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Her words caused a huge stir, like a stone thrown into a calm lake!

Many people had only noticed Hikawa Okazaka's strange accent and his martial arts-like attire before, without giving it much thought. But now, with Ling Yue directly pointing out his "Japanese" identity and listening closely to his distinctly foreign-accented Mandarin, they were immediately certain!

"An island nation?!"

"Damn it! It really is the Japanese!"

"Prince Hui, you're something else! You invited Japanese to beat up your own people?!"

"Damn it! These Japanese devils just ambushed the rich young master! Now they're turning the tables on him!"

"Damn it! Running wild in China? Do they think we're helpless?!"

"Brothers! Grab your weapons! We can't let those Japanese devils get away with this!"

Nationalistic sentiments were instantly ignited! Many of the hot-blooded young people present, who might have their own thoughts on ordinary days, were easily moved to sympathize with the thought of "our own people" being bullied by "outsiders," especially by "islanders" with whom they had a long-standing historical grudge. Someone shouted first, and soon, angry roars erupted in unison!
"Smash them!"

"Get out of China!"

"Kill these shameless Japanese devils!"

In the chaos, it's unclear who made the first move, but an empty beer bottle ripped through the night sky, whistling through the air, and smashed precisely into Hikawa Okazaka's head!

Hikawa Okazaka reacted extremely quickly, instinctively turning his head to dodge, and the beer bottle smashed onto the roof of the car behind him with a "crack," scattering glass shards everywhere.

But this is just the beginning!
Like a chain reaction, more "unidentified flying objects" were thrown from the angry crowd! Half-empty Coke bottles, mineral water bottles, gnawed barbecue skewers, and even pebbles picked up at random... they rained down on Hikawa Okazaka and his dozen or so men!

"Baka! Stop!"

"Ah! My head!"

"Stop smashing!"

"Get out of the way!"

Hikawa Okazaka and his boxers were caught off guard and were instantly smashed, running away in panic with screams of pain.

They were quite skilled, but they couldn't withstand the sheer number and variety of "hidden weapons" coming from all directions, making them impossible to defend against. In the blink of an eye, several people were hit on the forehead and shoulders, developing large bumps and wincing in pain.

They tried to rush into the crowd to fight back, but faced with hundreds of agitated young people holding various "weapons," their small number was no match for them. As soon as they got close, they were forced back by a more intense "bombardment" and could only hide in a sorry state behind several vehicles, using the vehicles as cover.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Hikawa Okazaka was furious, both shocked and enraged. He knew that if he stayed any longer, he would be smashed to death by these enraged young people. All talk of supporting Prince Hui and the spirit of Bushido was utterly meaningless in the face of his own safety.

He roared at his men, disregarding all manners and etiquette, and crouched low as they fled in a hail of bullets toward their car. The boxers followed suit, running faster than rabbits.

Before leaving, Hikawa Okazaka only had time to hurriedly shout a sentence to Prince Teru, who was also hit by several flying stones and was covering his forehead to dodge.

"Young Master Hui! I'm sorry! The situation is not good, we have to go first!"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already jumped into the car, the engine roared, and he sped out of the resort, disappearing into the night without even waiting for Prince Hui to respond.

Prince Hui stared dumbfounded at the taillights of the cars driven by Rikawa Okazaka and the others, then looked around at the still indignant and menacing crowd, and finally at Qin Luo across from him, who remained calm, as if the chaos had nothing to do with him...

A chilling sensation, mixed with boundless anger and bitterness, shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!
"Hikawa Okazaka... I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!!!"

Prince Hui roared inwardly, hurling every vile word he could think of at this Japanese boxer who deserted his post and disregarded "loyalty."

What kind of friends are these! What kind of loyalty is this! When disaster strikes, everyone abandons them! They left him here alone, facing this scoundrel Qin Luo and this mob of people who have been incited and are hostile to him!
The once bustling and aggressive "team" of over twenty people vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only Prince Hui standing alone. The night wind blew by, carrying the chill of late autumn, but it couldn't compare to even a fraction of the coldness and despair in his heart.

He looked up and saw Qin Luo's calm, yet seemingly powerful gaze, as Qin Luo walked towards him step by step, unhurriedly. Each step felt like it was stepping on his own heartbeat.

How to do?
Run? Where to run? In front of everyone, if Prince Hui runs away, how will he ever face anyone in Fujian again? Besides, can he even escape?
Fight? How can you fight? Even that little dog that Richuan boasted about was kicked to death by Qin Luo with one kick. If he goes up there, wouldn't he be offering himself up as food?

Begging for mercy? During the day in the detention center, he was even asked to kneel, but he didn't. Now, begging for mercy in front of everyone? That's worse than death!
Prince Hui's mind was in complete chaos. His lips were dry, and his hands and feet were ice-cold. All his previous arrogance, scheming, and confidence were completely stripped away at this moment, leaving only naked fear and bewildered confusion.

He was like a trapped beast cornered on the edge of a cliff, watching the hunter slowly approach, but finding no way out.

Prince Hui stood still, the night wind blowing through his sweat-soaked back, bringing a chilling sensation.

He watched Qin Luo approach step by step, that calm face appearing to him like the mask of death. Fear, like cold vines, coiled up from his feet, tightening around his heart.

A scene flashed uncontrollably through his mind—the strongest master that his mother Qiu Qinyun had spent a lot of money to hire from out of town, a ruthless man known as "Buddha" in the northern underground boxing world, was defeated by Qin Luo in front of him in the Xishan Villa with just one punch, only one punch!
He was watching from not far away when the Buddha's massive, bear-like body crashed to the ground, the blood spurting from his mouth staining the carpet red. He is still lying in the hospital, reportedly with spinal nerve damage, and will probably never be able to walk normally again... The power and consequences of that punch have become a nightmare that he can never shake off.

Even the Buddha couldn't withstand a single punch, so what is Li Guanghui? Qin Luo's kick that sent the puppy flying just now further confirmed that this fear wasn't unfounded. Fight? Absolutely no chance! Beg for mercy?

His kneeling plea in the detention center during the day was still ringing in his ears. He couldn't bear the shame of being seen by so many people! Was he really going to be beaten half to death like Situ Rui, or even worse?
Just as Prince Hui was racing through his mind, breaking out in a cold sweat, unsure how to deal with this relentlessly approaching god of death, a sudden, even greater commotion and exclamations erupted from the crowd on the periphery!
"Look! A lot of cars are coming!"

"Holy crap! What a sight!"

"They're Hummers! And Land Rovers too! A whole row of them!"

"Who is it? Such a grand entrance?!" Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it, even Qin Luo, who was pressing forward step by step, paused slightly and looked to the side.

On the road leading to the resort, the lights were dazzling, and the roar of engines grew louder and louder, deep and powerful.

A convoy was driving in, breaking through the night with an undeniable and imposing presence.

Leading the way was a massive, rugged white Hummer H2, resembling a white steel behemoth, its headlights gleaming and captivating. Closely following were six identical black Range Rovers, each a priceless vehicle, their surfaces gleaming like mirrors, reflecting a cold, hard sheen under the lights.

The convoy of seven cars drove straight to the edge of the lawn without stopping, stopped in unison, turned off their engines, and opened their doors almost simultaneously.

The driver's door of the white Hummer opened, and a foot wearing a black combat boot firmly landed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped down.

The newcomer was tall, about 1.85 meters, and had a slender yet exceptionally strong build, as if every inch of his muscles contained explosive power.

He had slightly long black hair, which was of excellent quality and shone with a cool sheen under the car lights and the distant neon lights. His hairstyle had a touch of the free-spirited and unruly style of "Chan Ho-nam" from old Hong Kong movies, but his temperament was completely different.

He lowered his head slightly, his long hair obscuring half of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline and tightly pursed, bloodless lips. Even with only half his face visible, he exuded an aura of unapproachability and extreme coldness.

He was dressed in simple black tactical pants and a matching tight-fitting T-shirt, with an open black jacket casually over them. Standing there, he exuded a powerful and dangerous aura, like a sharp blade hanging from its sheath, cold and piercing, making the surrounding noisy air freeze.

The moment Qin Luo saw this person, his brows furrowed slightly involuntarily. With his current perception and eyesight, he could instantly tell that this person was far superior to the likes of Crown Prince Hui, and even far surpassed any opponent he had ever encountered before.

That restrained yet ever-present sharpness made him feel a long-lost sense of pressure, as well as a touch of... excitement at the impending challenge.

"Master Dao! It's Master Dao! Master Dao is here!!"

Upon recognizing the person alighting from the carriage, Prince Hui's previously lifeless eyes instantly erupted with an unbelievable, ecstatic light, as if a drowning man had grasped at his last straw! He was so excited that his voice trembled, and he shouted out in a hoarse voice!

That cry of "Master Dao" was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire venue!
"Blade?! It's Blade from Anbang Group?!"

"Holy crap! It really is him! The legendary one!"

"The guardian of Anbang Group! The pinnacle of combat power! Why would he be here?"

"It's over, it's over! Qin Luo is in danger now! Even the Blade Sect has been mobilized, does Prince Hui have that much influence?"

"Blade... I've only heard legends about him, I never thought I'd see him in person today!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzy! Blade's name was legendary in the underworld and certain circles of Fuzhou, a true top-tier figure! All sorts of rumors about him were quickly unearthed and hotly discussed among the excited crowd.

"I've heard that Master Dao's throwing knife skills are unparalleled; he can hit a target from a hundred paces away. That's how he established himself in Anbang back then!"

"More than that! When Anbang Group was expanding at its fastest pace in its early years, it offended the bigwigs of seven surrounding cities and was besieged by them. It was in dire straits! At that time, it seemed that Master Dao had disappeared for three years, and everyone thought that Anbang was going to be finished."

And guess what? Just when Anbang was in its most critical moment, Master Dao returned! All by himself, overnight, those seven big shots, along with dozens of their most capable fighters, were all subdued and made to submit. In the end, those seven big shots personally knelt at the gate of Anbang Group's headquarters for two whole days and two nights!

Finally, he obediently handed over most of his assets and slunk away from Fuzhou, not daring to return for many years!

“I’ve heard of it too! There’s an even more outlandish story. It’s said that once, a mysterious woman stormed into Anbang’s headquarters all by herself, specifically asking to fight Daofeng one-on-one.”

That battle was said to be earth-shattering, and in the end... it seems like Blade suffered a slight loss? But that's just hearsay; no one has confirmed it. Anyway, Blade's strength is definitely at this level!

The speaker gave a thumbs up.

"Nonsense! Without real skills, how could he manage such a large organization as Anbang? How could Old Master An trust him like his own son?"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the intimidating power of the blade was amplified to an unprecedented degree. After the Japanese boxers from Hikawa and Okazaka fled in disarray, everyone thought that Prince Hui was in deep trouble and Qin Luo would display his prowess. Unexpectedly, the situation took a dramatic turn, and the true pillar of the Anbang Group appeared in person with such a massive entourage!

The doors of all six Range Rovers opened, and four people quickly got out of each car, their movements synchronized and well-trained.

There were a total of twenty-four elite men, all dressed in black tight-fitting tactical T-shirts, camouflage combat pants, and black high-top combat boots. Each of them had a cold expression, sharp eyes like an eagle, and a distinctly menacing aura that was different from that of ordinary thugs.

After they got off the vehicle, without any instructions, they quickly lined up in four rows behind Blade, six people in each row, standing straight like twenty-four silent black statues, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The sheer scale, the grandeur, and the quality of the personnel instantly made Prince Hui and his group from earlier appear like a rabble! The onlookers instinctively took a few steps back, making more space for this suddenly appearing, formidable team, while their eyes were filled with sympathy and worry as they looked at Qin Luo, who was alone in the center of the field.

"It's over... No matter how good Qin Luo is, he can't possibly take on Blade and his twenty-odd elite men by himself, can he?"

"Blade himself is a legendary master, and his men are clearly battle-hardened elites. How can we possibly fight them?"

"Qin Luo is probably really going to fail this time... Alas, what a pity."

"Prince Hui is now smug. With Dao Feng backing him up, who would dare to touch him?"

Amidst the whispers, almost no one had any confidence in Qin Luo. The reputation of Blade and the strength he was displaying were simply too awe-inspiring.

Qin Luo's expression also became completely serious. He had naturally heard of Blade's name, and even knew from the occasional snippets of conversation between An Ruoxi and Night Rose that this person was the true cornerstone of Anbang Group, with unfathomable combat power.

He hadn't encountered a worthy opponent in a long time. His last punch against An Ruoxi's bodyguard, Hongxiu, had demonstrated top-tier strength. But this Blade before him seemed even more dangerous than Hongxiu! (End of Chapter)