Xue Ying's face changed, and he rushed out of the door.
Xue Ye, who remained in the room, was also stunned. What had happened?
Everyone else was bewildered. This person had been smug just a moment ago, but now he looked as if his father had died.
Xue Ying couldn't spare the time to consider all this.
He assumed Xue Tu's meaning was that something had happened outside.
Even their boss, Xue Tu, a martial arts master, had to retreat.
This was definitely a major problem!
Such a hasty retreat meant the problem was serious enough to threaten them.
Money was good, but one needed to be alive to spend it.
They could do without the ten million reward.
"Xue Ling." Xue Tu returned to the Jinchuan Private Club and immediately went to Xue Ling and Xue Mie.
"Can you still move?"
"Boss, I'm fine," Xue Ling said, taking a deep breath.
"My shoulder has a hole in it, but my leg is still functional."
Being hit head-on by a Barrett was a testament to Xue Ling's strength if his arm hadn't been blown off on the spot.
However, his arm was effectively ruined. A bullet of that caliber had shattered the bones of his entire arm, rendering it useless for a martial artist even if it healed.
Even with heavenly treasures and medicinal herbs, recovery was impossible due to scarcity.
While martial artists possessed strong self-healing abilities, such an injury would require a Grandmaster to spend one to two years recuperating for any chance of complete recovery.
For Xue Ling, self-healing was a pipe dream.
Did he expect Yin Ren to treat him?
Don't be ridiculous. The value of such rare medicinal herbs would easily rival the cost of cultivating a Huajin expert.
Of course, this didn't mean Yin Ren would abandon Xue Ling.
After all, a martial artist was still far superior to an ordinary person.
Xue Tu nodded and turned to Xue Mie.
"The opponent's reinforcements have arrived. We need to withdraw as soon as possible. You and Xue Ling go first. We'll catch up after completing the mission."
Xue Mie didn't speak. He just stood with his arms crossed and snorted.
"Who arrived? Do we need to retreat?"
Xue Ling was puzzled. Even with his combat power diminished, he was still a Xiantian realm expert.
Apart from himself, everyone else was unharmed. What kind of master would cause Xue Tu to speak of retreat with such a lineup?
"I don't know," Xue Tu shook his head slightly.
"But we must retreat. I exchanged a palm strike with that person just now, and I didn't gain any advantage even with a surprise attack. Therefore, that person's strength is definitely far above mine, possibly a Grandmaster. Combined with our depleted strength, we must retreat, or we'll all be finished here."
Upon hearing the word "Grandmaster," everyone gasped.
Grandmaster was the pinnacle of martial arts, a realm many martial artists strived their entire lives to reach but never achieved.
Only Xue Ling snorted coldly.
"Grandmasters are not invincible."
"That's enough, Xue Ling," Xue Tu reprimanded in a low voice.
"I don't have time to argue with you. Hurry up and retreat. Have you forgotten the terror of Grandmasters because of the lack of them in Long Guo in recent years? If the opponent is truly a Grandmaster, ten of me wouldn't be enough to take them down."
Xue Ling, with his neck stiffened, wanted to say more, but glancing at Xue Mie, who stood silently behind Xue Tu, he dejectedly lowered his head.
"Yes."
Just as Xue Ling stood up, preparing to retreat with Xue Mie, a golden light flashed past the three of them.
"This is bad!"
Xue Tu stomped his foot and immediately chased back into the room.
Xue Ling stood frozen.
"Is this... a Grandmaster?"
Xue Mie narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.
"This way, it's more interesting."
As he spoke, Xue Mie vanished from the spot, leaving Xue Ling alone.
"Xue Ying, Xue Ye!" Xue Ling recovered his senses and quickly shouted into the walkie-talkie.
"Withdraw quickly, the enemy has arrived, it might be... a Grandmaster!"
"What?! A Grandmaster?!"