Only a White Figure Was Seen
Jinming Club was the largest entertainment club in the Capital City. It was a place rich young masters loved to visit. Here there were only things you could not imagine, and no entertainment they could not devise. It met every need of the guests who came, so naturally the spending was also extremely high, which was why people called it a land of nobility.
Hao Yi stood at the entrance, glanced at the sign above the door, then stepped inside. He took the elevator straight up to the fifth floor and found Room 503.
He stood at the door and raised a hand to knock. Very soon, the door was opened from inside, and noisy voices immediately poured out, mixed with Ding Xuan’s familiar, frightened voice.
“Don’t, don’t…”
The moment Hao Yi went in, he saw an infuriating scene. Ding Xuan, wearing a white T-shirt, was being forced to stand ramrod straight against the wall, and there was also a kumquat balanced on top of his head. If one did not look closely, one really would not notice it.
Two meters in front of Ding Xuan stood a young man. He was holding a dart, clearly wanting to play a dangerous game with Ding Xuan.
The sharp dart gleamed coldly under the lights, making Ding Xuan tremble all over. The kumquat was only a little bigger than his thumb, and on top of Ding Xuan’s head, a third of it was already hidden by his hair. With the slightest mistake, Ding Xuan would lose his life.
Hao Yi knew who the dart-wielder was. He was the very person from the Murong Clan who had spread the rumor that Hao Yi’s lower half had been bitten by a dog: Murong Peng, the Murong Clan’s Second Young Master. Compared to the original Hao Yi, he was not much better, but he was smarter and knew how to put on an act.
Seeing Hao Yi come in from outside, Ding Xuan felt as if he had grabbed a lifeline, but at the same time he was worried that so many people were bullying Hao Yi, which left him in an extremely conflicted state.
“Young… Young Master…”
Seeing him enter, Murong Peng teased, “Oh! First Young Master Hao, you finally came. If you had come any later, this dart was going to fly out… ah! What… what is going on!!!”
Murong Peng had not even reacted before he was slammed hard onto the glass table. The entire glass table shattered, and the dart that had been in his hand somehow vanished without a trace.
He wanted to call for help, but in the end, he could only watch in terror as his friends in the private room fell one by one. Every face had turned a varying shade of blue-purple, like steamed buns.
“What… what is happening?” Murong Peng stared in shock at everything. He still did not know what had happened. He only felt that a white blur kept flashing past his eyes, and after each pass, his friends had turned into swollen pig heads and dropped to the floor, then curled up there, crying out in agony.
Ding Xuan was even more dumbfounded as he watched all of this. Just now, he had only seen the young master’s figure move once, and after that he could no longer make it out clearly, seeing only a white blur.
Could it be… that white blur was the young master? So… so amazing!
But when had the young master become this powerful? Although he knew the young master practiced every day in the courtyard, he had absolutely not expected the young master’s martial skills to be this formidable. It was too shocking!
Hao Yi attacked everyone in the private room at great speed, giving each of them a heavy lesson. When he beat the last young man to the ground, he stopped in a relatively dark corner.
No one noticed that his entire face was drenched with sweat.
He raised a hand and wiped away the sweat, thinking to himself, It looks like I still need to train more. There are only seven people, and I’m already this tired.
Looking at the people sprawled on the ground, their cries of pain rising and falling without end, Ding Xuan was so excited he could not express it in words. He searched everywhere for Hao Yi’s figure, but because Hao Yi was standing in such a dark place, he could not find him for a long time.
Eh? Where did the young master go?
Murong Peng also failed to find Hao Yi. He was terrified out of his mind, his body shaking as he looked at his fallen friends. His brain could not keep up. When had that useless young master become this strong? It had to be that guy who had brought a helper! It had to be!
Thinking of this, Murong Peng did not want to meet force with force. After all, he had already seen the helper’s strength, and he did not want to end up like his friends.
So he hurriedly stood up and tried to run toward the door, but at the very moment he got up to flee, Hao Yi, who had been nowhere to be seen, once again appeared in front of him like a ghost. Frightened, he staggered backward and was tripped by the chair under his feet, falling onto the sofa.
“Y-you… y-you… what do you want!!!”