Chapter 87: The Shadow’s Passing Grief
At the same time, inside the bar’s main hall, Crow had arrived with a large group of underlings.
The moment he stepped in, he saw chaos everywhere, with more than a dozen of his men lying on the floor. The bar’s original patrons were long gone.
Looking ahead, he saw five figures in black cloaks standing not far away.
“Who are you? Why have you come here to cause trouble for my Azure Cloud Gang?” Crow asked in a low voice, sweeping a stern gaze across the five of them.
By his usual temper, he would have already lunged at them. The only reason he had not was because he could feel an overwhelming martial presence radiating from them.
He had never sensed such power before, and he knew he was no match for any of the five.
“Cut the nonsense. Which one of you is called Su Yifan? Hand him over!” the leader of the five said coldly.
What?
They were here for Young Master Su?
Could they be his enemies?
Crow looked at the five of them, his expression growing complicated.
They had come for Young Master Su.
And just moments ago, he had boldly declared in front of Su Yifan that he would handle this matter.
If he backed down now, would that not lower his standing in Su Yifan’s eyes?
Just as Crow stood there in difficulty, Su Yifan and Lin Ming had already come to stand behind him.
Earlier, Su Yifan had heard that they were here for him, but he had not rushed to reveal himself. Instead, he chose to watch first.
“Are you all deaf? If you still do not hand him over, then every last one of you will die!” the man said gravely.
The next instant, a terrifying pressure erupted from his body and engulfed Crow and the others.
Under that oppressive force, Crow’s group found even breathing difficult. Most of them could not withstand it and fell to their knees at once.
“Brother Fan...” Lin Ming forced out the words under the pressure, sweat already beading across his forehead.
Seeing this, Su Yifan placed a hand on Lin Ming’s shoulder and slowly sent a stream of spiritual energy into his body.
In the next second, Lin Ming felt the crushing pressure on him vanish without a trace.
“Brother Fan, this...” Lin Ming was about to speak when Su Yifan gave a slight shake of his head, signaling him to stay silent.
At that moment, the man spoke again. “If you still cannot produce him in three seconds, you die.”
“Three...”
“Two...”
Just as he was about to count to one, Crow took a difficult step forward.
Seeing this, Su Yifan’s lips curved faintly.
But then, the next moment, Crow clasped his hands and said, “Senior, there is no one here by the name you seek. Perhaps you have come to the wrong place?”
He had already made up his mind.
No matter what happened, he would never betray Young Master Su.
“Do you think we’re idiots? We only came because we confirmed the person was here,” the man said with a cold twist of his neck. “Since none of you will speak, then you can all die!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he shot forward like an arrow, charging straight at Crow.
“I’ll start with you!”
He wore a vicious smile and struck at Crow’s forehead with a palm.
“Young Master Su, run!” Crow suddenly spread his arms and shouted toward the people behind him.
He did not know whether Young Master Su could match the five of them, so this was no act on his part. It was sincere.
“Boss!”
A group of underlings looked on anxiously at their leader.
“Brother Fan, save him!” Lin Ming could no longer hold back and blurted to the friend beside him.
Even without Lin Ming saying it, Su Yifan would not have let Crow die.
Just for the fact that Crow had refused to betray him even at the cost of his life, even the King of Hell himself would not be taking Crow away today.
Bang!
Just as the man’s hand was only a few centimeters from Crow’s forehead, his entire body exploded on the spot into a cloud of blood mist.
The scene stunned everyone present, especially the four remaining men opposite them.
To this very moment, they still could not make sense of what had happened.
Who had struck just now?
They had looked the other way over, and aside from Crow, whose martial presence was the strongest, the others were either ordinary people or worthless dark-force fighters.
Where on earth was the problem?
At that moment, Su Yifan stopped pretending and stepped forward to stand beside Crow.
“All right, step back.”
“Yes, Young Master Su.”
Crow responded respectfully and retreated.
Once Crow had withdrawn, Su Yifan looked at the four men before him and said, “Speak. First tell me who sent you, then end your own lives.”
“Do not make me take action.”
Hearing this, the four men stared at Su Yifan in unison and first sensed the martial aura on him.
But they found that Su Yifan had not a trace of martial energy at all.
In other words, the person before them was just an ordinary man.
A plain ordinary man, not even a martial artist, was actually daring to speak to them like this.
That nearly made them laugh.
“I say, kid, you—”
Bang!
One of the four had just begun to speak when Su Yifan slapped him into a cloud of blood mist before he could finish.
At that sight, the remaining three could not help drawing a sharp breath.
How was that possible?
He clearly had no martial aura on him. How had he done it?
“I told you not to wait for me to act. You simply would not listen,” Su Yifan said indifferently.
“You... Could it be that you are Su Yifan?” another man on the opposite side pointed at him and asked in a trembling voice.
“That is not the answer I want,” Su Yifan said, shaking his head.
The next instant—
Bang!
The man who had spoken exploded on the spot into blood mist.
Seeing such terrifying strength from Young Master Su, Crow and the others were immediately galvanized, and the underlings began shouting one after another:
“Young Master Su is awesome!”
“Young Master Su is mighty! Young Master Su is legendary!”
At this moment, Lin Ming looked at the figure of his good brother, his face flushed with excitement.
Brother Fan... he really isn’t a cultivator?
Such terrifying power!
No. I have to work even harder and strive to become as strong as Brother Fan as soon as possible.
Then Su Yifan spoke again. “That leaves only the two of you. Will you do as I say, or end up like the others?”
As soon as he finished speaking—
Thud!
Thud!
The two men on the opposite side dropped straight to their knees. One of them hurriedly said, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk, don’t kill me!”
“We are assassins from the Dark Web’s Shadow Drift organization. Someone posted a five-hundred-million bounty on your life on the Dark Web, so we came.”
“Who posted the bounty on me?”
Su Yifan asked.
The man hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, the next second—
Bang!
He was instantly blasted into a smear of blood!
The last remaining man nearly lost his soul from fright and hurriedly said, “I’ll say it! The man is called Mei Chuan Nei Ku.”
As expected, it was him.
Last night’s assassination had failed, yet the other side still would not give up. Before long, they had sent more men after him.
The bounty had also risen from one hundred million to five hundred million. Truly a grand display of wealth.
“Senior, I have told you everything you wanted to know. Could you perhaps...”
Bang!
Before he could finish, Su Yifan sent him off with a blood-mist gift of his own.
What was wrong with these people? They came to assassinate him and still thought about surviving. What exactly was going on in their heads?