Chapter 809: Chapter 72: Exposure, Intuition! (8000-Word Chapter)_5
At this mont, the gamblers had already fled, and Wang Anfeng stepped on the chest of the middle-aged steward, looking at the hidden wooden door entrance, he said, “I’ve long heard that the fifth of the Wu Family has nurous eyes and ears, and nothing can be kept from you in Anding and Jinquan quarters. It’s apt that I have business today, and I ca specifically to seek your counsel.”
Li Hu had already felt like crying without tears, standing firmly behind Wang Anfeng.
After a dozen breaths, perhaps because the steward under Wang Anfeng’s foot scread too miserably, or perhaps because the steward had been with him for several years, a hoarse voice rang out in the now empty casino, as ghostly as a specter, shifting from left to right, front to back, making it impossible to discern where it originated, and slowly said:
“Though the blind man is just a blind man, he also has his rules.”
“Since you broke my rules, why should the blind man listen to you?”
“Old Liu, you’ve been with for over twenty years, and now you’ve encountered trouble, rest assured as you go, for your son, I will treat him well.”
The steward under Wang Anfeng’s foot wept bitterly.
The surrounding martial artists slowly retreated, the wooden door suddenly opened, and a gaunt man erged, his face eerily androgynous, chilling to behold, but his qi chanism was imnse, and upon seeing him, the surrounding martial artists felt as if they had seen a Sea-Calming Divine Needle, their hearts imdiately settling.
Though they had little skill, they knew that this sinister looking master, since joining the boss, had indeed handled many troubleso matters.
Moreover, he was ruthless and left no survivors; even the young martial artist, who had been heavily touted in Jianghu of Xianping County, couldn’t last ten rounds under his hand before lying down.
If not for that youth’s family background, his head might have been ripped off with bare hands, leaving him lifeless.
Wang Anfeng glanced at the gaunt man who walked out, and slowly said:
“Really can’t?”
His reply was only a cold snort.
Wang Anfeng slowly moved his right foot off the steward’s chest, then threw the hand crossbow in his hand to the ground, making a sound. The steward crawled away far off, while Li Hu’s mouth jerked, thinking perhaps this grandmaster before him had gone mad to discard his only leverage.
At this mont, he suddenly heard a long drawn-out breathing sound.
This sound was too calm, too long, not like a human’s breath; instead, it reminded him of the sound the wind made through the treetops when he lay on stones atop the mountain as a child.
In the next instant, a tangible storm appeared in his line of sight.
Wang Anfeng stood upright, inner strength frantically circulating within him. Though rarely exhibiting his aura outside so wildly, his qi chanism soared instantly, making the surrounding air oppressive, visible gas waves erupting, and then expanding circle after circle at an astonishing speed and force.
The entire ground seed to tremble.
The gaunt man, who bore the deanor of a great master, turned ashen instantly, feeling his qi chanism stagnate, body heavy, barely able to move, heart pounding furiously, feeling a massive, overwhelming pressure that almost pressed him into the ground.
While in his vision, the cold, unyielding swordsman before him only rose taller and taller.
His vision dimd, making Wang Anfeng seem to obscure ‘Heaven and Earth,’ just standing there, exerting an indescribable imnse pressure that rendered him immobile, speechless, even breathless.
Wang Anfeng suddenly stepped forward.
The step was calm, but the gas waves spread abruptly, with cracks frantically spreading over the ground, the walls split with cracks, and gravel and dust cascaded from the ceiling.
Just as Li Hu felt he was about to die, a voice echoed from the wall’s innermost section, saying:
“…Sir, everything is negotiable…”
Wang Anfeng shook his head, placed his right hand on the Barrier Blade’s hilt, didn’t grip it, but lightly flicked the copper-covered handle with his finger, producing a clear resonant sound, saying:
“Following rules is good.”
“I’ve always liked people who follow rules.”
With each word, his aura strengthened, the sound of fingers flicking the handle beca crisper and more prolonged, endlessly echoing.
To Li Hu, it felt like an entire day and night had passed.
A heavy sigh rang out from within.
“Great Sir, whatever you want, do speak up.”
“As long as the old blind man can get it for you, there will be no second word.”
Wang Anfeng’s aura was released and then withdrawn instantly.
Everyone collectively exhaled deeply, feeling as though the entire world had beco much brighter.
PS: Today’s update delivered… Eight thousand words
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