The crowd fell silent under Ma Ran’s gaze, not daring to make a sound.
For a mont, outside the JPN Extraordinary Comprehensive Arena, only the roaring sound of the wind and snow could be heard.
Ma Ran nodded in satisfaction, leaving the group aside for now, and snapped his fingers: "I’m hungry, bring a serving of roast at and soy custard."
"Since descending to Earth, I’ve heard recomndations online but haven’t truly tasted it. Now I crave it."
Two bald n stepped out of the convoy; they quickly jogged away from the site to retrieve the food Ma Ran had ordered.
The crowd at the scene remained silent, not daring to speak freely, afraid they might be killed on the spot by this person.
They could bully Ogata Shitou because they were closely connected to him, and Ogata Shitou had a submissive and rational character, even when taunted or provoked, his first response was to retreat rather than use his shikigami to retaliate.
That’s why they dared to be so presumptuous.
But facing this handso young man with slicked-back hair...
Honestly, they didn’t dare.
Having watched the videos, they knew very well that the slender man in the purple suit before them, nad Zhao Guanlan, was also a National Guardian level superpower user, and two ranks above a Yin Yang Master, being a Profound Immortal.
In terms of combat power, he was above Ogata Shitou!
Zhao Guanlan was the kind of person who would kill without hesitation, and after killing, he even thought about eating roast at and soy custard...
It was outrageous!
One couldn’t help but suspect he was a ntally twisted psychopath!
Earlier, they had offended Ogata Shitou too much and couldn’t expect their "family junior" to save them.
The leaders, Yoshimoto Naoto, Mita Ryu, and Ishizuka Koutarou exchanged glances, yet couldn’t co up with a solution.
Protest?
That would be equivalent to suicide!
A Profound Immortal like Zhao Guanlan and a Yin Yang Master like Ogata Shitou are two entirely different beings, with no qualms about killing!
Concede?
Where would their dignity go?
Having their own man killed and not even daring to utter a harsh word, they’d beco a laughing stock if they ever stepped out again! A concession today would an no more cannon fodder underlings in the future.
Ma Ran couldn’t be bothered to dwell on their emotional journey. He simply stepped forward, extending a finger, and poked each of the leading three in the head: "Yoshimoto Naoto, Mita Ryu, Ishizuka Koutarou."
The three dared not speak anger.
In their families, they held high ranks, but none of that held any weight for Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan.
The three knew very well the other was humiliating them.
If they couldn’t hold back their anger, this person would imdiately strike a lethal blow!
So...
Endure!
They must endure!
Ma Ran walked up to the gray-haired Ishizuka Koutarou with a sneer, gently patting the old man’s face: "I’ve only ever stolen from others, no one dares to covet my possessions!"
"Who gave you brainless idiots the courage?"
"Such audacity!"
Ishizuka Koutarou, humiliated to the point of turning red, trembled with rage, his chin’s white whiskers quivering, intense fear rising in his heart, he didn’t dare to fight back.
He didn’t even dare to show an angry expression.
Ma Ran cast a disinterested glance at him and snapped his fingers.
Crackle...
A flash of electricity!
A gold-blue cat quietly perched on Ma Ran’s shoulder.
This cat, very similar to an Earth-native cat, was uniquely composed of thunder, and its purring carried a faint electric hum.
At this mont, the crowd finally realized that among the three leading the "Greedy Crowd," the burly man nad Mita Ryu had sohow turned into a human-shaped charred corpse, completely dead.
Yoshimoto Naoto finally couldn’t hold back and spoke: "Why kill? You could negotiate the exorbitant prices, no matter how ridiculous the offer, can’t you follow the rules and conduct a proper business negotiation?"
He thought Mita Ryu died unjustly.
As soone with so influence, used to flattery, to suddenly be humiliated with finger-poking today, showing so anger on his face was entirely reasonable and understandable, wasn’t it?
But this "Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan"?
Just because of a wrong expression, imdiately engaging in slaughter, the cruelty and ferocity of it were terrifying!
Ma Ran walked up to Yoshimoto Naoto, scrutinizing him: "I’m not soone who kills indiscriminately."
"Everything I do has a reason."
"Like him..."
Ma Ran patted Mita Ryu’s charred remains.
Boom!
The human-shaped charcoal burst apart, scattering black cinders all over the ground.
"Mita Ryu..."
"A dog-like creature, he dared to have a ’Ryu’ in his na?"
"I’ve never owned a dragon, yet he dared take that na!"
As he said this, Ma Ran appeared indignant.
Yoshimoto Naoto thought Mita Ryu’s death was particularly unfair, feeling if he held these words inside, he’d die from rage, never waking up from sleep.
"You’re just eliminating dissent!"
"No..."
"You just want to kill! You’re a bloodthirsty demon! The world’s only true demon!"
"You’re not a savior, but Japan’s disaster!"
Nas are given by parents; it had nothing to do with Mita Ryu himself.
Yoshimoto Naoto felt deeply sorrowful.
For decades of rivalry with Mita Ryu, who would’ve thought his cause of death would be a na too flashy, making people uncomfortable.
After venting his words, a bit of Yoshimoto Naoto’s anger subsided, his rationality slowly returning, yet he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
The man before him wasn’t a family junior...
Ma Ran, not angry but smiling, flicked his fingers: "A level of Second Rank of Inner Qi, with spiritual will and faith strength so weak it’s laughable, without even awakening a superpower."
"This kind of trash dares to bark at ."
"I guess you don’t know how to spell death."
Yoshimoto Naoto was infuriated, opened his mouth, ready to say sothing, only to see the Thunder Cat on the other’s shoulder turn into an afterimage in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
A flash of gold-blue lightning.
Whoosh!
Crackle...
First, a rich aroma of roast at spread, before anyone could react, the cold wind on the snowy mountain blew, the aroma dissipated, leaving only the stench of burnt and the acrid sll of blood.
The crowd instinctively looked at Yoshimoto Naoto, finding the once robust middle-aged man’s body now shattered into pieces.
His charred corpse, broken apart, arranged on the ground to form the word "death."
In summary...
The brief exchange confird to everyone present that, in the eyes of a "Profound Immortal," human life, at least that of Earth humans, held no value.
In a good mood, he’d toss a bone, kept like a pet dog.
In a bad mood, he’d casually slaughter, using bodies as pens, blood as ink, snow as paper, practicing calligraphy, it didn’t matter.
Profound Immortal, Zhao Guanlan!
This is a person with no moral or legal awareness!
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