The second floor, private room.
Tang Yuyao huffed as she walked in. A table full of dishes filled the room, but only a man in white sat there, drinking and eating alone.
Seeing Tang Yuyao's displeasure, the man in white asked with a smile, "What's wrong, upset?"
Tang Yuyao sat down with a pout and replied, "How could I not be upset? I kindly tried to help them survive, but they wouldn't appreciate it, only seeking death. It's truly disgusting."
The man in white chuckled. "It's common for people to bite the hand that feeds them. You shouldn't take it to heart."
He took a bite of his food.
The man in white asked, "Did Xue Zong and Sang Biao arrive?"
Tang Yuyao nodded, "Yes!"
The man in white said, "Han Shichong's two dogs, killing people in broad daylight, they're truly too arrogant."
Tang Yuyao replied, "Right now, Han Shichong is the emperor of Wudu. No one dares to touch him. Even if his dogs kill someone, at most they'll be locked up for a few days. With Han Shichong's connections, they'll be out soon. The entire Wudu lives in fear, suffocated by Han Shichong's tyranny. Alas, after all, Han Shichong is a direct disciple of the Dragon Warlord; ordinary people wouldn't dare to offend him."
Direct disciple?
Heh!
The man in white showed a disdainful expression. "What direct disciple, he's just a cowardly deserter. The Dragon Warlord already expelled him from the sect. He still dares to use the Warlord's name to swindle people. If the Warlord found out, he'd skin him alive!"
Tang Yuyao was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why don't you go tell the Warlord? To curb Han Shichong's arrogance!"
The man in white waved his hand. "Spare me."
Tang Yuyao smiled. "What, are you afraid of Han Shichong too?"
The man in white burst into laughter. "Me? Pish! If I'm afraid of a mere deserter like him, how can I protect you? I'm not afraid of him, I'm afraid of the Dragon Warlord."
So, the man in white was Tang Yuyao's backing.
Tang Yuyao's current status was entirely thanks to the man in white.
Tang Yuyao asked curiously, "Do you have a grudge against the Warlord?"
The man in white sighed and said, "Back then, I was a soldier under the Warlord. My indulgence in alcohol led to disaster, and the enemy launched a surprise attack, causing heavy casualties. The Warlord, remembering my past distinguished service, spared my life but stripped me of all my ranks and imprisoned me. Although I'm out now and possess immense wealth, I still don't have the face to see the Warlord."
Tang Yuyao never expected the man in white to have such a past.
She only knew that the man in white's background was extraordinary, but she didn't know he was once a soldier under the Warlord.
She said, "Technically, aren't you and Han Shichong comrades-in-arms?"
Comrades-in-arms?
Pish!
The man in white's eyes were full of disdain. "Who's comrades-in-arms with that deserter? In my life, I despise cowards who fear death the most. And besides, the Warlord already expelled him from the sect, yet he still dares to use the Warlord's reputation to bully others, needlessly tarnishing the Warlord's name! I despise associating with such a scoundrel the most."
From his every word and action, it was clear that he truly looked down on Han Shichong.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. Look at you, your face is all red from anger." Tang Yuyao came over, poured the man in white a glass of wine, and leaned into his arms.
A man and a woman, laughing and drinking together.
...
The first floor.
Sang Biao crossed his hands, pulling the rope forcefully, his grip tightening around Lu Ming's neck. But to everyone's surprise, Lu Ming ducked his head and slipped out of the noose!
His speed was incredible.
Sang Biao lunged, missed, and nearly stumbled.
Before Sang Biao could react, Lu Ming snatched the rope and, with a swift motion, wrapped it around Sang Biao.
Then.
Lu Ming wound it several more times, completely encasing Sang Biao in the rope.
Now it was interesting.
Sang Biao had intended to use the rope to strangle Lu Ming, but now Lu Ming had bound him, wrapping him tightly like a zongzi.
Everyone watched, dumbfounded. Lu Ming's strength was beyond their imagination.
Lu Ming gripped both ends of the rope and said, "Sang Biao, you like strangling people with ropes, don't you? Today, I'll give you a taste of your own medicine and let you experience what it's like to be constricted by a rope!"
With that.
He gave a forceful tug with both hands.
The coils of rope, like steel cables, tightened relentlessly, constricting Sang Biao like a python, with unimaginable force.
At first, it didn't seem like much.
But soon, a cracking sound came from Sang Biao's entire body.
The sound of bones breaking!
Lu Ming, using only his hands, could pull the rope and break Sang Biao's bones. How much strength did that require?
Everyone was stunned.
"No way, what kind of monster is this, with such immense strength."
"Breaking a man's bones with bare hands, is he even human?"
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have underestimated him. I thought he was a brainless brute, but who would have thought he possessed such abilities."
In an instant, everyone's perception of Lu Ming underwent a drastic change.
People are like this.
Before you reveal your strength, others look down on you, thinking you're overestimating yourself; but once you display extraordinary abilities, they will look at you with new eyes.
Even Xue Zong and Su Wanran were dumbfounded, never imagining that the seemingly inconspicuous Lu Ming could subdue Sang Biao so easily.
After all, Sang Biao was not like Han Yun; he had real skills.
Sang Biao had genuinely learned martial arts from Han Shichong, and his combat strength ranked among the top three among the twelve cadres.
Few people in the entire Wudu could defeat him.
Such a formidable individual was so easily subdued by Lu Ming. Where was the logic in that?
At this moment.
Tang Yuyao in the private room on the second floor also heard the commotion. She frowned slightly and said, "The wailing from downstairs must be Sang Biao making his move. Alas, that man is dead, but I still want to save Su Wanran's life. After all, I have dealings with Old Master Su, and I can't just stand by and watch his granddaughter be killed."
With that, Tang Yuyao pushed open the private room door and walked out again.
When she reached the top of the stairs and was about to speak, she was completely stunned by the scene before her. The words that were about to leave her mouth were swallowed back.
She saw.
Lu Ming's hands gripping the rope, tightly binding Sang Biao; and Sang Biao, tied like a zongzi, his bones cracking with every movement, emitting piercing screams that were deafening.
This scene shocked Tang Yuyao immensely. She never imagined that Sang Biao, who was notorious for killing, would one day meet such a fate.
She narrowed her eyes and looked intently at Lu Ming.
A man who can defeat Sang Biao deserves attention!