These words were like a thunderclap in the meeting room!
Jiang Zetian stopped in his tracks instantly, then turned around in disbelief.
The bald old man, whom everyone expected to be lying in a pool of blood, swayed and raised his hand, which was clutched with a handful of bullets.
He smiled, and apart from the wounds he had just sustained, he was completely unharmed after being riddled with bullets!
Catching a bullet with bare hands?!
How the hell is that possible?!
The tall, fat man and the short, thin man almost bit their tongues off.
They were so shocked that they didn't even realize they had stepped on each other's feet.
That's catching a bullet with your bare hands!
You have to understand, even if they were both masters of internal energy, they couldn't possibly do that!
While masters of internal strength are indeed powerful, they are ultimately still within the realm of humankind.
As long as it's flesh and blood, there's absolutely no way it can stop a bullet!
Not to mention close-range rifle fire.
Even for two masters of internal energy, catching all those bullets was an impossible task.
To achieve that, one must be at a higher level than either of them!
What level is higher than internal strength?
A state of perfection?
Or... a Grandmaster?
"Gurgle..."
The tall, fat man swallowed hard, then suddenly realized that the sound of him swallowing overlapped with the sound of his own saliva.
Turning his head, he saw that everyone present was repeating the same action as him.
Clearly, they had all considered this possibility.
None of those who can stay here are ordinary people.
They can learn something about martial arts, more or less.
That's why they were so surprised!
Is this really something an ordinary old man could do?!
At this point, anyone who still believes that the bald old man is an ordinary person is a complete idiot!
Tiger, who had just beaten up the bald old man, had the most interesting expression; his facial features were contorted.
He felt a surge of relief.
Fortunately, the bald old man didn't hold a grudge, otherwise... it's hard to say whether I'd still be alive now...
"Jiang Zetian, I wonder if... now we can have a proper talk?"
The bald old man crossed his legs and casually tossed the bullets in his hand to the ground, causing a series of clanging sounds to echo in the conference hall.
Jiang Zetian turned his head stiffly, feeling as if his neck had been frozen.
Staring blankly at the bald old man, Jiang Zetian suddenly slapped his forehead, becoming extremely enthusiastic as if he had become a different person.
"Hahahaha, I was blind to your greatness just now. You must be the legendary Black Cloud Evil God, right? Oh dear, my bad, my bad. I've never been very familiar with the affairs of your martial arts world. I've offended you this time. Please don't take offense, hahahaha."
Jiang Zetian strode over, plopped down in the seat next to the bald old man, and, ignoring the old man's recent hand-picking, grabbed the old man's hands tightly and shook them enthusiastically up and down.
When Jiang Xinyu, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, saw this scene, she felt nauseous again and quickly looked away, not daring to look any longer.
"How could that be? I've always had a very good temper."
The bald old man chuckled, then released Jiang Zetian's hand and said calmly, "Your Jiang family went to so much trouble to find me, so why don't you just say it, who do you want me to kill?"
"You know my rules. Although I haven't been in the mortal world for a long time, I'll still charge the same fees as when I was in the Assassin's Hall."
"If you want me to kill someone, no matter how strong their cultivation level or how powerful their background, there's a fixed price."
The bald old man held up one finger, smiled faintly, and said, "Ten million."
Ten million?
Jiang Zetian opened his mouth, then breathed a sigh of relief.
This price is within his acceptable range.
After all, the other party is the infamous Black Cloud Evil God, and only this price is worthy of his status.
Otherwise, wouldn't that be too ridiculous?
"Okay, since you've agreed, then everything is negotiable."
The bald old man nodded, then raised his old eyes, scanned the room, and said, "Do you want to talk to me here, or somewhere else?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zetian seemed to wake from a dream and quickly stood up, saying, "Then of course we should go somewhere else! Hahaha, the environment here is too poor and does not match your status. Come, come, follow me!"
Jiang Zetian took the lead, guiding the bald old man into a private conference room on the side.
Only those treated as equal partners by the Jiang family are allowed to enter this meeting room.
Jiang Xinyu was very perceptive; she chased the rest of the people out and stood guard around the conference hall, not allowing anyone to approach.
As for the bounty on the tall, fat man and the short, thin man, Jiang Xinyu didn't delay. She settled the accounts with a wave of her hand and then let them leave.
Jiang Zetian chatted with the bald old man for a long time, a full two or three hours.
No one knows what the two of them talked about in the meeting room.
But one thing is certain.
From the constant bursts of Jiang Zetian's relieved laughter coming from the meeting room, the group could basically confirm their suspicions.
Jiang Zetian... was very happy.
[...]
When Luo Chen arrived at the restaurant, Raphael had already prepared the meal. At the table, Fang Xue and Luo Luo sat on either side, intentionally or unintentionally leaving the seat of honor for Luo Chen.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Luo Chen smiled and looked up at the two women.
In an instant, two transparent system frames appeared before Luo Chen's eyes.
[Real Name: Fang Xue. Appearance Rating: SS, an absolute beauty!]
[Real Name: Luo Luo. Appearance Rating: SS, an absolute beauty!]
Upon seeing this, Luo Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.
Unexpectedly, the two items the system gave us—appearance assessment and real name—are actually passive skills?
However, Luo Chen was not surprised at all by the high beauty ratings of the two women.
They even felt the rating was too low.
[This system doesn't seem to be accurate either. It's one thing for Luo Luo to have SS-level looks, but how come Fang Xue is too? That shouldn't be the case. If you ask me, Fang Xue should at least be SSS! How can she be the same as Luo Luo? This system is definitely a fake!]
Upon hearing Luo Chen's thoughts, the two women simultaneously stopped what they were doing.
They exchanged a surprised glance.
Fang Xue couldn't help but let out a strange smile. If she hadn't had self-control, she probably would have burst out laughing.
Lolo's face instantly darkened, her eyebrows twitched, and suddenly the steak in her mouth didn't taste good anymore.
What on earth is this idiot bro doing?
What do you mean by "It's one thing for Luo Luo to have SS-level looks" and "How can you be the same as Luo Luo"?
What do you mean?
ah?
What the hell do you mean?
Luo Luo wasn't the type to take it lying down. She stopped eating, slammed her knife and fork onto the plate, stood up, walked quickly to Luo Chen's side, grabbed his ear with one hand, and twisted it sharply!
"Hiss... What are you doing!"
Luo Chen gasped in pain.
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