"There's no shortage of people looking to cause trouble for , what do they count for?"
Tang Rao isn't being arrogant, it's just that he's always considered that there's no business that others wouldn't want a piece of. From the very start, Tang Rao knew there would always be soone wanting sothing for nothing, only coming to him for trouble after he's resolved all others.
"Our Kao Shan Sect is getting stronger, isn't anyone looking for trouble. It's quite early for soone to be coming to us, right?"
"Not necessarily, what if soone takes this mont to start sothing?"
Tang Rao smirks; he's not just guessing as he sees people walking toward them with threatening intent.
"No way, hey, you're underestimating the influence of Kao Shan Sect. Nowadays, just dropping our na, anyone with a little less nerve would steer clear."
Lu Jun wades in to join the excitent. Despite his already cautious nature, Tang Rao doesn't really know what having a small nerve ans to him.
"They've arrived, and it looks like they're not here to cause trouble, but rather to make a scene."
The sound of footsteps grows louder. Out of the many people walking, this group's steps are the most noticeable.
As Tang Rao points it out, everyone sharpens their guard.
Making a scene? They really bring that up; just monts ago we were saying no one would be here so soon. How long had our mouths been shut before they showed up?
"What kind of stuff is sold on this street? It's all deceiving junk, right? Our boss said today we're here to eliminate these harmful deceptions for the people, expose your scams to everyone, and smash the street."
A grand procession of dozens, clad in various colors of clothing. The similarity lies in their badges—a silver-white dove signifying purity and peace. Their deanor couldn't be further from the dove's symbolism.
"I sell deceitful items? Do you even know what I'm selling here?"
They haven't even seen what Tang Rao sells and yet claim Kao Shan Street is all fake goods. This kind of irresponsible talk would be criminal on Blue Star.
Unfortunately, here in the Divine Realm, accusations without evidence can't be rebutted unless you're strong enough to show you're correct through force.
"We don't care what you're selling. Our boss also said that we'll let your shops stay open under one condition—give us half of your profits, and our boss will cover you!"
So, it's about collecting protection fees again?
Tang Rao lants how in recent tis he's been fated to deal with those soliciting protection fees. One batch leaves, and another arrives, endlessly; his luck with peach blossoms isn't even this persistent.
"Don't you have any sha? Our boss worked hard to craft our industry, sweated to earn so money, and you want half the profit with just a sentence? Why don't you go to hell?"
Sun Miao's temper flares. He isn't afraid of their numbers. Everyone on this street belongs to Kao Shan Sect. At Tang Rao's call, all his people on Kao Shan Street would appear, making these re dozens no match for Tang Rao's larger group.
Sun Miao points at the man speaking, readying his fists as Tang Rao quietly channels him to calm down.
"Kid, I'm talking to your boss, where do you get the right to speak? If you know what's good for you, shut your mouth and get lost. Otherwise, no complaints when you're hurt by accident!"
Sun Miao doesn't throw a punch, yet before Tang Rao's eyes, the man raises a sword and aims it at Sun Miao.
But it's rely aiming. Just as the sword points, Tang Rao imdiately breaks it, the blade's crisp sound as it falls, leaving the hilt in the man's hand, and silence ensues.
If Tang Rao hadn't acted it would've been fine, but his action was unbelievable.
"To touch my people, regardless of who your boss is, sorry, but I'm not taking it. If you deserve a beating, you'll get one. If killing is warranted, then death it is!"
The ntion of killing cools the atmosphere by several degrees.
As expected of Kao Shan Sect's leader, the imposing deanor is in stark contrast to his lackey.
"Isn't your boss looking for half the profits from my business? If he wants my stuff, he should co to personally, not send trash like you for negotiations."
Tang Rao, at the peak of upper God realm, nearing advanced upper God status, refers to these lesser upper God individuals as trash, which doesn't seem excessive.
"Who are you calling trash? Our boss is at the advanced upper God realm. He said you're not worthy of knowing who he is, just fulfill his demands and prepare the profits."
Bang!
That's the man's final sentence, because as he finishes spouting nonsense, Tang Rao, with itchy hands, couldn't help but kill him.
"Anyone else wanting to speak on behalf of your so-called boss, step forward and let see."
Killing one to warn others is often the fastest approach. Tang Rao eliminates one, making the rest unwilling to risk sacrifice.
"Advanced upper God realm? To you, that seems mighty, but to , it's no biggie. Your boss, I'll rember. I hope he never shows up in front of . Now, get lost!"
Tang Rao possesses an aura that commands respect without anger, his presence alone enough to push others back several ters.
Within him flows dragon blood and an ancient Taotie lineage, concentrating all essence into him, owning the world's spotlight—a charm few can replicate.
This group's ergence rely a minor episode; once scared off, Tang Rao returns to boredom.
It appears his actions have attracted attention from high places, with businesses proving too profitable. Even advanced upper God warriors, who favor strength and higher realms over money, show interest.
"Hubby, you've really brought Yanren Street to the Divine Realm. Impressive, impressive!"
Fang Jinxiu disregards the many onlookers in broad daylight, approaching Tang Rao with seductive eyes.
Tang Rao embraces Fang Jinxiu, seeing past her neck that all the won of their household have co too.
"How is it? Divine Realm's Yanren Street didn't let you down, did it?"
Tang Rao boasts, his eyes pure as a child's, unlike his earlier self.
"Of course not, it's much better than I imagined!"
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