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Seeing Lin Rumei's serious expression, Sang Ming laughed even more recklessly.
"A kid like you dares to compare himself to Elder Liang? You really don't know the heights of heaven or depths of the earth. With just a flick of his finger, Elder Liang could kill you. Miss Lin, you should show some respect; offending Elder Liang will come at a cost," Sang Ming scoffed.
Jiang Chen observed coldly, completely ignoring Sang Ming. The only person present who could catch Jiang Chen's attention was Elder Liang.
The night before last at Aodao, Zhao Hun had brought a Master Wu to the hotel to confront Jiang Chen. After being taught a lesson by Jiang Chen, Zhao Hun had mentioned Master Wu's master, who was presumably the Elder Liang before them now.
However, although this Elder Liang was a martial arts giant from Hong Kong Island and had reached the Divine Realm, in Jiang Chen's eyes, he was far from impressive.
Lin Rumei glanced at Jiang Chen, who remained indifferent.
"Mr. Jiang," Lin Rumei called softly.
Jiang Chen looked up, retracting his gaze, picked up the teacup on the table, and without looking at anyone else, spoke as if to himself: "You all must be underground bosses of Hong Kong Island. Since everyone is here today, I announce one thing: from now on, Lin Rumei will be the underground leader of Hong Kong Island."
Jiang Chen's voice was calm, but it landed in the room like a grenade explosion. Everyone stared at him in shock, completely unable to comprehend how he had the audacity to say such a thing. Even Lin Shuang was taken aback and caught off guard by Jiang Chen's words.
"Rumei, what’s going on?" Lin Shuang asked in a low voice, his tone anxious and worried.
"Dad, this is Mr. Jiang's intention," Lin Rumei replied, her heart racing as well.
After the initial shock, chaos erupted in the teahouse.
Sang Ming looked at Jiang Chen with his smile fading away; he was displeased by Jiang Chen's words. The position of underground leader of Hong Kong Island was something he coveted. Now an outsider like Jiang Chen dared to meddle in matters of Hong Kong Island's underground world?
"You brat, who do you think you are? You have no right to speak here," Sang Ming shouted angrily.
Jiang Chen's expression darkened slightly as he flicked his finger; the light green tea in his cup flew into the air and formed a water arrow that shot straight toward Sang Ming.
Sang Ming was taken aback and didn’t have time to react before the water arrow pierced through his neck, blood spraying out as he clutched his throat and collapsed lifelessly on the ground. Until his last breath, Sang Ming never imagined someone would dare to kill him.
With Sang Ming suddenly dead, chaos erupted in the room; even Elder Liang, who had been sitting calmly like a pine tree, changed his expression and hurriedly stood up to check on Sang Ming’s condition.
Seeing that Sang Ming was already dead, Elder Liang's gaze turned sharp as lightning toward Jiang Chen, filled with murderous intent. Sang Ming had invited him here for support today, yet someone had killed him right in front of Elder Liang—this was clearly showing disrespect for him as a martial arts giant of Hong Kong Island.
"You young man must be out of your mind to dare kill someone here and not regard me at all," Elder Liang questioned with suppressed fury.
"You’re too old for this; it’s better if you don’t get involved," Jiang Chen replied casually.
"You are too arrogant! I haven’t fought in years, but today I will teach you a lesson for your insolence!" Elder Liang was enraged; as a dignified figure in the Divine Realm standing at the peak of martial arts, he believed that even if Jiang Chen were a martial arts genius, he was not worthy of being arrogant before him.
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