Chapter 2574: Chapter 2374: Young Phoenix
"Black Wind Ridge, you’ve gone too far. According to the original rules, we won’t compete with you for customers; we do business only in the south. Why? Do you still want to press us?"
The woman stood at the front desk, looking at the aggressive people, asked with neither humility nor arrogance.
"That was before. Now I’m giving you three days to leave Autumn Name Mountain! I’ll take over the shop here, as for the cost, I’ll give you half a million."
A blonde-haired man said with a smile.
"I spent seven million opening this shop, and now you want to buy it for half a million? Is that possible?" The woman walked out from behind the counter, standing in front of the blonde-haired man: "Don’t narrow your path."
"Oh?" The blonde-haired man folded his arms over his head, smiling: "Times have changed. See that? The person behind me, he’s from the church. I guess you’ve heard of the church, right?"
Recently, news about the church has become more frequent, with a huge organization gradually entering people’s sight.
Rumors about the church have become rampant.
Now Black Wind Ridge is obviously using the church to intimidate us.
Truly a bit of bullying.
But in the martial arts world, the strong prey on the weak, it’s a normal phenomenon.
"Final ultimatum, after two days, things will be different."
After saying this, the blonde-haired man even raised a middle finger to the people here.
"Hold on! Did I say you could leave!"
Marcellus Lopez walked over with a smile, looked at the blonde-haired man, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Who the fuck are you?" The blonde-haired man was also a Martial Artist and of fairly high status, seeing someone disrespecting him like this, very angry.
"I am Marcellus Lopez from Horizon City. Today I give you a chance, take your people and get out of Autumn Name Mountain."
Marcellus Lopez overwhelming the blonde-haired man in momentum: "Remember, you only get one chance. Don’t force me to act."
"Wow!"
The blonde-haired man shouted in disbelief: "What if I don’t leave?"
"Then I’ll have to..."
Bang!
Without waiting for Marcellus Lopez to finish, the blonde-haired man directly throws a punch!
Thud!
Marcellus Lopez fell to the ground, his face covered in blood.
"Trash! Garbage!" The blonde-haired man sneered and cursed.
"I say, you really have no manners." Mr. Dragon frowned slightly, walked to the blonde-haired man, pointed at the fallen Marcellus Lopez, and said: "Apologize to him!"
"And who are you?"
The blonde-haired man smirked and kicked Mr. Dragon in the stomach!
"Get lost! Don’t insult my intelligence here!" He cursed unhappily.
"You... you can hit my brother, but hitting me is out of the question!" Mr. Dragon directly took off his shirt, revealing three hundred pounds of excess flesh, shouting: "Taste my strength!"
Saying this, he threw a punch at the blonde-haired man!
"Hahaha! Crazy!" The blonde-haired man casually moved, ready to strike.
A flash of white light flew from Julius Reed’s fingertips, passing under Mr. Dragon’s armpit and hitting the blonde-haired man’s chest directly!
Puff!
Mr. Dragon’s fist just hit!
The blonde-haired man flew backwards, fell to the ground dead.
Not even twitching, just dead.
Clean and efficient!
Now, silence fell over everyone around.
"Mr. Dragon and Marcellus Lopez, just one of them can bring peace to the world, their reputation is well-deserved!"
Finally, someone raised a thumb to Mr. Dragon.
"Mr. Dragon, I misjudged you before, always thought you were a fool, I apologize!"
A Martial Artist stood up and bowed deeply to him!
Out of genuine admiration.
"My wisdom, how can you ordinary people understand it? Don’t worry, I won’t hold a grudge." Mr. Dragon nodded, very satisfied.
"Actually..." Marcellus Lopez coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It was my internal power that injured him, Mr. Dragon just got lucky."
"Bluffing, aren’t you?" Someone didn’t believe: "Mr. Dragon is a master; I think you’re just a bum."
"You don’t believe me?" Marcellus Lopez struggled to get up, walked to a man, and poked him with a finger.
Julius Reed was a bit helpless, but he really needed peace now.
So, a flash of white light flew from his fingertip.
The man who claimed to be from the church fell in response!
Now, the faces of the surrounding Martial Artists all changed.
Marcellus Lopez confidently said: "We two are of equal fame, if we can join forces, Black Wind Ridge is nothing to fear!"
"Run!"
The people from Black Wind Ridge saw the church’s man dead and immediately left.
Applause began to sound.
The woman in the white dress, surprised, still walked up to the two of them, smiled, and said: "I didn’t expect you two to be such extraordinary figures. Thank you for today."
Seeing everyone celebrating, Julius Reed turned and left.
Now, peace returned.
He had previously borrowed a phone from Mr. Dragon and returned to the firewood room, lying on the grass, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
This environment is indeed a bit harsh.
Taking out his massive phone, Julius Reed dialed the number of the True Lord of Nine Continents.
"Sorry, your service has been suspended..."
Julius Reed held the phone for a while before sighing.
It’s really tough.
"Blind man, go upstairs and rest. The crisis is temporarily lifted; there aren’t many people in the shop anyway, upstairs is better for you to relax." The woman in the white dress walked to the firewood room and said simply.
Outside, Mr. Dragon and Marcellus Lopez were arguing about who was more skilled, even wanting to spar a bit.
"Can... can you lend me your phone?"
Julius Reed extended his hand, awkwardly: "I need to make a call home. The phone broke during the fight."
The phone he used was very sturdy.
Ordinary fights wouldn’t damage it.
But the main problem was the Blood Soul Emperor’s technique was too fierce.
Directly shattered the phone.
"No problem."
The woman took out her phone and tossed it to Julius Reed, "What do you think about what happened just now?"
"Me? I can’t see."
Julius Reed smiled wryly, pointing to his eyes.
"Mr. Dragon and Marcellus Lopez have been with me for many years; I know their skills inside out. The only variable in this building is you. Why was it when I was bullied before, Mr. Dragon and Marcellus Lopez could only take a beating, but now you’re here, they’re suddenly so skilled?"
The woman bent down, facing Julius Reed, slowly undressing until only her underwear remained.
"You can’t see, right? You can’t see, so I’ll change clothes right here."
With that, she even slowly took off her underwear.
"I can’t see, but I can hear."
Julius Reed awkwardly laughed: "It’s still... a matter of gender differences, isn’t it?"
"No problem if you can’t see, but if you’re pretending, then this matter becomes serious."
The woman leaned directly against Julius Reed: "You’re a master. It’s hard to imagine who could have the skill to hurt you like this."
"Sorry, I need to make a call."
Julius Reed groped for the phone, pressing a string of numbers.
"Old Meng, I’m at Autumn Name Mountain, got a bit hurt. The phone is borrowed. The owner is waiting beside me, I’ll keep it short, get someone to pick me up quickly."
He said quickly.
"Got it. But there’s something I need to mention."
The True Lord of Nine Continents was quiet for a moment, then spoke: "Jessica’s husband got into trouble. Just half an hour ago, we got news that Jessica’s husband seemed to have been seriously injured and was taken away by Marcellus Lopez."
