Apology

Xia Ping narrowed his eyes as he watched the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared. The aura radiating from the man was formidable, like a dormant beast; he was at least at the Grandmaster Sixth Heaven Realm.

Behind him followed a dozen more grandmasters, all of them experts at the Grandmaster Fourth Heaven Realm or higher.

The arrival of these grandmasters instantly suppressed the entire scene. It felt as if they were being watched by a pack of predators; should anyone dare to act rashly, they would be met with a thunderous strike.

"Rulong!"

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man looked up and immediately saw Wang Rulong hanging from the flagpole.

Wang Rulong had been suspended there for a day and a night, exposed to the wind and rain without a drop of water or a morsel of food. He was weak to the point of collapse, his face deathly pale; never in his life had he suffered such misery.

Seeing Wang Rulong in this state, the middle-aged man's expression darkened instantly. However, he was a man of deep composure and did not lash out on the spot, turning instead to look at Xia Ping.

"Mr. Xia, I am Wang Tong of the Wang Family. I have long admired your reputation, Mr. Xia. Truly, a hero emerges from the youth."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands toward Xia Ping.

Clearly, he had heard of Xia Ping's name and had even utilized the Wang Family's intelligence network to investigate everything surrounding him, gaining a preliminary understanding of the man.

Wang Tong also knew that Xia Ping was a core member of the Giant Corporation, backed by a behemoth even more terrifying than his own Wang Family. That was why he suppressed his inner rage instead of flying into a fury.

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