Xue Nu swept his gaze across the crowd in the hall and bellowed, "Who allowed you to leave!"
Those who had nearly reached the door, upon hearing this, were so frightened that they stood still, not daring to take another step.
Xue Nu paid them no heed and turned his attention to Su Yang, who was not far away.
"Uncle Xue Nu, let introduce you, this is Su Yang!" Lü Donglin said: "Su Yang, this is the Uncle Xue Nu I told you about!"
"Uncle Xue Nu!" Su Yang nodded.
"Good! Good! Truly, a young hero!" Xue Nu laughed heartily. Suddenly, he turned toward Black and White Impermanence: "Fan Wujie, Xie Bi’an, you two old tortoises, the more you live, the more backwards you get. How old are you, still bullying the young? Do you want to fight? Co, I’ll fight with you!"
Fan Wujie was furious and about to speak, but Xie Bi’an put his hand on him to stop him.
Xie Bi’an’s expression was dark and uncertain. After staring at Xue Nu for a while, he said in a deep voice, "Since Mr. Xue has arrived, we will give him face today. Let’s end this matter here. Mr. Xue, may we et again should fate allow it!"
After Xie Bi’an finished speaking, he did not wait for Xue Nu to reply, but went over to help Ge Kaiyang up and hurriedly led his own people away.
Xue Nu did not stop them, but just watched the crowd in the hall with a cold gaze.
These big shots from the various major families of the Capital City, now under Xue Nu’s stare, all looked like guilty schoolchildren. They all lowered their heads, none daring to et Xue Nu’s gaze.
"I heard that you wanted to leave my Young Master to die here?" Xue Nu said coldly.
The crowd’s faces turned pale, and no one dared respond to Xue Nu’s words.
Xue Nu snorted coldly: "A bunch of trash, you dare not even own up to your own words. How is that any different from farting?"
The crowd was annoyed but still dared not to say anything. This was Xue Nu, who would dare to provoke him?
"Alright, I won’t hold you accountable!" Xue Nu said coldly: "However, ten people must die in this hall tonight. Choose ten people to co out, otherwise, no one will leave!"
The crowd looked at each other, with over a hundred people in the hall, which ten should it be?
Many people began to panic, with a one in ten chance, they were all very afraid.
"What, unwilling to choose?" Xue Nu said coldly: "Or would you like to fight ? If you win, you can all leave."
Still no one answered. At this mont, Master Wang, exerting himself to endure the pain, roared, "Xue Nu, this is the Capital City, not the Northern Three Provinces; do you think you can flaunt your prowess here? With so many of us attacking together, you all will die here..."
This statent stirred up the emotions of those present. That’s right, if it really ca to a fight, they still had a chance.
"Is that so?" Xue Nu sneered: "Would you like to try then?"
The mont Xue Nu’s voice dropped, a uniform set of footsteps suddenly ca from the doorway.
Under the watchful eyes of all, a group of well-trained, neatly dressed n entered from the door.
The man at the forefront, in his thirties, reached the entrance of the hall and with a wave of his hand, those beside him imdiately dispersed.
The crowd could see clearly, as these n dispersed, they imdiately surrounded the entire hall, no exit spared.
"This... this..." The crowd’s faces were horrified, and those who were aware of the situation exclaid directly: "This is the War God Team of the Beigong War God!"
"What!?" The crowd exclaid again, though they did not recognize them, they were very familiar with the na War God Team.
This team was personally cultivated by the Beigong War God, as well-trained and powerful as the Jade-Faced Judge’s Hell Ghost Soldiers.
Xue Nu is the leader of the War God Team. He once led the War God Team to sweep through over a dozen of the Capital City’s great families, destroying several of them, formidable and invincible, daring anyone to provoke.
Now, Xue Nu has actually brought the War God Team here. At this mont, who would dare to underestimate Xue Nu?
If a real fight were to break out here, these people in Capital City would definitely be no match!
Xue Nu glanced at Master Wang and said coldly, "Well, do you still want to fight?"
Master Wang’s face was defeated. The mont he saw the War God Team, he knew the fight could not happen, as there was no hope for victory!
The people inside Purple Lotus Garden were mainly mbers of the Ten Great Families, led by the Wang Family. With Master Wang not daring to speak, the others were even more afraid to let out a peep.
"Forget it, I won’t waste words with you!" Xue Nu waved his hand again: "I’m giving you ten minutes to discuss among yourselves which ten people will die here. If you can’t choose after five minutes, I’ll take action myself. When that ti cos, there’s no telling if an accident might cause an extra ten or twenty to be killed—so be prepared!"
Having spoken his piece, Xue Nu didn’t even glance at the others, walking directly over to Su Yang and Lü Donglin, saying with a smile, "Co, co, take a seat. Oh, thieving baldy, you’re here too; waiter, bring the alcohol. The best wine, bring it all to . If we can’t finish it, I’ll take it with —charge it to that guy surnad Wang!"
Master Wang felt like he was about to cough up blood—why should it be charged to his account?
Purple Lotus Garden had no shortage of wine, which if sold, would probably amount to tens of millions. In fact, Master Wang didn’t care about the money.
But the problem was, what was the relation between them? You’re preparing to kill , yet still extort , on what basis?
However, he didn’t dare express the fury in his heart, only sulking with his head lowered.
The waiters dared not dally and hurriedly carried in box after box of wine.
Xue Nu opened four bottles, placing one in front of each of them—Su Yang, Drunken Monk, and Lü Donglin—and also taking one for himself.
"Co on, bottoms up!" said Xue Nu, tilting his head back and pouring the whole bottle into his stomach.
Su Yang watched on, dumbstruck; at their level of ability, drinking any amount of alcohol was nothing. But Xue Nu was too bold, downing a bottle of spirits just like that? As if drinking water?
The Drunken Monk, true to his na, started drinking without hesitation. Honestly, Su Yang really didn’t think of him as a monk; nobody drank fiercer than him. Moreover, his speech was full of ’Amitabha’s but the words that followed were way too grounded—nowhere close to a monk’s deanor.
Lü Donglin gave a smile, clinked glasses with Su Yang, and began to drink as well.
Several bottles of wine went down in just five minutes. Xue Nu smiled in satisfaction, turned his head to glance at the stunned crowd and said: "Hey, what are you waiting for? Ten minutes, and now only three are left. Are you ready for to take action personally?"
The complexions of the crowd instantly turned extrely unsightly, as they clearly understood that if Xue Nu were to personally take action, far more than ten people would die.
But the people present were either the family heads of the great families or at least key high-level figures of the families.
At this mont, selecting ten individuals from among these people to go to their deaths, how could they possibly choose?
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