"Hmm, I need to take a leak, going out for a moment, excuse me for a while," Murong Baiyun said.
After finishing speaking, he stood up and was about to walk outside.
"You stop right there!" Zhao Ling’er snapped coldly.
"What can I do for you, beautiful?" Murong Baiyun replied with a smile.
"Sure, you can leave, but bring the 10,800 billion first. If there’s even a penny missing, I wouldn’t mind letting my husband wipe you out!" Zhao Ling’er said with a frosty expression.
"Don’t say we didn’t warn you! When Zhang Xiaohao gets fierce, he’s really something! Unless you abandon your identity as the legitimate young master of the Murong Family and flee to the ends of the earth, finding a corner to hide in, otherwise, he will appear at your doorstep!" Zhou Yating said indifferently.
"Heh heh," Murong Baiyun gave an awkward laugh.
The step he was about to take instantly retracted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to apologize! The fighters competing tonight might have eaten something bad, all feeling unwell! The following gambling matches are canceled, please come back tomorrow! We apologize for any inconvenience caused and to compensate for your losses, all expenses at Yinuo Qianjin tonight are on the house!"
A deep, hoarse voice came from the screen.
"Yating, did you see that? Under my husband’s silver might, these guys got so scared that they canceled all the matches. Hahaha, this feeling is just too great," Zhao Ling’er laughed triumphantly.
"Yeah! This guy, even just trying to sleep causes such a big commotion, he really is quite annoying!" Zhou Yating said jealously.
After the two women finished speaking, they looked at Murong Baiyun with amused eyes.
"Cough! Cough! Why are you two looking at me? Do I have a flower growing on my face?" Murong Baiyun forced a smile and said.
Inside, he wished he could drag those backstage bastards out and feed them to dogs!
Fuck, that’s a whole 10 trillion RMB! Even if he was sold, he couldn’t possibly have that much money! Even the entire Murong Family, though powerful and with many industries, might have that much when totaled!
But to take out so much money all at once would definitely knock them from the peak back down to the beginning, instantly turning them into a pathetic stray dog.
"There are no flowers on your face! It’s gold, even more expensive than gold! Stop dawdling and pay up," Zhao Ling’er urged.
"If you dare to renege on the debt, be ready to face Zhang Xiaohao’s wrath!" Zhou Yating warned coldly.
Tens of trillions! Such a huge sum of money, even if you start counting now, you probably won’t finish by the time you’re old.
Even if you tried burning it, you’d likely dry up a whole river, wouldn’t you?
"Heh heh, I really need to pee, can you let me go to the restroom first?" Murong Baiyun said with embarrassment.
"Sure! After a while, I’ll just have my husband wipe this place out!" Zhao Ling’er said coldly.
At that moment, the door was violently kicked open from the outside.
Brother Dao led a group of men, full of murderous intent as they charged in from outside.
His gaze swept over and subconsciously ignored Murong Baiyun, landing on Zhao Ling’er and the other two.
"Fuck! You three have some nerve, daring to cheat! Come on, hack them to pieces with random knives!" Brother Dao barked with killing intent.
After finishing, he waved his hand dominantly.
The group of strong men he brought with him, grasping the cold, gleaming knife handles, advanced towards Zhao Ling’er and Zhou Yating with menacing intent.
"Husband, save me! Someone wants to kill us," Zhao Ling’er shook Zhang Xiaohao’s head vigorously and shouted.
"Zhang Xiaohao, wake up, someone wants to kill us!" Zhou Yating said urgently.
"Hmph! Daring to make trouble at our Yinuo Qianjin, go to hell!" A security guard at the Foundation Establishment Realm roared.
Wielding the cold blade in his hand, he chopped towards Zhao Ling’er.
"Ah..." Seeing this scene, Zhao Ling’er let out a scream of terror.
Just at the critical moment, an indifferent voice rang out.
"Who gave you the guts to lay a hand on my woman?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With a probe of two fingers, he clamped the steel saber that was hacked towards him and forcefully twisted!
Crack! Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
He broke the saber into pieces and, holding a shard, slashed forward.
A head soared into the sky.
Seeing the people around him swinging their steel sabers once more, a cold light flashed in Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes.
He threw the broken saber in his hand, impaling the head of one person, fiercely cleaving their head in two, and with a profound reluctance, the fellow’s cold body toppled to the ground.
Immediately following,
Zhang Xiaohao flicked his index finger, unleashing the Yellow Spring Finger, dark streams of finger force burst from the heart of his palm, shooting towards those rushing him.
A series of headshots echoed.
In less than a breath’s time, the twenty or so attackers were all slain by Zhang Xiaohao.
"Your turn!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Ah! What do you want to do?" Brother Dao said in terror.
His gaze instinctively swept to the side, and upon seeing Murong Baiyun sitting gloomily on the couch, he bolted towards him like seeing a savior.
Wrapping his arms around Murong Baiyun’s thighs, he cried out for help.
"Young Master Baiyun, save me!"
"Does he have the guts to save you?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered disdainfully.
"Hmph! You cocky brat, don’t be smug. In the presence of Young Master Baiyun, with the Four Elders here, it’s not your place to run wild!" Brother Dao said arrogantly.
"Is that so? Well then, let’s see who can save you tonight!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
His right hand suddenly seized, and a vast suction erupted from his palm.
"Come here!" Zhang Xiaohao bellowed.
He forcibly grabbed Brother Dao, and though he was at the Peak of Hundred Veins Realm, he was still too weak in front of Zhang Xiaohao, too weak to even resist.
Holding him by the neck with both hands, Zhang Xiaohao said with a taunting tone.
"See that? That’s the Young Master Baiyun you talk about, your reliance! In front of me, dragons lie and tigers kneel! If anyone dares babble nonsense, I can snap them dead with just a finger!" Zhang Xiaohao boasted.
"Young Master, save me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Xiaohao squeezed with his palm, instantly breaking his neck and casually tossing his body in front of Murong Baiyun.
"Speak! How do you plan to settle this matter?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold smile.
"Brother Zhang, can I say I was also unaware of this matter?" Murong Baiyun said with a wry smile.
He already detested Brother Dao to his core; if he were still alive, he would personally exact his vengeance.
"Is that so? As long as you can survive a punch from me without dying, I will consider everything tonight written off! Including that debt of over a hundred billion RMB, I can pretend it never happened!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.