"Attack! First, gouge out his eyes!" In the valley, Nalan Feng screamed at the security guards, his face twisted with madness.
Being beaten in front of so many people was an utter humiliation Nalan Feng could not endure. He could already imagine the news spreading throughout Yang City by morning. How could he possibly save face?
Thinking of this, Nalan Feng’s gaze toward Wu Tian filled with venom. He was going to teach Wu Tian a lesson—that some people could not be offended. He would make him understand his place.
As Nalan Feng’s fury intensified, the security guards could only sigh and advance toward Wu Tian. Their eyes were full of reluctance, but they knew that if they disobeyed, they would likely forfeit their own lives. With that in mind, the guards had no choice but to attack.
"Can this group of security guards even defeat that Wu Tian?" Lin Tianlong asked from the sidelines.
Nangong Yi studied the guards and chuckled. "Individually, of course not. But with all of them attacking at once, two fists are no match for four hands. This Wu Tian is doomed tonight."
"A poor man daring to enter our circle is truly asking for death."
"The poor are not of our world. Forcibly entering it is a sure path to disaster."
"Exactly. How can a snake crawl before a dragon?"
The wealthy lords and ladies chimed in with incredibly cruel remarks.
"Shut up," Wu Tian said, his head turning toward them.
His eyes were bone-chillingly cold, making the rich spectators tremble. Under his gaze, they felt as insignificant as ants.
A faint smile touched Wu Tian’s lips. His Spiritual Power had already flowed from his eyes into their bodies. For the next few days, they would be plagued with relentless misfortune. Choking on water would be the least of their worries.
"What are you waiting for? Get him! Cripple him!" At Nalan Feng’s roar, the group of security guards finally swarmed forward, lunging at Wu Tian.
One young guard was the fastest, swinging an electric baton at Wu Tian, its tip crackling. He intended to stun him before gouging out his eyes.
"Though you are being forced, you have still offended me," Wu Tian said, shaking his head but remaining perfectly still.
Seeing Wu Tian make no move to dodge, Lin Fa’s expression changed drastically. "Boss, look out!" he yelled.
Lin Fa tried to rush forward and help, but he was too slow. The electric baton sizzled as it swung toward Wu Tian. A direct hit would mean paralysis at best; at worst, serious injury.
At this sight, a cruel smile spread across Nalan Feng’s lips, as if he could already see the tragic scene of the guards subduing Wu Tian, leaving him completely at his mercy.
Finally, the electric baton made contact. But in that instant, everyone’s brows furrowed in confusion. Although Wu Tian had been struck, he seemed completely unaffected, still standing there silently.
"How is that possible?"
"The baton must have malfunctioned."
That was what Nangong Yi and the others assumed.
The guard who had struck him, however, turned pale. He knew his electric baton was working perfectly. So how was Wu Tian completely unharmed? The guard had no idea, but that didn’t stop the fear from blooming in his heart.
Just then, Wu Tian twisted his body, extended a hand, and with a flick of his wrist, turned the electric baton back on its wielder.
"AARGH!"
The guard was struck by his own weapon. He screamed once before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
The scene stunned everyone. Nalan Feng, not expecting Wu Tian to be so skilled, grew even angrier and bellowed, "Get him! All of you, at once! Don’t go one by one, attack together! Did you hear me, you idiots?"
His words snapped the guards out of their shock and fear. They once again charged Wu Tian together, their electric batons buzzing.

Wu Tian, oh, Wu Tian. You are very powerful. But when it comes to business, only I can help Qin Yuhan. Without me, how could she possibly partner with a foreign multinational group?
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