"How would it matter if Huang Batian is dissatisfied? In Cang Hai, it's our Sister Ling who is the heaven!" Feiyan shouted furiously. Her subordinates charged forward and pinned Dog Three onto the table.
There was not a hint of fear on Dog Three's face; instead, a sinister smile crept over his lips.
He had apparently anticipated that Feiyan would capture him, and that was precisely his intention.
Then, Dog Three struggled and cursed, "Damn it, Feiyan, you wretched woman, I belong to Boss Huang, and even his people you dare tie up!"
"Dare to insult , slap her," Feiyan commanded.
"Slap, slap!"
Two crisp sounds echoed as a burly man summoned all his strength and fiercely slapped Feiyan twice across the face, turning it into a swollen ss.
Dog Three shouted twice, but a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth—it was a smile of achieving his purpose.
Just then, a sinister voice suddenly erged at the door,
"You dare to hit one of Huang Batian's n?"
No sooner had the voice faded than shadows swiftly surged through the doorway, filling up the entire Manchun Hall with over a hundred people.
These individuals were all experts, each holding swords, and among the leaders were several adept masters.
A man in a leather coat walked in; he carried an imposing aura, his square face emanated an innate authority, but most notable was his right hand—it had only four fingers, the thumb mysteriously severed.
As soon as Huang Batian entered, everyone stood up; none dared to sit in his presence.
"Boss Huang."
"Boss Huang,"
...,....
All heads were bowed, everyone respectfully called out 'Boss Huang,' only raising their heads after he had passed.
Feiyan startled, suddenly feeling uneasy. She had just made her n slap Dog Three when Huang Batian surged in, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had been manipulated.
Huang Batian, with his commanding presence—having been the leader for so long, he had that awe-inspiring aura.
Feiyan, standing before him, didn't dare to raise her head.
"Let him go," Huang Batian ordered. The two burly n holding Dog Three imdiately loosened their grasp, looked at Feiyan, uncertain of what to do next.
Feiyan nodded, and the two burly n released Dog Three.
Feiyan, with a brave face, raised her head; her gaze was unfocused, afraid to et Huang Batian's eyes.
"Boss Huang, I was performing a dance, and your man, Dog Three, interrupted . This is Sister Ling's turf; isn't this quite disrespectful towards Sister Ling?"
Huang Batian took a seat, leaning back and focusing on Feiyan, and said, "With your current status, you are not yet qualified to question . Today, you hit my man. I will hold Li Linglong responsible for this debt. Go and call Li Linglong over."
Feiyan, after hearing this, felt angry—Huang Batian's words were truly hurtful and arrogant!
But she really didn't dare argue with Huang Batian and quickly ordered her subordinates to summon Li Linglong.
Huang Batian, staring at Feiyan, said, "Li Linglong is probably busy dealing with the Beast Fighting Arena right now. It'll take so ti for her to co. Since we're free, dance for , for entertainnt."
Feiyan replied, "There's a rule in Manchun Hall; I, Feiyan, can only perform one dance per day."
Hmph!
Huang Batian scoffed, utterly indifferent.
Feiyan, afraid she couldn't contain Huang Batian, added another sentence, "These are the rules Sister Linglong set."
Huang Batian said, "This is my first ti at Manchun Hall, and also my first ti participating in the Beast Fighting. I, Huang Batian ca, can't you make an exception for , Feiyan, and dance just one dance for ?"
"Right, Feiyan, hurry and dance. Our Lord Huang wants to see you dance; it's your fortune to be asked, don't reject a face offered."
"Dog Three, you...!"
Dog Three's words greatly insulted Feiyan, and she was furious, her face flushed red. If it weren't for Huang Batian's presence, she would have beaten Dog Three up.
She held back her anger, ignoring Dog Three, and said gravely to Huang Batian, "Lord Huang, these are the rules Sister Linglong set. I, Feiyan, can only dance one dance per day."
"Then I want to see you dance today, so what should we do?" Huang Batian asked in a cold tone.
Although Feiyan's "Palm Dance" was stunning, for her, performing a dance was nothing out of the ordinary, sothing she could easily do.
People like Huang Batian, who had seen much of the world, didn't necessarily need to watch Feiyan's "Palm Dance."
The clash between the two was not really about whether to watch the "Palm Dance" or not, but rather a struggle for power.
If Feiyan danced, it would an breaking Li Linglong's rules, and Li Linglong would lose face to Huang Batian.
If Feiyan didn't dance, conversely, Huang Batian would lose face to Li Linglong.
Just after Huang Batian finished speaking, Feiyan felt a chill in her heart and for a mont, didn't know what to do.
She was Li Linglong's confidante and naturally wanted to uphold her dignity.
But Huang Batian was not soone to be trifled with. Feiyan couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted!
She didn't speak for a long ti, and a hint of anger appeared at the corner of Huang Batian's mouth; he said, "I want to see a dance today, and you refuse to dance. It seems I have to teach you a lesson, or you truly think you can treat , Lord Huang, like a pushover!"
Right after he finished speaking, one of the black-clad experts behind him drew his Treasured Sword. Before anyone could react, the Treasured Sword was already at Feiyan's neck.
The black-clad expert drew his sword swiftly and with great presence, clearly a master on par with Lin Tian.
With the Treasured Sword held at Feiyan's neck, she trembled all over. The expert behind her drew their weapons, as did those behind Huang Batian, but with more people on Huang Batian's side and Li Linglong not present, Feiyan's side visibly had less spirit by a third.
Huang Batian turned his back, saying, "I'm giving you thirty seconds to think this over. These thirty seconds might be your last on this earth. If you don't dance after thirty seconds, you will die."
"Thirty."
"Twenty-nine."
"Twenty-eight."
...
Huang Batian's voice was like the tolling of a death knell, each word bringing death closer to Feiyan.
Cold sweat dripped instantly from Feiyan as Huang Batian turned his back, leaving no room for negotiation. After thirty seconds, it was either dance or die.
Would she maintain Li Linglong's dignity at the cost of her life, or would she choose, rely to survive, to dance shafully for Huang Batian?
A difficult choice, what should Feiyan do?
Lin Tian watched from the side, curious as well, to see how Feiyan would choose.
"Ten."
"Nine."
More than half of the thirty seconds had passed when Huang Batian kindly reminded her once more.
"Feiyan, your ti is running out."
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