hard fight it is," Eldest Deng said. Rarely, the usually quiet man spoke up. There was little expression on his face, but flames flickered in his eyes. "If we earned this money, then we have to do this work... don't we?"

"That's right." Second Deng looked eager for battle. "You can tell from what they did that this bunch came to test us. If they can't extort us, they'll get serious. But, hehe... are we afraid?"

Young disciples grew old in the martial world. Every young Martial Warrior fresh from the world was filled with hot blood that refused to yield.

Lang Zhen looked at the two of them and remembered his younger days. Rarely, he smiled. "The key is, being afraid won't help."

That was right. The moment the other side named a price of two hundred silver dollars, trouble had already arrived. Since they could not avoid it, they could only face it head-on.

Eldest Deng tilted his head toward Feng Jun's room. After hesitating, he spoke four words. "Do we hold the line?"

He was not afraid of