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"Hehe, now you know how powerful my master is, right? I forgot to tell you, my master is not just a martial arts expert, but also a practitioner of Zhenren Dao Fa, with extraordinary skills that no one can surpass." White glanced at Jiang Chen, feeling quite proud. Now that they had arrived at his master's residence, he felt even more confident.
Jiang Chen ignored White and walked up to the villa's entrance. With a gentle push, the tightly shut door swung open as if it were nothing. The lock was broken. Jiang Chen was not here for a visit; he was here to collect a debt and had no intention of being polite.
Inside the villa, flowers bloomed vibrantly, and the greenery was lush.
White felt a bit irritated; Jiang Chen was being incredibly rude.
"Hey, do you even understand manners? No one has—" White rushed in front of Jiang Chen, coldly questioning him. However, before he could finish his sentence, he was sent flying and landed among the rose bushes.
"Really annoying," Jiang Chen said indifferently before striding into the villa.
Jon Delson hurried to follow. He didn't feel much about the situation; after all, he didn't want White as his granddaughter's husband, so whether White lived or died was of little concern to him.
As for Alice, she froze when she saw White get hit, her eyes wide with disbelief.
After all, in the few months she had known White, he had displayed tremendous strength—one could say he could "punch tigers in the south and kick dragons in the north," showing remarkable bravery. Even a grizzly bear was no match for him. Alice had admired White greatly for this strength but never expected such a formidable expert would be casually tossed aside by Jiang Chen.
Alice had always viewed Jiang Chen as an ordinary person; the stark contrast now made it hard for her to accept.
Coming back to her senses, Alice quickly followed him into the villa.
White's physical condition was quite good; he rolled around in the rose bushes for a few moments. Although he was scratched all over by thorns, he eventually stood up and glared at Jiang Chen with rage in his eyes.
"You come here, break down my door, injure my disciple—don't you think you're being too disrespectful to me, an old man?" Suddenly, a voice came from inside the villa. Before the words finished echoing, an elder dressed in black martial arts attire stepped out.
The elder stood about 1.7 meters tall, neither too fat nor too thin. He had a neat crew cut and short facial hair. His square face paired with sharp white eyebrows gave him an imposing presence, especially with eyes that radiated an intimidating killing intent.
"You must be Li Yunye, the first elder of Hongmen," Jiang Chen assessed the elder and said lightly. This old man's strength was indeed greater than Yan Xiaotian's; however, Jiang Chen's current cultivation level was several times stronger than it had been six months ago. Even if there were a hundred Li Yunyues before him, they would still be insignificant.
"Indeed it is I. You must be Mr. Jiang, who overwhelmed everyone at the Songnan Martial Arts Grand Meeting. I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to be so young," Li Yunye also scrutinized Jiang Chen. Although he knew Jiang Chen was young, seeing him in person still shocked him somewhat—and raised some doubts.
"Since you know it's me, I suppose I don't need to waste words. You should know why I'm here," Jiang Chen stated.
"You killed Yan Xiaotian? He was an elder of Hongmen! You killed him and expect us to pay you ten billion dollars? Do you really think that's possible?" Li Yunye sneered. Though he found Jiang Chen somewhat inscrutable, he wasn't afraid of him just yet.
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