Within this fleet of luxury vehicles, the cheapest one was a Mercedes.
In the lead was a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
“F***ing b******!” Sole Wolf cursed, “Take your street racing elsewhere! How dare you stand in my way? Do you guys have a death wish?”
They had assumed that these cars were part of some street race.
As the doors of these cars swung open, a group of slender young men dressed in black came out of their cars and began walking over to them.
Upon seeing who they were, Jeager started to tense up.
“Oh no, it’s the Young Master of the Ancient Tomb Sect. He wants me to fight in his stead during the Martial Artist National Examination. They’re here to cause trouble.”
“Very well.” Zeke grinned. “Saves us the trouble of looking for them. Come on, Sole Wolf. Let’s go have a chat with them.”
“Right away!” Sole Wolf laughed as he got out the car.
One of the men in black stared menacingly at Zeke. “Jeager is in your car, isn’t he? Hand him over, and we’ll spare your lives.”
Zeke chuckled. “Well, that depends on whether you lot are capable of doing so.”
“You’ve got a f***ing death wish!” the man roared.
The Young Master of the Ancient Tomb Sect, however, stopped that man from acting irrationally. “Today is an auspicious day for me. I don’t wish for any blood to be shed. I think it’s best you guys saved yourself the trouble and just handed him over. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. If you were to offend us, you and your family are going to be in a whole lot of trouble.”
Zeke lit himself a cigarette and mused, “I certainly hadn’t expected the Four Great Martial Houses to be so arrogant. Looks like eliminating you guys is a really wise decision.”
What?
“Haha!”
After a moment of confusion, the people from the Ancient Tomb Sect immediately burst out laughing.
Did I hear him right?
He said he wants to eliminate the Four Great Martial Houses?
Backed by the Four Hidden Sects, the Four Great Martial Houses is deeply rooted in Eurasia. It’s safe to say that it’s more powerful than any other organization within the country.
As long as Eurasia exists, so will the Four Great Martial Houses.
This fellow must have completely lost his mind to be spouting nonsense like that.
Growing impatient, the man in black reached out to push aside Sole Wolf to go over to the car and drag Jeager out.
However, before his hand could even touch Sole Wolf, the man grabbed his pinkie tightly.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bones breaking pierced through the air.
It was then closely followed by a blood-curdling scream unleashed by the man in black.
As one would expect, breaking a pinkie was a terribly agonizing ordeal.
Everybody present at the scene was dumbfounded.
Is he out of his f***ing mind?
Not only did he make a move after a slight disagreement, but he also broke someone’s pinkie in front of everyone.
He’s f***ing ruthless!
“F*** you!” the man in black roared, “Go get him! He broke one of my fingers. I want you guys to break all his limbs!”
The moment the Young Master gave a command, the men in black surrounding them charged.
Sole Wolf’s lips twisted into a smile. “Can I take them, Zeke?”
“Sure,” Zeke replied, nodding.
“Right this way,” Sole Wolf said before charging towards the men in black like a bull, sending three of them flying.
In one swift motion, Zeke stepped out a hole that had just formed in the barricade.
Sole Wolf then proceeded to fight... No, the correct term was to slaughter.
The ranks of these men ranged from as high as Archduke to as low as Grand Master.
In the outside world, they certainly were a force to be reckoned with.
However, they weren’t enough when going up against King Class Sole Wolf.
In a matter of seconds, Sole Wolf had completely laid waste to the men in black.
Some of them were screaming in pain from the agony of broken bones, while others had gone into shock and fallen unconscious.
Sole Wolf’s menacing gaze then fell on the Young Master of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
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