Looking at the imposing presence of the man in tight-fitting attire.
No further explanation was needed—Hee Ming instantly knew that this man was the expert hired by Black Tiger Hall: Huang Xiong!
However, as the leader of the Flame Dragon Association, Hee Ming couldn't afford to lose face before his men, even if he was aware of Huang Xiong's overwhelming strength.
Thus, Hee Ming casually sat on his chair with his legs crossed and said with a smile, "I assume you must be Mr. Huang?"
"Correct! Who are you?" Huang Xiong sneered coldly.
Just after Hee Ming stated his name, Huang Xiong took a step forward, making Hee Ming break out in cold sweat. Still, Hee Ming forced himself to continue: "Mr. Huang, don't act impulsively! Let's talk this through. The benefits Black Tiger Hall's Bai Que offered you must have been considerable, yes? But anything Black Tiger Hall can offer, we at Flame Dragon Hall can match! Feel free to name your price—what do you say?"
"You want to buy me off?" Huang Xiong chuckled as he casually pulled over a chair and sat facing Hee Ming.
"No one wants to make too many enemies, right?" Hee Ming said with a smile, as he waved to signal his men. Instantly, one of the Flame Dragon Association's subordinates approached with a box.
Huang Xiong looked at the box filled with cash and nodded with a laugh.
However, just as Hee Ming thought he had successfully convinced Huang Xiong, Huang Xiong's figure suddenly shifted. The subordinate holding the box screamed in agony and was sent flying.
One side of the hotel wall collapsed with a thunderous crash, and amidst the debris lay the unfortunate subordinate.
But now, his entire head was horrifyingly caved in as if struck by a mighty force—he was clearly dead!
Witnessing the tragic fate of his subordinate, Hee Ming couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, exclaiming in a low voice, "Mr. Huang, what is the meaning of this?"
"What's the meaning? Haha, don't you understand yet?"
Huang Xiong sneered coldly, "The price you've offered is far too low!"
"Too low? This is a full ten million! That's equivalent to our Flame Dragon Association's annual earnings! Mr. Huang, didn't you see?" Hee Ming retorted.
"Ten million? Haha! Bai Que gave me half of Black Tiger Hall's assets. Ten million versus half of Black Tiger Hall's wealth—what do you think I should choose?" Huang Xiong mocked.
Hee Ming suddenly realized that this negotiation would not end well.
Half of Black Tiger Hall's assets equaled at least fifty million! This was far beyond Hee Ming's means.
Seeing Hee Ming's face turn pale, Huang Xiong burst into laughter and said, "Hee Ming, don't you find it strange? Why is it that I came alone today, and yet not a single person from Black Tiger Hall accompanied me?"
Hee Ming's complexion became even more ashen.
"What... what do you mean?"
"Let me spell it out for you—right now, Black Tiger Hall is seizing your territories. By the end of tonight, none of you will leave here alive!"
As Huang Xiong spoke, he suddenly stomped hard. Cracks spread across the ground instantly.
This stomp was completely different from what Zhou Tian had demonstrated at the Flame Dragon Association!
After all, the association's floor was merely wooden planks, but the hotel's flooring was solid granite stone.
Watching Huang Xiong's display, Zhou Tian, who had always thought highly of his own abilities, suddenly felt his heart sink.
Initially, he had believed that despite Huang Xiong's age, even if he was a martial artist, he wouldn't have developed far and wouldn't pose much of a threat.
But whether it was the earlier strike that sent the subordinate flying or this stomp now, it was clear that Huang Xiong might be far stronger than Zhou Tian himself!
But the deal was already made, and the man was here.
Zhou Tongtian had no grounds to back out, so he leapt forward, landing in front of Huang Xiong. With a cold snort, he declared, "Huang Xiong, brat! Don't think that just because you're a martial artist, you can act unbridled! There's more than one martial artist here!"
"Ah, so a volunteer for death shows up! Haha, now that you're here, let's get this over with!"
It seemed Huang Xiong had long anticipated Zhou Tian's move. As soon as Zhou Tian stepped forward, Huang Xiong leapt to attack, aiming directly at Zhou Tian's throat.
Seeing this, Zhou Tian quickly shifted his footing to evade Huang Xiong's attack, shouting, "Let me, Zhou Tian, teach you the rules of the Yuntai Martial Arts World!"
In an instant, the two martial artists clashed.
As both were martial artists, their movements were lightning-fast—Hee Ming could barely catch glimpses of their figures and couldn't discern the specifics of their fight.
However, the tables, chairs, and furnishings within the hotel were shattered into pieces by their battle, leaving debris strewn across the floor.
Looking at the wreckage before him, Hee Ming felt like his heart was hanging by a thread.
On the one hand, he marveled at the immense power of martial artists—the spectacle unfolding felt like scenes from a martial arts drama or even something beyond that!
On the other hand, he worried about whether Zhou Tian could defeat Huang Xiong. While he was confident in Zhou Tian's abilities before coming here, after witnessing Huang Xiong's incredible strength, Hee Ming was no longer certain.
"Win! He must win! He absolutely has to win!"
Hee Ming muttered as he clamped his hands around his pants, nearly tearing the fabric in his anxiety.
Just then, a sudden scream echoed.
One of the fighters soared through the air like a projectile, crashing to the ground and spewing a mouthful of blood.
Hee Ming rushed to look, but instantly started shaking.
To his horror, the fallen fighter was none other than Zhou Tian, the man he had placed all his hopes in!
Zhou Tian, coughing up blood, looked terrified and sputtered, "You... You've actually reached the cultivation level of Hidden Energy... At your age—how... how is this possible?!"
"Why would it be impossible? You think achieving Hidden Energy is that difficult?"
Huang Xiong clapped the dust off his garments and sneered contemptuously, "In a tiny place like Yuntai, your strength is decent, but compared to me, you're mere trash! To be honest, even seven or eight years ago, I could've easily crushed you. Just now, I was simply toying with you!"
Zhou Tian, hearing this, felt his internal energy surge uncontrollably. He spat out another mouthful of blood before fainting on the spot.
Seeing this, Huang Xiong roared with laughter, while despair washed over Hee Ming like an avalanche.
Zhou Tian was defeated?
Who among them could possibly stand against this godlike demon of a man, Huang Xiong?
"Is... is Heaven determined to destroy me, Hee Ming?"
Hee Ming collapsed from his chair to the ground, his face filled with hopelessness.
"Haha, exactly! Heaven wants to destroy you, and I am Heaven! Haha!"
Huang Xiong laughed arrogantly as he strode forward, while the members of the Flame Dragon Association before him trembled and scattered, not daring to block his path.
But at that moment, a young man who had been watching indifferently stepped forward, blocking Huang Xiong's path to Hee Ming. With a serene smile, Ye Fei said, "Chairman Hee, I suppose it's my turn now?"