"Sister, why has this bad guy suddenly beco polite?" Xiao Manxuan asked from the Xiao Family’s position on the second floor, clearly puzzled.
"You already called him a bad guy, why would he be polite to an enemy?" Miss shook her head and gave a bitter smile.
Mrs. Xiao also furrowed her attractive brows, worriedly saying, "What is Lin Tian going to do? He’s not going to kill soone, is he? Although this is our Huaxia people’s territory and the Japanese police rarely interfere here, it wouldn’t be good if soone was killed."
"That won’t happen. Although Lin Tian is sowhat ruthless towards his enemies, he has a clear standard in his heart and knows the limits," Miss replied.
"That’s good then; not killing anyone is the bottom line," Mrs. Xiao sighed in relief.
Miss felt a bit helpless and muttered softly, "Maybe they would rather choose death later; for them, dying might even be a kind of release."
"What did you say?" Mrs. Xiao asked, puzzled.
"Oh, nothing... I didn’t say anything," Miss quickly denied.
While everyone in the hall was wondering how Lin Tian would deal with the situation, the six Ninjas who had attacked were the ones truly in tornt. Before their mission, they had heard of a Huaxia man nad Lin Tian, a fearso devil, rciless in his thods. They were still skeptical at the ti.
Now, having seen him in person, they first saw a handso, sunny young man, which doesn’t match the image of a fearso devil at all. However, his smile carried a wickedness that left the six n anxiously unsure, completely unable to guess what their fate would be.
"If you ever see your boss again, rember to tell him to send more people next ti he goes against the Xiao Family. Otherwise, I might get too bored!" Lin Tian said with a cold smirk, his tone icy.
He finished speaking and, before they could digest his words, Lin Tian suddenly made a move, grabbing the leading Ninja. It seed like a light grasp, but the Ninja let out a painful shriek of "Ah," his broken blade dagger falling unsteadily from his hand.
Lin Tian clenched his hand, his eyes fixated on Bai Yuze as he applied more pressure and said with a cold laugh, "I haven’t even exerted much force, and you’re already unable to bear it. What kind of Ninja are you?"
Bai Yuze, locked in Lin Tian’s icy gaze, felt his body hair stand on end, as if the pain the Ninja was experiencing was happening to him.
With a "crack," Lin Tian suddenly increased his force, and the sound of bones shattering abruptly filled the hall, resonating crisply. Although many there had seen older generations enforce private punishnts, the sound of the bones breaking still made them shiver.
Bai Yuze turned pale, no longer daring to et Lin Tian’s gaze, but even as he lowered his head, he could still feel Lin Tian’s piercing stare enveloping him. No matter how deeply he breathed to calm his emotions, he couldn’t escape it; cold sweat uncontrollably broke out on his skin, even soaking through his suit jacket.
Sun Decai and Futian Shenyi, standing next to him, felt no better, feeling as if the next broken hand could be theirs.
If there was one person whose feelings differed in their small circle, it was Qi Jing. Watching Lin Tian in the center of the room, her eyes sparkled with an unusual light, just like the first ti she saw Lin Tian when she was in her freshman year.
The injured Ninja couldn’t withstand the assault of the pain, his legs giving way, and he knelt before Lin Tian. Still, impressively, he didn’t faint.
"Not bad, it seems your boss trained you well. This level of pain hasn’t destroyed your will," Lin Tian said, sowhat surprised.
Normally, when people suffer injuries as severe as bone fractures, the brain sends out protective commands to pass out; otherwise, the human nerve system couldn’t withstand such intense pain, which could fry the brain neurons. Minor cases result in ntal impairnt, while severe cases could lead to dentia.
However, there were exceptions, such as spies, special forces, or ninjas from Japan who had undergone pain endurance training. Lin Tian suddenly recalled the Japanese sniper he had seen last night, who, despite severe torture, did not confess until a Gu Worm made him submit.
Lin Tian was well aware that the purpose of such training for Japanese ninjas was to resist harsh interrogations when captured.
But today, Lin Tian did not plan to interrogate them; he simply aid to assert his authority, letting the Gu Cultivators, the Sun Shadow Association, and even ill-intentioned families or conglorates like the Li Family know.
This was an outright display of power by the Xiao Family, showing not only their integrity in business but also their inviolable authority!
"Our Samurai spirit will not yield, will not..." despite writhing in pain and breaking out in cold sweat, the kneeling ninja said stubbornly.
"Good, I’m not afraid of your defiance; I fear your pleas for rcy, otherwise how would this play out?" Lin Tian said coldly, unimpressed by his resilience.
"A play? What play?" the ninja asked with alard curiosity.
"Of course, it’s ’the pot calling the kettle black’ ploy. If you still manage to return alive to your boss, maybe he will tell you. Now, let see where your training’s limit lies?" Lin Tian said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the ninja had not yet grasped the aning when Lin Tian grabbed his arm with his other hand. With a crisp "snap", another section of the ninja’s arm bone shattered under Lin Tian’s grip.
This ti, the ninja didn’t even have the chance to speak, tilting his head and passing out imdiately.
The audience on site were stunned; Lin Tian was crushing the ninja’s arm bones inch by inch. Many female guests couldn’t stand such a scene and turned their heads away, and even so n with faint hearts dared not look directly.
Only a very few won could remain calm—Miss Manxuan, Mrs. Xiao, Ou Qinglan, and a few others. Although Shi Feifei was a popular star and a renowned auctioneer accustod to grand scenes, she had never seen anything like this before.
She managed to keep her expression unchanged, but the trembling of her eyes and eyelashes betrayed her inner turmoil.
The other five ninjas were trembling as well. One of them, unable to bear the pressure, struggled to get up and tried to escape.
Lin Tian did not stop him but said coldly, "If you move one more bit, your fate will be worse than his. Oh, right, you might not understand what I’m saying; I can repeat it in English for you."
He reiterated in English, and indeed the ninja trying to escape understood. His body imdiately froze, and he dared not move anymore.
"Lin Tian, you are still on Japan’s turf, and as their compatriot, I, Futian Yizhi, take the liberty to plead for them," Futian Yizhi stood up and said aloud.
Lin Tian knew he would stand up to speak, but Lin Tian was clearer that Futian Yizhi was not truly pleading for these ninjas.
Futian Yizhi was considering his own position. As a Japanese, he had to speak under such circumstances; otherwise, later, he would be criticized by the Japanese for ignoring his compatriots’ plight.
Yet Lin Tian also knew that these Japanese ninjas and Futian Yizhi definitely had connections. Futian Yizhi’s pretense of compassion only highlighted his hypocrisy—committing offenses yet wanting to erect a moral front!
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