Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 203 - 202: I’ll Give You Three Seconds

Chapter 203: Chapter 202: I’ll Give You Three Seconds

Song Guolong’s body was trembling.

His teeth were chattering.

The measures employed by Song Wuji were exceedingly effective; a video lasting less than a minute had thoroughly breached Song Guolong’s psychological defenses.

It was a transfer contract.

It was stipulated that Song Guolong, along with his family, would transfer all their resources and businesses. Once the contract was signed, Song Guolong would lose 99.99% of his wealth.

But.

At this moment, Song Guolong had no choice but to sign.

With Song Wuji’s measures, if he refused to sign, his whole family would likely suffer a complete downfall due to the Cold Blade matter.

The Song Family’s internal competition for eternal prosperity and dominance was always brutal, and if their insignificant family vanished, the Song Family’s key figures wouldn’t concern themselves in the slightest.

To a certain extent, Song Wuji’s actions today were backed by the Song Family.

Despite many years of trying, the Song Family had always schemed to consolidate resources, but Song Guolong had never anticipated that Song Wuji would be so ruthless.

To use the Cold Blade affair as leverage against him.

Now, there was only one way out of this predicament.

One miraculous solution that could instantly free him.

To find Cold Blade!

Regrettably, this solution was extremely unrealistic.

Song Wuji, with his palace coup, would not grant him any time.

Song Wuji, along with the middle-aged man behind him, were both Cultivators, and there were also Cultivators among the surrounding bodyguards.

Even though this was his home turf, he didn’t stand a sliver of a chance.

Signing the contract was his only option.

"Uncle Guolong, have you made up your mind?" Song Wuji asked with an indifferent smile.

"May I take another look at the contract?" asked Song Guolong.

"Fine, I’ll give you ten minutes," Song Wuji replied as he lifted his wrist, glancing at the diamond-studded Patek Philippe that shimmered in the light.

Song Guolong stood before Song Wuji, flipping through the contract page by page.

In truth, he knew the contract wasn’t worth a second look; it had been meticulously crafted by numerous professional lawyers, and scrutinizing it further would reveal no loopholes.

But Song Guolong was not reconciled.

With so many onlookers.

His face, Song Guolong’s face, was utterly disgraced today.

He detested Song Wuji, wishing he could kill him.

Alas, he was powerless.

Hundreds of guests watched from outside, not one stepping forward to help.

"Dad, should we assist Uncle Song?" Nangong Wan’er asked with concern.

"We can’t help for now," Nangong Lin shook his head.

Lin Hao watched on without any expression, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

The ten minutes passed in a blink.

"Uncle Guolong, please sign," Song Wuji grinned, "I still have to find the next one. This time, quite a few people have been colluding with Song Decai."

Behind him, the middle-aged man timely threw a pen, landing it in front of Song Guolong.

"I’ll sign, but I have one condition," Song Guolong said with trembling hands as he picked up the pen, "Don’t harm a single hair on my son."

"Rest assured, your son is of no use to me," Song Wuji responded calmly.

"Fine."

Song Guolong grasped the pen, his hand shaking.

Slowly, he began to write.

"What are you doing?!"

Just as his pen touched paper, an abrupt voice rang out from the entrance, a bodyguard spoke coldly: "Please leave, this is not a place for you to enter."

The sudden voice caught everyone’s attention.

Everyone looked toward the entrance.

Standing before the bodyguard.

A young man, about eighteen, stood there alone.

Seeing him.

Song Guolong was immediately taken aback, then a hint of surreptitious joy surged from the depths of his eyes!

He almost forgot!

Here, Song Wuji is not the only Cultivator!

Lin Hao is one as well!

And more than that, a Grandmaster!

Among those present, if anyone could save him,

It could be none other than Lin Hao.

"Scram."

Lin Hao indifferently spat out a word, a domineering aura surged out instantly.

A single word, bland as a muffled thunder, echoing in the ears of the bodyguard.

In an instant, the bodyguard’s knees went soft, and he knelt down.

This scene left the spectators outside utterly astonished.

"Who is this guy?"

"Why did that bodyguard kneel down?!"

"He even dared to barge into the Song Family’s turf; does he have a death wish?"

Amidst the astounded murmurs, Lin Hao took steps, unhurried, walking towards the hall inside.

At the same time.

Song Wuji’s gaze shifted to Lin Hao.

A hint of surprise surfaced in his eyes.

Just one look.

That middle-aged man stepped forward, extending his hand to block Lin Hao: "Sorry, please leave."

"Boom!"

His response was met with a punch.

Lin Hao’s punch.

Quick and fierce.

Directly landing on the man’s head.

A muffled sound echoed.

On the spot, the middle-aged man tumbled to the ground, directly knocked out, motionless like a corpse.

"Any more who wish to stop me?" Lin Hao surveyed his surroundings, his gaze utterly calm, very, very calm.

However.

Everyone around was completely dumbfounded.

The previously chattering guests were now ensnared in silence.

Each of them stared at Lin Hao as if looking at a madman!

Daring to lay a hand on a member of the Song Family!

In Jiangbei, who could save him now?!

Even if he knocked out the middle-aged man, it was doubtful that this young man could leave this place.

"Wan’er, your friend is quite interesting," Nangong Lin said with a smile, his words laced with deep meaning.

"Is that so?" A peculiar glint flashed in Nangong Wan’er’s clear eyes. As she looked towards Lin Hao, an inexplicable flush of red appeared on her pretty face.

"Interesting." Suddenly, Song Wuji spoke up, his eyes deep and filled with a chilling intent, "Song Guolong, is this your hired help or your bodyguard?"

Toward Song Guolong, he no longer addressed him as Uncle Guolong, calling him by name instead, clearly showing the extent of anger in his heart.

"This is, this is my friend," Song Guolong hesitated briefly but eventually gritted his teeth, choosing to stand by Lin Hao’s side.

"A friend, I didn’t expect that in this world there’d be fools who don’t care about their own lives for the sake of a friend." When the middle-aged man fell, Song Wuji didn’t show the slightest panic.

Because his own strength was even greater than that of the middle-aged man!

"Kid, will you break your own legs, or will you break your own arms?" He looked at Lin Hao, not even bothering to ask for Lin Hao’s name, pronouncing his fate directly.

"Break arms and legs? Just by you? Are you sure you’re not joking?"

A hint of a smile curved on Lin Hao’s lips. He approached the table, pulled over a chair all to himself, and sat down calmly. Taking the contract from Song Guolong’s hand, he leisurely looked it over.

With such behavior, Song Wuji’s face turned utterly grim.

This was a complete disregard for him!

Ever since he became the strongest among the younger generation of the Song Family, ever since he gained the rights of the Song Family, for the first time, this was the first time anyone dared treat him like this.

And it was a mere eighteen-year-old kid.

His fingers intertwined, as he struggled to suppress the fury in his heart: "You have three seconds to kneel down, or else... die."

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