Tang Yuyao could never have imagined that Lu Ming possessed such strength. Truth be told, her judgment of people was usually quite astute; she could directly perceive a person's inner self.
From someone's words and actions, Tang Yuyao could generally deduce their background and abilities.
When she first saw Lu Ming, his rough demeanor immediately told her he must have come from a poor family. Observing his attire and listening to his tone, she roughly guessed that Lu Ming was like a rock from a latrine – both stinky and hard.
In Tang Yuyao's opinion, people like Lu Ming, who aimed for the heavens but had a fate as fragile as paper, died very quickly.
But she never expected that, after all her calculations, she had misjudged him.
Lu Ming's true strength far surpassed Tang Yuyao's imagination. It was the first time in many years that Tang Yuyao had been so wrong.
She then looked at Sang Biao.
He had already been thoroughly tormented by Lu Ming.
Every bone in his body was broken. Now, he was a cripple, a puddle of mud.
Lu Ming loosened the rope. Sang Biao could no longer even stand and collapsed onto the ground. The others, witnessing this scene, silently swallowed and looked at Lu Ming with newfound respect.
This was Sang Biao, the Sang Biao who killed without batting an eye, and he had been dealt with so easily?
In truth, everyone present was very happy, but they dared not show it.
Normally, they would turn pale at the mention of Sang Biao, speaking in hushed tones. The pressure and fear Sang Biao instilled in them were immense. Today, they finally saw this villain brought to justice.
One word described it: satisfying!
However, due to Sang Biao's connections with Han Shichong, they dared not appear too joyful, only secretly chuckling to themselves.
Xue Zong stared blankly for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and cursed, "You bastard, how dare you beat up an official of Lord Shui Long? Aren't you tired of living?"
Lu Ming found it amusing.
What, according to Xue Zong, was Lu Ming supposed to do? Stand still and passively accept the beating?
Sang Biao's attacks were fierce, and he might have even strangled Lu Ming to death.
Lu Ming scoffed at such hypocrisy, where one official could set fire while commoners were forbidden to light lamps. He casually tossed the rope to Xue Zong.
What did this mean?
Xue Zong looked at Lu Ming and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Lu Ming said lightly, "Have your subordinate tie you up, and then surrender to the police with me. Xue Zong, like you scoundrels, will face justice along with Sang Biao today."
What?
Not only Xue Zong, but everyone present was shocked.
Lu Ming beating up Sang Biao was already a grave offense, and now he intended to target Xue Zong. This was an outright declaration of war against Shui Long!
Xue Zong was the face of Shui Long. Harming Xue Zong was equivalent to harming Shui Long.
Su Wanran advised, "Lu Ming, calm down. Xue Zong is different from Sang Biao. He is..."
Before she could finish.
Lu Ming chuckled and said, "I know, Xue Zong is just a dog raised by Han Shichong. It's not my fault. Who told Han Shichong to walk his dog without a leash, letting it bite people everywhere? Today, I'll discipline his dog for Han Shichong. Later, I'll have a good talk with Han Shichong himself!"
Insane, utterly insane.
Everyone retreated from Lu Ming, fearing implication.
"Is he crazy? How dare he disrespect Lord Shui Long so openly in public? Does he not value his life?"
"Does he think he's so great just because he dealt with Sang Biao? Compared to Lord Shui Long, he's nothing."
"He's gotten too carried away, completely lost his head!"
Even Tang Yuyao, on the second floor, couldn't help but frown, looking at Lu Ming with great puzzlement. She couldn't tell if Lu Ming was genuinely foolish or incredibly brave.
Even Tang Yuyao herself wouldn't dare to insult Han Shichong so publicly.
As expected.
Xue Zong's nose flared with anger. He pointed at Lu Ming and cursed, "You scoundrel, I'll go back and tell Shui Long right now, and let Lord Shui Long deal with you severely!"
Go back and complain? No chance.
Lu Ming pointed at the rope and said, "Xue Zong, I'll give you three minutes. If you don't tie yourself up, I'll do it myself. I'll tie you up the same way I tied up Sang Biao just now."
Xue Zong flinched.
If Lu Ming dealt with Xue Zong in the same manner as Sang Biao, Xue Zong would surely die!
When faced with the reality, Xue Zong had no choice but to comply.
He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Lu Ming, I'll remember today's debt. In the future, I'll make your whole family pay with their lives!"
With that, he waved his hand and, with the most forceful tone he could muster, uttered the most pathetic words: "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and tie me up, and escort me to the police station!"
The people in the room all chuckled. It was the first time they had ever seen such a valiant coward.
At this moment.
A man in white walked out holding a wine glass, standing quietly beside Tang Yuyao. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Is the drama downstairs that entertaining? It's got you so engrossed you're not paying attention to me."
Tang Yuyao pouted playfully, "I'm sorry. The plot was just too absurd, I was a bit stunned."
"Absurd? How absurd? Did Sang Biao develop a new way to kill people?" The man in white took a sip of his wine.
Tang Yuyao shook her head and said, "No, the events completely exceeded my expectations. Not only did Sang Biao fail, but he was also taken down by the opponent. And Xue Zong was also tied up. Speaking of which, that fellow is truly audacious, showing no fear of Han Shichong."
Oh?
The man in white's interest was piqued.
He disliked Han Shichong, and anyone who opposed Han Shichong was someone he favored.
The man in white glanced downstairs and asked, "Which brave hero is this?"
Tang Yuyao pointed at Lu Ming, "It's that man, dressed very plainly and speaking very sharply. At first, I thought he was a simple country bumpkin, but I didn't expect his combat prowess to be so formidable."
"Is that so? Let me take a look."
The man in white looked down and saw Lu Ming at a glance.
Huh?
This...
The man in white paused. Why did this person seem so familiar? It felt, seemed, possibly, perhaps, maybe...
The four words popped into his mind: Dragon Warlord!
"No, it can't be?"
The man in white shook his head vigorously, telling himself he wasn't mistaken.
Ever since the world had found peace, the Dragon Warlord had retired. He should be living a celestial life somewhere, not fighting Han Shichong's subordinates here.
It didn't make sense.
However, the man did indeed look remarkably like the Dragon Warlord.
Tang Yuyao noticed his change in demeanor and asked, "What's wrong?"
The man in white coughed and said, "Such a fine fellow, I must go and offer him a toast and get acquainted."
Saying this, he walked down the stairs with his wine glass.
While he claimed to be offering a toast, his actual intention was to get closer and see more clearly.
The closer he got, the faster the man in white's heart beat.
He looked so alike, truly so alike.
By the time the man in white was less than three meters away from Lu Ming, he stopped. After carefully observing Lu Ming and confirming his identity, the man in white stood frozen on the spot.
It wasn't a hallucination.
The person before him was none other than the genuine, bona fide pillar of the nation, the Dragon Warlord!!!