Chapter 207 No Match For A Blow



"Oh my god, Black Tower is making a move."

"Black Tower is the most powerful presence here. It's said that he used to be a mercenary abroad and once killed a five-star warlord with a single punch. With him involved, Wang Chao is guaranteed to be defeated."

"Defeated? Hahaha, look at how frail he appears. I bet Black Tower can kill him with a single punch."

As the black man approached Wang Chao, everyone present sneered, their eyes filled with sadistic delight and pity toward Wang Chao.

In their eyes, with the involvement of the black man, Wang Chao was surely doomed.

"Punk, how dare you speak to our Young Master Yang like that? It seems you're asking for death."

Black Tower's gaze was fierce as he walked up to Wang Chao, coldly asking, "Now, how do you want to die?"

Without even looking at him, Wang Chao kept his gaze fixed on Yang Ao. "Is this your confidence? Do you think that with so many people here, I can't kill you?"

Yang Ao, cigar in hand, had a chilling look in his eyes as he sneered, "Come up to the second floor and say that."

"Black Tower, take action!"

Boom!

As Yang Ao's words fell, Black Tower took a step forward, resembling a rampaging tank. His arm was like a bullet fired from a barrel, lightning-fast, and he unleashed a devastating punch toward Wang Chao.

The wind howled!

Like thunder!

The power of this punch was terrifying.

Before the punch even reached, the gust of wind it generated was already painful, blowing Wang Chao's hair back.

"Black Tower is making a move. Wang Chao is doomed."

Yang Ao and all the henchmen present sneered, as if they could already see the scene of Wang Chao's brain exploding from a single punch.

However, in the next second, their smiles froze on their faces.

Bang!

In their sight, Wang Chao didn't even turn his head. He simply tilted it to the side, took a step back, easily evading Black Tower's punch. Then, with a soaring kick, he struck Black Tower's jawbone.

Accompanied by a tremendous sound, Black Tower's massive figure, resembling a small mountain, was immediately sent flying more than five meters high, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

"Splat~"

After Black Tower landed, he spat out blood, his mouth filled with a mixture of blood and shattered teeth.

He felt a searing pain in his back, as if his internal organs had been crushed.

He wanted to say something, but a piercing pain surged through his head, causing him to close his eyes and fall into unconsciousness.

"What?!"

The cigar in Yang Ao's mouth fell to the ground, his pupils contracting intensely.

The others present also widened their eyes, almost popping out of their sockets.

Black Tower, who was so ferocious, was actually kicked so high by Wang Chao and then lost consciousness?

How was this possible?

Was Wang Chao really this strong?

Wang Chao had an expressionless face as he looked at Yang Ao. "Is this your ace enforcer? No match for a blow!"

Gritting his teeth, Yang Ao felt his dignity being trampled upon and angrily shouted, "Bastard, everyone attack him, kill him!"

"Kill!"

As Yang Ao spoke, all the henchmen present tightly gripped their weapons and charged towards Wang Chao with overwhelming momentum.

Clang!

Facing their assault, Wang Chao remained expressionless as a silver needle appeared in his hand and he swung it fiercely.

The silver needle scattered in all directions like flower petals, shooting out.

Every henchman was struck at acupuncture points and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

A few unlucky ones had their own weapons impale their bodies as they fell, blood pouring out.

"How is this possible?!"

Seeing so many people falling simultaneously, Yang Ao's initially arrogant expression immediately turned into shock and fear.

These were all fiercely skilled henchmen, remarkably powerful. Typically, one person could handle three or four ordinary individuals.

Yet, with a wave of Wang Chao's hand, they all fell?

What had happened?

*Splat!*

Before he could regain his senses, Wang Chao had already picked up a sharp knife from the ground and swiftly threw it.

Like lightning, the knife crossed the open space and pierced Yang Ao's shoulder directly.

The immense force lifted Yang Ao into the air, and with a final "ding," he was impaled on the wall, blood pouring out.

"Ah ah ah~~~"

Yang Ao's expression contorted in pain as he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Pain, pain, pain~~~"

In agonizing pain, Yang Ao's face twisted, covered in sweat, and he continued to scream.

He reached out his hand, trying to pull out the knife.

However, despite using all his strength, he couldn't manage to remove the knife.

At that moment, Wang Chao appeared before him like a ghost, coldly staring at him.

Accompanying him was a killing intent akin to a raging tsunami.

In an instant, Yang Ao was left speechless.

He looked at Wang Chao, his mouth gaping open, unable to utter a word.

At that moment, he felt as though he was not standing in front of a person, but rather before a dragon king towering in the midst of the sea.

Those icy, knife-like eyes seemed to be the eyes of a divine dragon.

With just one glance, his soul felt as if it were being sliced by a knife, plunged into an icy dungeon, his whole body trembling.

It felt like an eternity before Yang Ao trembled and said, "Who... who are you exactly?"

"I already told you, my name is Wang Chao. I'm Pei Donghu and Song Henian's brother."

Wang Chao remained expressionless as he took out a cellphone from Yang Ao's pocket and handed it to him, coldly saying, "Call Cui Hong, tell him I'm here waiting for him, and tell him to come immediately."

"You... you want to find my uncle too?" Yang Ao's pupils contracted intensely.

At that moment, he finally understood the kind of person he had provoked.

This was someone he couldn't afford to offend!

Wang Chao kicked the heavyweight Black Tower, sending it flying seven to eight meters. He swiftly eliminated the numerous thugs with hidden weapons. Now, he specifically named Cui Hong for Yang Ao to contact, indicating that Wang Chao didn't consider them or Cui Hong a threat.

In the past, merely mentioning his uncle Cui Hong's name would instill immense fear in his opponents. However, Wang Chao not only showed no fear but also provoked them. It meant that Wang Chao was targeting not only Yang Ao but also Cui Hong!

"To call or not to call?" Wang Chao coldly questioned.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Ao angrily responded, "Wang Chao, I don't care about your identity, but let me tell you, daring to treat me like this, you're as good as dead!"

*Splat!*

Before Yang Ao could finish his sentence, Wang Chao picked up another knife from the ground and pierced through Yang Ao's other shoulder, pinning him to the wall once again.

Yang Ao's eyes widened in pain, and he let out a blood-curdling scream resembling that of a slaughtered pig.

Wang Chao reached out, attracting a nearby fruit knife into his hand, pressing it against Yang Ao's heart. "To call or not to call?"

"Call! Call! Call! I'll call!" 

In excruciating pain, Yang Ao writhed and nodded frantically upon seeing Wang Chao's icy gaze.

Wang Chao shoved the phone into Yang Ao's hand. "Call!"

Enduring the pain, Yang Ao bowed his head and dialed Cui Hong's number. Originally, he intended to hold the phone to his ear, but the intense pain prevented him from lifting his hand, so he put it on speakerphone.

After a short while, the call connected, and Cui Hong's voice sounded cold and authoritative. "What's the matter?"

"Uncle, save me~~" Yang Ao desperately shouted.

"Yang Ao, what's happening over there?"

On the other end of the line, Cui Hong's expression changed.

At that moment, Wang Chao snatched the phone from Yang Ao and calmly stated, "Cui Hong, right? It's me, Wang Chao."

Cui Hong's gaze turned cold, and a surge of overwhelming killing intent surged within him. "You've kidnapped Yang Ao?"

"Yang Ao harmed my brother and mistreated my brother's woman. I've come to settle the score. Any problems with that?" Wang Chao replied.

"What do you want?" Cui Hong asked.

"I want to remind you that you have five days left!"

"Also, you have thirty minutes to come to the Zhenmiao Language and Dance Club. Otherwise, prepare to collect your nephew's corpse."

After uttering these words, Wang Chao clenched his hand, and with a crisp sound, he crushed the phone into pieces.

"My phone!" Yang Ao cried out in misery.

Wang Chao sneered, staring at Yang Ao. "You're still concerned about your phone now? Yang Ao, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Shivering all over, Yang Ao's eyes filled with terror. Despite his bravado, he said, "What are you saying? I warn you, if you dare to kill me, my uncle won't spare you!"

*Splat!*

As soon as the words fell, Wang Chao swung his knife and severed all five fingers of Yang Ao's right hand, causing blood to splatter.

Yang Ao screamed in agony once again, his muscles convulsing uncontrollably.

"This cut is for Song Henian," Wang Chao said coldly.

Without hesitation, he raised his knife and struck again.

Yang Ao's left hand was severed at the wrist.

"And this cut is for Pei Donghu," Wang Chao proclaimed.

Holding the blade, Wang Chao said with icy determination, "Next, it's for Miss Lan!"

Thinking of the countless cigarette burns and scars on Lan Ruyu's body, an uncontrollable rage surged within him, erupting like a volcano.

In an instant, thousands of flashes of the blade bloomed.

Yang Ao's skin tore inch by inch, leaving him covered in scales of wounds.

He was brutally tortured!

"Aaaahhhhhhhh~~~"

Under Wang Chao's relentless cutting, Yang Ao went from screams that tore at the heart to a hoarse throat, and finally, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, barely clinging to life.

*Splat!*

Finally, Wang Chao pierced through Yang Ao's chest with a single strike, once again pinning him to the wall.

His technique was skillful, as each cut only pierced Yang Ao's bones without endangering his life.

Under Wang Chao's relentless cutting, Yang Ao became a blood-soaked figure, barely clinging to life, his breath feeble as if he could die at any moment.

With a clang, Wang Chao threw away the blade and gave a cold glance at Yang Ao. Without saying a word, he walked downstairs, tore down a curtain, and carried the unconscious Lan Ruyu in his arms. He strode away from the nightclub.

Outside the nightclub's entrance, many people were still gathered, watching the scene unfold.

When they saw Wang Chao emerge with Lan Ruyu in his arms, they exchanged puzzled looks and started discussing.

"Is this for real? How did he manage to come out alive?"

"What exactly happened inside? Yang Ao is such a terrifying person, yet he let him go?"

"I bet he must have given Yang Ao a lot of money for them to come out unharmed."

"Regardless, the fact that he stood up against Yang Ao for Lan Ruyu makes him quite a tough guy."

The onlookers had different expressions as they observed Wang Chao.

Ignoring them, Wang Chao sat in a BMW car with Lan Ruyu in his arms and told the chauffeur, "Return to Zhaojia Village."

The chauffeur looked at Lan Ruyu, then glanced at Wang Chao. However, being a sensible person, he didn't ask any further questions. He simply fulfilled his liability and drove away.

Twenty minutes later, three Land Rover vehicles arrived at the entrance of the nightclub.

Cui Hong got out of one of the cars, leading Second Brother, Fourth Brother, and others as they entered the nightclub.

"Oh my god, the Four Great Kings are here too. Looks like this incident has become quite significant."

"Cui Hong's arrival indicates that things inside the nightclub have escalated beyond our imagination. It's possible that Yang Ao has been killed!"

"No way! Yang Ao is Cui Hong's nephew. If he's dead, it means that person is ready to go all the way against Cui Hong."

"When the Four Great Kings are enraged, blood will flow for hundreds of meters!"

"It seems like Canton City is about to undergo a major upheaval!"