Chapter 893 - You Wanna Send The Money Or Get Beaten? (1/2)
Chapter 893: You Wanna Send The Money Or Get Beaten?
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
The eyes of Zhang Hongding, the ancestor of the Zhang, were blazing with anger. He could easily tell that Mo Awu erupted an aura that was stronger than what he could muster. The oppressive feeling brought by his momentum forced him to cast away his previous contempt.
“You must still hold the virtue of respecting the old and cherishing the young, young man.”
As his voice faded away, he turned into a shadow and flashed towards Mo Awu with dozens of fist strikes that were swiftly delivered in just a second.
BOOM…
The dull clashes of punches made the majority of the onlookers slightly change in expression. Chen Anhu was the most shocked as he was once one of the top special commandos in China. He had gone through hails of bullets and storms of fire and water, blazing through the path of killings, encountering many experts an unknown number of times. Nevertheless, he had never encountered such terrible existences like these people; they were much more powerful than the martial art grandmasters he saw in movies.
A few seconds later, Zhang Hongding staggered seven steps backwards with green veins protruding on his old face. His eyes gleamed with disbelief while the gray coat on his chest was torn, a mark of a palm clearly printed on his chest.
Mo Awu retracted and composed his aura back while looking at Zhang Hongding contemptuously. He then came to Tang Xiu immediately and respectfully reported, “This old guy has lost, Boss.”
Tang Xiu nodded with satisfaction and gently flicked his fingers. As Mo Awu retreated to the side, he calmly said, “So, how was it? Do you think it’s still necessary to go further than that?”
Zhang Hongding shook his head with an astringent face. He just had a blow with Mo Awu. The clash had been only several seconds. The others might not be able to see the crux of the issue, but he was perfectly clear that he had lost—and even badly at that. If Mo Awu just wanted to kill him, he would have had at least several chances to do so.
“I lost,” Zhang Hongding watched Mo Awu with a complex expression, then turned to Tang Xiu as he sighed, “Sigh, this old man admits to have completely lost. Please state your purpose of coming to my Zhang House, young man!”
Tang Xiu got up and clapped his hands, then smiled, “You admit your defeat, so things will be much easier now. So, Patriarch Zhang, can I still count on your word?”
There was shame in Zhang Pinqin’s eyes when he coldly replied, “Choosing to gamble means that I dare to pay the losses as well. State your conditions.”
A cold expression covered Tang Xiu’s face as he replied in a heavy voice, “From now henceforth, the Zhangs are forbidden to have any thoughts on those ports. Additionally, you will transfer at least two other ports you own within three days to compensate the mental damages Uncle Chen has gone through.”
“You have my word,” replied Zhang Pinqin while clenching his fists.
Tang Xiu scornfully sneered, “I only will take two ports from you this time. But all of you Zhang guys had better remember my words. Ask me clearly first before you do your machinations involving the people I care about. I don’t care if you provoke others, but if you do that to my people, then I’ll destroy your whole family.”
Just as his voice faded away, a surge of aura blasted out from him along with the appearance of a longsword in his hand, causing numerous people in the courtyard feel suffocated by the pressure. Tang Xiu brandished that sword toward the three-story European-styled pavilion in the north.
The sword qi flashed unhindered with a rainbow-like sword beam.
The stylish European-style pavilion instantly split in half before it rumbled and collapsed, sending a mist of dust into the air.
Hiss…
A cold gasp was let out by Zhang Hongding, the ancestor of the Zhangs. He shuddered violently while his eyes watched Tang Xiu with a look of fear.
That aura… and that strength…
It was so obvious to him, making him realize that Tang Xiu’s accomplishment in martial arts was at least several realms higher than his. This young man was highly likely to be a cultivator himself, even at least at the stage of Golden Core. It came to him that if it were Tang Xiu who clashed with him a while ago, a slap from him could have killed him easily.
The shocks and horrified expressions of the Zhang Family’s members made Tang Xiu feel satisfied as it meant that he had achieved his purpose to set up his might and prestige to them. Therefore, he didn’t feel like staying any longer. He then looked at Kutu coming from Thailand and indifferently said, “Go back to Thailand earlier and pass my message to your Dark Shaman Patriarch: ‘I’ll come to visit your clan a few days from now’.”
“Alright!”
Despite being a powerful shaman, Kutu didn’t dare to be disrespectful before Tang Xiu. The longsword Tang Xiu had just showcased sent a chill down his spine and he was perfectly aware that he was absolutely not Tang Xiu’s opponent, not even his Patriarch.
On the way back, Chen Anhu felt like he was dreaming. The difficult problem that had plagued his mind recently had been resolved by Tang Xiu so easily. More so that he never thought that he could even snatch two more ports from the Zhangs. It must be noted that those two ports occupied by the Zhangs were very good places which would be a great boon to expand the scale of his business and earn a fortune.
“By the way, Tang Xiu, can you tell me whether this Uncle Chen of yours can be as powerful as you?” Chen Anhu couldn’t help but ask as he looked at Tang Xiu beside him who closed his eyes and didn’t speak.
“If you were 20 years younger, maybe there would be hope for you, Uncle Chen,” Tang Xiu shook his head and smilingly replied. “But now there is not, though you can cultivate some cultivation techniques to strengthen your body and can prolong your lifespan. If you want it, I’ll stay in your place for a day and impart you with something.”