As it turned out, getting by in the underworld meant having powerful backing.
Guanglong dared to collect protection money so brazenly and beat people with brute force in this society governed by law because he truly had connections in this city.
Eastsea's Gao Qiqiang had Eastsea's Gao Yuliang for an older brother.
With advances in technology, the Sun Moon Empire's old vision of letting ordinary people use soul tools had become reality. It had long since gone beyond everyday soul tools such as refrigerators and phones. Even some low- and mid-grade soul tools could be used by ordinary people, provided they were fitted with energy-containing "batteries."
That included mechas, though only low-grade ones. High-grade mechas placed considerable demands on their users' bodies and minds, demands ordinary people could hardly withstand.
Leading the hundred-odd men was a burly man who bore some resemblance to Guanglong: his older brother, Guang Biao. Seeing the battered Guanglong being supported by two lackeys, he flew into a rage and hurriedly ordered his men to take his brother to the hospital.
Just then, a voice as cold as ice suddenly rang out, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
"Did I say he could leave?"
"Who said that?!" Guanglong's brother, Guang Biao, turned around with a furious glare.
Xu Qingjia sat on the stool without shifting his posture, yet seemed to look down on the other man from on high. The aristocratic youth swept his gaze over the hundred-odd men, lingering for several seconds on the soul tools in their hands-tools forbidden to civilians. The warmth in his eyes gradually froze over.
"You're the one who hurt my brother?" Guang Biao's expression was dark.
"Sir, whatever my brother did before this, you owe me an explanation today."
Guang Biao had already learned what had happened on