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Chapter 160 - 0157 You the Hell Understand Shit

Chapter 160: Chapter 0157 You the Hell Understand Shit

The Demon Hunting Mansion is full of trash.

No need to take it too seriously.

A few Noble Family Young Masters, new to Jiangdu City, dare to cause trouble here. If I don’t send them on their way, my mood won’t be much improved.

Serpent Gang Headquarters.

Inside the grand hall.

A group of Serpent Gang higher-ups indulged in wine and song, while a group of dancing girls displayed shameless flirtations, causing the surrounding higher-ups’ eyes to practically fall out of their sockets.

Decadence, corruption.

"Boss, nowadays the entirety of Jiangdu City is under your control. This place is your domain now," one higher-up flattered.

At this moment, the Boss was none other than the once Third Master, Nu Hetian.

He had been sent back to headquarters by Yin Ji, originally destined to face harsh punishment, given the gravity of his deeds. On the day Yin Ji was stationed at headquarters, the person in charge claimed he had rendered great service, and there might be a chance for him to stay at headquarters rather than returning to Jiangdu City.

Even though Yin Ji was pleased, he didn’t want to be involved in the murky waters of headquarters. He felt Jiangdu City suited him just fine and still preferred to return there.

But, unexpectedly.

The next day.

Things took a sudden turn.

He was arrested, the reason being simple: conspiring with Wang Zhou in Jiangdu City, collaborating with demons, and murdering the Boss who discovered everything.

"Hahaha." Nu Hetian laughed loudly. "Good, good. With all of you supporting me, Jiangdu City stands firm and indestructible. Come, have a drink; let’s toast to our bright future."

"To the Boss."

"To the Boss."

Everyone rose to their feet and raised their cups.

Many present were old members of the gang, and they hadn’t expected Nu Hetian, thought to be on the verge of ruin, to make a comeback—and even receive an imperial decree ordering Wang Zhou to be sent to Great Zhou City for punishment.

None were fools.

Clarity dawned in their hearts: someone was backing Nu Hetian, and that someone was far from ordinary.

Nu Hetian smiled, and he truly felt grateful to Wang Zhou and Yin Ji. If they hadn’t sent him to Great Zhou City, he wouldn’t have discovered his unshakable backing within the Serpent Gang.

Although merely a bastard child, with a lowly serving maid as his mother and possessing no real status...

Sometimes, though, life is just that strange.

He knew his life would be confined to Jiangdu City, yet he could summon the wind and rain as he pleased, act unscrupulously, and move unchallenged. That was more than enough; there was no need for grander ambitions.

At that moment.

BANG!

The grand hall’s doors were kicked open from the outside.

The noise was deafening.

Everyone inside the grand hall was momentarily stunned, turning their gazes in confusion to see who dared to be so audacious, behaving so wantonly on Serpent Gang territory. Did they not know what was happening here?

"You’re all certainly enjoying yourselves." Lin Fan entered, hands clasped behind his back, calm and composed, utterly unperturbed. His gaze swept across the room and landed on the shadowy figure seated above. "So it turns out it’s you."

He really hadn’t expected it.

The man once nearly beaten into excrement by his underlings—Nu Hetian—was now seated as the leader of the Serpent Gang. Truly, there was no one else fit to take this position.

The speaker was no nameless nobody.

Nu Hetian had no intention of responding, but upon seeing Lin Fan’s face, he abruptly stood up and bellowed in fury, "It’s you..."

He would never forget this face.

Humiliation, disgrace.

The greatest shame of his life was brought about at this man’s hands.

Many present also recognized the individual before them.

The bald head was the most striking feature.

The once bald constable had made them tremble in fear; the Serpent Gang’s operations in Jiangdu City had nearly been uprooted by this bald constable.

"Lin, you dare to return." Zhu Hou of the Mountain Opening Hall slammed the table and shouted, "The entire Jiangdu City is now under the Boss’s control. Do you alone think you can overturn everything?"

Lin Fan walked up with a smile, approached the table, grabbed a wine jug, took a sip, and savored it briefly. "The taste is indeed good. Well then." He chuckled, "Just me alone—I’ll show you the consequences of what happens when you act recklessly in my absence."

"Ridiculous." Zhu Hou knew he was inferior in strength, but the Serpent Gang was no longer what it used to be; the Boss had returned from Great Zhou City and brought reinforcements.

Nu Hetian gestured for silence. "I heard you participated in the Immortal Sect’s assessment. Yet you’ve returned, proving you did not become an Immortal Sect Disciple. You should have stayed outside and left well enough alone, yet you come back courting death. Fine, then—it’ll fulfill a wish of mine."

"Men, seize him. I want to handle him slowly."

At that moment, Nu Hetian clapped his hands.

In an instant.

Several figures appeared like phantoms within the room.

The Serpent Gang higher-ups saw these spooky figures appear and felt startled, then thrilled.

They all knew the Boss had brought back elite fighters upon his return from Great Zhou City.

These were Innate experts.

Their strength was terrifying.

Just one of them alone had suppressed Wang Zhou such that he had no room to fight back. Such strength was utterly fearsome.

"This kid is screwed."

"Hehe, does he think our Serpent Gang is still the same old weak lot?"

"These are the Boss’s mighty reinforcements—ghost-like speed, inner strength vast as the sea. Even with all of us combined, we wouldn’t be their match. And him alone? What can he change?"

"It’s still the same; he’s just walking into his doom."

Lin Fan stood firmly, paying no attention to these people. Bullying the weak wasn’t a good habit—but these weaklings managed to anger him enough.

"Seize him," Nu Hetian barked, sipping his wine, calm and composed.

In mere moments, this cocky young man would meet his fate.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The figures standing still suddenly moved like streaking shadows, as if employing some strange cultivation technique, making their movements impossible to track.

"Boss, what cultivation technique are they using? It seems powerful," Zhu Hou asked. He was currently the Boss’s most loyal sycophant, having undergone humiliating hardships in the dungeon like being beaten to excretion, which fostered a mutual camaraderie.

Thus his status in the Serpent Gang was now quite high.

Part of the Boss’s inner circle.

Nu Hetian replied, "That is the Phantom Illusion Divine Skill, a supreme skill distilled from Immortal Laws. Even the top-tier noble families don’t possess such excellence. Were it not for my standing at headquarters, there’s no way they’d have let me bring these elites back."

Zhu Hou immediately prostrated himself in praise. "Only the Boss could command such attention from headquarters. If you ask me, this kid won’t even be able to catch a glimpse of these elites’ silhouettes before meeting his end."

"Hahahaha." Nu Hetian laughed triumphantly. Life as it was now couldn’t be better—he was living extravagantly, deeply fulfilled, floating on cloud nine thanks to these elite protectors. His worries were non-existent.

The surrounding Serpent Gang higher-ups showed no signs of concern.

Perhaps the Boss’s confidence was contagious.

"Come, let’s continue eating. Let’s enjoy the entertainment this kid is about to provide," the Boss said.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"The Boss truly knows how to have fun."

"This is perfect!"

"Watching this kid’s performance adds flavor to dinner!"

Meat and wine were consumed alongside the spectacle’s anticipation.

Lin Fan stood his ground, observing the phantoms moving at a snail’s pace. Perhaps they thought their speed was unparalleled, but to Lin Fan, it was agonizingly slow.

Suddenly.

A figure appeared in front of Lin Fan, delivering a palm strike to his abdomen, releasing vast inner strength that rippled the surrounding air like tumultuous waves.

Quickly afterward.

The other elites joined in.

Palm after palm struck Lin Fan.

In their minds.

One of these strikes would surely spell Lin Fan’s demise.

"Impressive inner strength, the pinnacle of Martial Arts; but what a pity... a bunch of Martial Artists challenging a Cultivator only proves their lack of intelligence," Lin Fan said slowly, raising his hand and activating his Innate Divine Ability with a blinding flare. Against these opponents, only ruthlessness could teach them the meaning of fear.

The Innate elites froze.

They didn’t understand his words.

But then.

The unthinkable happened.

A sudden blade of cold light materialized before their eyes—it was unavoidable, inescapable, too fast. By the time they noticed it, death was already upon them.

SQUELCH!

SQUELCH!

The sound of chopping echoed.

A Serpent Gang higher-up was munching on meat when blood suddenly sprayed across his face, staining his vision blood-red, turning his world crimson.

Pieces of severed limbs fell into their plates one after another.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Terrified cries erupted from the higher-ups, who scrambled backward, dragging themselves on the ground, looking at Lin Fan as if they were facing an unspeakable demon god.

In the blink of an eye.

The elites who had unleashed the Phantom Illusion Divine Skill were all reduced to shreds.

The illusions vanished.

The once lively grand hall grew icy cold.

The atmosphere thickened.

Nu Hetian held his wine cup to his lips but froze in place, watching the entire scene unfold as his hand trembled uncontrollably.

CREAK!

CREAK!

His teeth chattered.

Sweat beaded his forehead as his previous calmness dissolved, leaving him a shadow of his former self.

"Heh." Lin Fan chuckled. The surrounding area radiated bloodshed while the space around him remained untouched by even a single drop of blood.

Nu Hetian’s throat twitched as he stared agape, forcing himself to swallow his drink, after which his body seemed to act without rational thought, propelling him forward until he crashed to his knees at Lin Fan’s feet.

Lowering the proud head he once held high.

"Lord Lin, I understand my mistakes; please spare me," Nu Hetian pleaded in submission.

The other higher-ups followed Nu Hetian’s lead.

They were like frightened ghosts.

This was too horrifying.

Especially for Nu Hetian—his heart was already filled with terror.

Those elites were supposed to be formidable martial artists from Serpent Gang’s headquarters, and they had confidently assured him that only a Cultivator could defeat them—against mortal Martial Artists, they were invincible. Even if they faced defeat, death wasn’t an option.

Lin Fan lowered his gaze, looking down on Nu Hetian.

"Jiangdu City is my hometown. Wang Zhou is my superior. My subordinates all hold great respect for me. Typically, I don’t interfere with how your Serpent Gang operates."

"But once you cross into matters involving those connected to me, it’s no longer small business—it’s a big deal."

"Do you understand?"

Nu Hetian trembled, stammering, "I understand, I understand. Please, spare me. I..."

SMACK!

Lin Fan slapped him so hard that Nu Hetian’s head flew off his neck and embedded itself into a pillar.

"You don’t understand shit."

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