"Yang, you damned bastard, have you got the guts to let your grandpa out? I'll fight you for three hundred rounds!"
Inside a quiet room in the Headquarters' back courtyard.
Hua Linglong and the others had been locked inside.
Wang Mazi's disciple, in particular, had his hands and feet bound behind him and had been stripped of his clothes, leaving only a pair of brightly patterned boxer shorts and his round, bulging belly.
They had no choice but to strip him. He was covered in dangerous explosives.
Seeing Wang Mazi cursing nonstop, Hua Linglong covered her eyes in utter exasperation and snapped, "Stop your damn cursing. And keep a proper eye on that disciple of yours. His martial arts are nothing special, but he managed to pull four or five grenades out of his crotch. Isn't he afraid they'll go off in there?"
Wang Mazi also looked at his disciple, who lay on the floor like a fleshy worm. He had rescued the lad from a gang of thugs while wandering around Hong Kong. He was a simple, dim-witted fellow, honest to a fault.
But he had a one-track mind. Facing Situ Wudi earlier, he had actually grabbed two grenades and tried to charge.
"Why didn't you make a move just now? He may have reached Foresight Perfection, but our Joint Attack Method is no joke either. And with Youying..." Wang Mazi's eyes gleamed fiercely, harboring killing intent.
No matter what anyone said, he could not come to terms with Lian Youming's death.
Hua Linglong rolled her eyes. "Enough. The gang leader isn't dead yet."
"Not dead?" Wang Mazi's expression instantly turned stunned.
Even the plump young man wriggling and struggling on the floor raised his head blankly.
Seated on a meditation cushion, Hua Linglong said thoughtfully, "He's probably