"36 million!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly with a gloomy expression.
"4—" Ning Wanxi had just uttered the number 4 when two silver flashes suddenly shot out from the middle-aged man's hand. His lips curled into a cruel smile—as if to say, 'Compete with , and I want you dead!'
The middle-aged man released the needles from his back, thinking surely they would both die. However, he suddenly realized the two Silver Needles disappeared as if into thin air, and Luo Chao subtly turned around, projecting two even faster silver gleams. The sight was shocking to both the middle-aged man and Yang He Ping; they never expected that he could use Silver Needles too!
The middle-aged man and Yang He Ping, caught off-guard, were instantly hit by the Silver Needles. Luo Chao sneered, then turned around once more, thankful that he had discovered the man belonged to the Fatigue Sect; otherwise, he might have fallen prey to a sneak attack.
The aura from the middle-aged man gave Luo Chao an uncomfortable feeling, so he suspected earlier that he might be a disciple of the Fatigue Sect, prompting him to remain cautious. Sure enough, the man couldn't resist acting.
Luo Chao held two Poisoned Silver Needles between three fingers; if these pierced the skin, it might result in death for him, let alone for Ning Wanxi. If Ning Wanxi were hit while he remained unhard, he could save her. But if he himself got hit by the Eighteen Needles of Inadequate Skill from the Fatigue Sect, he might lose his life.
"40 million," Ning Wanxi announced the bid, completely unaware of the thrilling battle taking place behind her; she had ventured to the edge of life and death.
Yang He Ping and the Fatigue Sect mbers had their pupils suddenly widen; they wanted to speak, but couldn't even move their bodies, only watching helplessly as the auctioneer shouted: "40 million, first call!"
"40 million, second call!"
"40 million, third call!"
"Sold!" With a bang, the auctioneer struck the gavel. He looked at Yang He Ping and the middle-aged man with surprise. They were regulars here, always leveraging their influence to stop others from bidding. What happened today? Did the sun rise from the west? Not only did they let an outside city group bid on local land, but they handed it over at a low price of 40 million—a true mystery.
However, sothing was off about their gazes—resentful, angry, even hideously nacing. The auctioneer felt a chilling sensation; what happened to them? Could they have suddenly fallen ill?
These two were notorious tough guys, so the auctioneer dared not linger. He directly announced, "The land in the new district goes to Tengyuan Group. Will the Tengyuan company representatives please go backstage for the handover procedures!"
After making the announcent, the auctioneer quickly left.
When Ning Wanxi heard the word 'sold,' she froze. The enormous surprise left the usually calm-headed CEO in a daze for a while—getting the land for 40 million was sothing she never dread possible! She thought the price would exceed 100 million at the very least—truly unbelievable!
Therefore, President Ning couldn't help but reveal a look of joy on her beautiful face. She instinctively turned her charming face and glanced at Yang He Ping and the middle-aged man, wondering if they had suddenly abandoned their evil ways. Yet, seeing them staring furiously at her, immobile, she realized it was Luo Chao's doing.
Luo Chao was indeed devious, rendering them unable to speak or move, no wonder she won the land so easily. Though his thods were sowhat underhanded, the wicked shall be overco by the wicked, dealing with them didn't need to be so righteous, Ning Wanxi thought to herself and whispered softly, "I'm going backstage, wait for here."
Little did Ning Wanxi know, Luo Chao hadn't proactively made a move at all—it was rely returning the sa asure for the sa attempt, his thods were much lighter than the killer intention from the Fatigue Sect; Luo Chao rely immobilized them.
"Go on," Luo Chao nodded. By then, Yang He Ping and the middle-aged man from the Fatigue Sect could move. The middle-aged man's gaze flickered wildly, he was astonished Luo Chao knew the Silver Needle Technique but wasn't able to effectively kill—his Silver Needles were only ant for saving lives, not ending them!
As the middle-aged man realized this, an expression of horror crossed his face. Rumor had it that a certain acupuncture technique was the nesis of the Eighteen Needles of Inadequate Skill; Eighteen Needles could only kill but not save, while this technique could only save, not directly kill.
"He's really formidable, beyond our capability to fight. We should leave," the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and Yang He Ping nodded without hesitation, rushing to leave—losing land was frustrating, but they couldn't lose their lives over it.
The middle-aged man and Yang He Ping left quickly, and Luo Chao did not stop them.
Outside the trading center's door, the middle-aged man opened the car door, just about to get in when a sinister voice reached his ears. "In such a hurry to leave? Why not stay for a chat?"
The Fatigue Sect mber's heart skipped a beat, turning towards the voice—he saw Luo Chao standing three ters away, not knowing when he had arrived.
Luo Chao understood that he had been discovered, hence the person couldn't be allowed to leave. If the Fatigue Sect in Southeast City got wind of his presence, it would place him in a passive position.
"I didn't expect that you're the heir to the Eighteen Needles of Returning to Life—truly surprising," the middle-aged man clenched his fist, staring intently at him.
Luo Chao chuckled, "Indeed, you're quite straightforward. If you hadn't attacked earlier, maybe you wouldn't have to die today."
Since Luo Chao approached him, the middle-aged man knew his Fatigue Sect identity had been exposed, hence saw no need to beat around the bush.
Understanding that only a desperate fight could grant a chance for survival, his eyes filled with Killing Intent, and three Silver Needles suddenly burst forth. But Luo Chao vanished like an apparition in the blink of an eye—his Speed was so fast the man couldn't track it, and before he could react, a Silver Needle pierced the middle-aged man's temple, his vision fading to a chaotic abyss.
The middle-aged man staggered toward the road as though lost in a trance, just as a truck sped toward him. The truck driver assud he saw the man, blaring the horn, yet the man moved another step forward as if committing suicide.
With a loud bang, the truck swept him under, killing him instantly in a miserable condition.
To prevent any complications and given the public setting, Luo Chao struck with full force, ensuring an imdiate downfall, ending the man in a suicide act.
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