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Wang Feilong's screams echoed like a rusty saw, tearing back and forth in the hall.

Li Haotian did not loosen his grip at all; he even ground his toes into the ground.

"Click...click..."

The sound made the thugs standing around feel their bones ache.

"To tell or not to tell?" Li Haotian looked down at Wang Feilong, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking him if he had eaten dinner.

Wang Feilong was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and his face was covered in sweat and tears. He no longer looked like a gangster boss at all.

"Up...upstairs...on the third floor...the VIP...lounge..." He finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted it out in broken sentences.

"They...they haven't come down yet..."

"Oh? Still not down?" Li Haotian loosened his grip, seemingly a little disappointed.

He looked up and glanced at the stairs leading upstairs.

Just then, a series of unhurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

Two figures appeared at the corner on the second floor.

The leader was a young man wearing a floral shirt with exaggeratedly dyed silver-white hair. He was playing with a metal lighter in his hand, clicking it open and closing.

Behind him followed a tall, thin man with a gloomy face, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes like a snake.

The young man in the floral shirt leaned against the railing, looking with interest at the mess below, his gaze finally settling on Li Haotian.

"Hey, Brother Long, what kind of act are you putting on? A self-inflicted injury ruse?"

He whistled, his tone flippant.

"Hey buddy, you don't look familiar. What happened to get you in such a sorry state?"

Upon seeing the newcomers, Wang Feilong grasped at a straw, struggling to lift his head. Pointing at Li Haotian with his unbroken finger, he shouted hoarsely, "Ah Feng! Ah Ying! It's him! Cripple him! I'll give each of you a million!"

The young man in the floral shirt, nicknamed Ah Feng, had his eyes light up when he heard the words "one million".

He sized up Li Haotian, a grin spreading across his face.

"One million? Brother Long, you're really generous."

The lighter in his hand clicked, and a flame half a foot high emerged. The flame danced on his fingertips but did not harm him at all.

"Hey bro, did you hear that? You're worth two million now," Ah Feng said with a smile. "My name is Ah Feng, C-rank talent, Flame Manipulation. This is Ah Ying, C-rank talent, Shadow Stealth."

"Now, I'll give you a chance." He flicked the flame on his finger. "Kneel down and kowtow to Brother Long, and we might go a little easier on you."

Li Haotian looked at the small flame on his fingertip with a strange expression.

He didn't speak, he just pointed.

"Dude, are you cosplaying as a cigarette lighter?"

Ah Feng's smile froze.

Ah Ying, standing behind him, suddenly had a dangerous look in her eyes.

"What the hell did you say?" Ah Feng's face darkened.

Li Haotian shook his head and suggested earnestly, "Seriously, your fire isn't even as strong as the alcohol stove I use for hot pot. Why don't you go down and buy two bottles of Erguotou and pour it on? Maybe that will make it more powerful."

"court death!"

Ah Feng was completely enraged. With a wave of his hand, the cluster of flames instantly transformed into a fireball the size of a basketball, which roared towards Li Haotian!

The temperature in the hall suddenly rose.

The thugs were so frightened that they all retreated.

Li Haotian stood still, without moving an inch.

Just moments before the fireball was about to hit him.

A dark shadow, faster than a fireball, pounced out from Li Haotian's side and rear!

It's that tall, thin man named Aying!

He had already sneaked downstairs without anyone noticing, his whole body seemingly blending into the shadows, silently circling behind Li Haotian, a gleaming dagger in his hand, aimed straight at Li Haotian's back!

One in front, one behind; flames and backstabs—a perfect combination.

however.

Li Haotian simply took a step to the left.

It's that simple.

The fireball hurtling towards him grazed his shoulder and slammed into the wall behind him with a loud bang, blasting a patch of charred metal into the air.

And Ah Ying, who pounced out of the shadows, missed his target with a determined thrust.

After missing his target, he staggered forward due to inertia, just in time to pass by Li Haotian.

"this one?"

Li Haotian's voice gently rang in his ear.

Aying's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong, and she was about to back away.

A hand was already on his shoulder.

The hand didn't seem very strong, but the moment it landed on her shoulder, A-Ying felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her, and half of her body went numb, leaving her unable to move.

"You're too slow."

After Li Haotian finished speaking, he gently tightened the hand on his shoulder.

"Snap!"

Ah Ying's collarbone snapped instantly.

"what!"

Ah Ying let out a short scream, and the dagger in her hand slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

Li Haotian released his grip without even glancing at him, as if casually swatting away a fly.

All of this happened in a single second.

Upstairs, Ah Feng's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He watched helplessly as his companion was crippled in a single exchange.

He didn't even see how the other person moved.

Fear gripped his heart instantly.

Without saying a word, he turned around and tried to run away.

But he had just turned around.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

A sharp, urgent siren blared from outside, quickly approaching and shattering the tranquility of the clubhouse.

Immediately following were the screech of brakes and the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Police! Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded! Drop your weapons! Hands over your heads!"

The loudspeaker emitted a cold and authoritative warning.

Upon hearing the word "police," the dozens of thugs in the hall dropped their steel pipes and machetes with a clatter, and crouched down on the ground with their hands on their heads like mice seeing a cat.

Ah Feng, standing at the top of the stairs, froze in place, his face paler than the wall.

Soon, dozens of heavily armed special police officers filed in, their dark gun barrels pointed at everyone present.

The lead officer was stunned for a moment when he saw the mess in the lobby and the door that had been forcibly demolished.

His gaze swept over the thugs crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, and Wang Feilong lying on the ground groaning, before finally landing on Li Haotian, the only one standing in the entire arena.

A hint of lingering fear and apprehension appeared on Li Haotian's face.

He raised his hands, looking innocently at the lead officer.

"Officer, I...I am a victim."

He pointed to Wang Feilong on the ground, and then to the hunting rifle that had fallen to the ground.

"They...they kidnapped me and tried to kill me to silence me."

"I was acting in self-defense."