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Chapter 111: Ye San is the Leader
In a moment of reflection, Ye Huan, an ordinary Level Six Mage, pondered who had given Long Batian such audacity to send people after him. However, upon seeing Long Batian confidently state his name, accompanied by a face radiating righteousness, Ye Huan couldn't help but suspect that Long Batian might be the illegitimate child of some powerful figure, given his unwavering confidence.
"Long Batian, if I heard correctly, you said you would repay the Ye Family's principal and interest?"
With a hint of amusement in his gaze, Ye Huan's lips curled into a slight smile as he questioned Long Batian. Those present were puzzled by his thoughts, including Long Batian himself, who was struggling internally more than anyone else. He thought to himself, 'Elder Gong should be dead, and the elite of Dragon Hall must be finished as well. Who else could possibly lead Dragon Hall besides me, Long Batian?!'
With these thoughts in mind and bearing the title of Dragon Hall's leader, Long Batian stepped forward with determination. Despite being a Mage, his robust physique and righteous demeanor made him appear even more imposing than a warrior.
Seemingly ignoring Long Batian's resolute expression, Ye Huan flipped his hand and produced a Tiger Tooth D80 Bayonet, which he threw directly in front of Long Batian. It landed with a sharp clink, firmly embedding itself into the ground.
"Take the knife and stab your right leg. Then cut off your left arm. I won't trouble Dragon Hall any further." Slowly removing his sunglasses, Ye Huan spoke coldly. His handsome face bore a smile that appeared sinister to those from Dragon Hall, evoking their resentment and prompting murmurs among them.
"This guy is going too far! We are the fourth force in Huaxia Nation; how can we be afraid of just one person?"
"Exactly! I say we all go for it; we might even achieve something great!"
"Great achievement? Damn it! How can you all not include me in this?"
After some discussion, several defiant low-level warriors from Dragon Hall drew their swords and charged at Ye Huan. Long Batian did not intervene; he wanted to see if Ye Huan truly possessed the strength to back up his threats. After all, losing a leg and an arm was significant for any warrior. If Ye Huan really had the power to annihilate Dragon Hall, Long Batian wouldn't mind taking a couple of hits for the sake of preserving it. But if Ye Huan had merely slipped past the Mysterious Old Man into the city...
Long Batian focused on the scene before him; whether or not they would repay the principal and interest depended entirely on Ye Huan's next move.
Ye Huan did not disappoint Long Batian. He aimed an M4A1 assault rifle at the low-level warriors. As gunfire erupted, those disciples from Dragon Hall fell into pools of blood in an instant—killed effortlessly.
Looking back at Long Batian's astonished expression, Ye Huan had anticipated this reaction. His tone grew colder as he said, "Make your move! Otherwise, I can't guarantee I won't do something to Dragon Hall."
Hearing Ye Huan's words and glancing at the less-than-a-foot-long D80 Tiger Tooth Bayonet before him, Long Batian took a slow step forward. But how slow could he really go over such a short distance?
He picked up the D80 Tiger Tooth Bayonet from the ground and gripped it tightly in his hand. Fear mingled with anger on his face, but more than anything else was a sense of unwillingness. Yet under Ye Huan's watchful gaze, he had no choice but to raise the bayonet high and plunge it forcefully into his right leg...
Blood splattered everywhere, a gruesome sight under the sharp blade of the D80 Tiger Tooth Bayonet. Long Batian's skin was softer than freshly steamed buns just taken from the steamer, pierced cleanly through from front to back.
Yet he was still a man, attempting to pull the Bayonet out. However, as he did so, the barbed edge of the Tiger Tooth Bayonet tore away a large chunk of flesh from his thigh, exposing raw, bloody muscle beneath.
‘He really is ruthless.’
Seeing the stark white bones through the wound, Ye Huan couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for Long Batian. Moreover, even now, Long Batian remained upright; Ye Huan knew he could never be as composed as Long Batian in such a situation.
Under Ye Huan's watchful gaze, beads of sweat formed on Long Batian's forehead as he gritted his teeth. He tried to lift his arm again, which had gone numb from pain, aiming the bloodied Bayonet at his left shoulder. If he brought it down now, it could very well render his arm useless.
At that critical moment, just as the Tiger Tooth Bayonet began to descend, a crisp gunshot rang out. A bullet fired from Ye Huan's M4A1 assault rifle struck the Bayonet aside, causing it to clatter heavily to the ground.
"Young Master Ye, what are you doing?" Long Batian asked, his vision growing hazy but forcing himself to inquire.
With a smile and a shake of his head, Ye Huan glanced at Ye San beside him and made a decision. He turned back to Long Batian and said, "Long Batian, you can keep your arm, but you have to agree to one request of mine. How about we negotiate?"
Blood pooled around them. Seeing Ye Huan still smiling made Long Batian want to unleash a sixth-level spell using his Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy on him. However, he hesitated; after all, if even the Mysterious Old Man had been killed by Ye Huan, what would happen if he acted? It would surely bring disaster upon Dragon Hall.
Reluctantly, Long Batian nodded.
"He is my servant from the Ye Family and my brother. Today, I want you Dragon Hall to submit to me, Ye Huan, with Ye San as your leader!" Ye Huan declared proudly, speaking as if it were an established fact without regard for the thoughts of the ordinary members of Dragon Hall. This drew their discontent as they murmured among themselves:
"What? A servant from the Ye Family is supposed to be our leader? What kind of joke is this?"
"Damn it! I'm done with Dragon Hall! Why should we listen to a servant from the Ye Family?"
...
Ye Huan heard all these murmurs but didn't get angry; after all, if he were in their shoes, he would feel the same way—especially since this was just a spur-of-the-moment idea for him.
Dragon Hall had long been an underground force in Huaxia Nation. In terms of information dissemination speed and influence range, they were nearly on par with one of the three major Professional Associations. If they could submit to him, it would make things much easier for the Ye Family in their future resurgence. However, this crucial issue rested on Long Batian's shoulders.
Ye Huan turned his gaze toward Long Batian ahead of him, filled with inquiry.
"Is your goal the Dragon Hall? Then why don't you come and be the leader of the Dragon Hall yourself?" Long Batian looked at Ye Huan with confusion. The Dragon Hall was vast, with branches spread across Huaxia Nation, so it was no surprise that Ye Huan harbored ambitions. However, why would Ye Huan allow a former subordinate of the Ye Family to stand over him, Long Batian?
Wanting to explain but hesitating, Ye Huan ultimately chose not to speak. He couldn't possibly tell Long Batian that a Cultivator had already set their sights on him, could he? If he were to speak the truth, it would be absurd if those from the Dragon Hall could be of any use to him.
Instead, Ye Huan concocted a lie: "I might have some matters to attend to soon, which is why I asked my brother to manage the affairs of the Dragon Hall. What do you say? Will you agree?"
"What if I don't agree?" Long Batian asked, still unwilling to give up.
"If you don't agree, then the Dragon Hall will vanish without a trace within Huaxia Nation!" Ye Huan's coldness was unmistakable as he spoke, causing everyone present from the Dragon Hall to shudder involuntarily.
Having achieved his desired effect, Ye Huan felt quite satisfied. He struck with a stick and then offered a sweet date: "Long Batian, rest assured, I am not an unreasonable person. I assure you that when I do not need the Dragon Hall, aside from ensuring it serves me well, I will not interfere in its affairs. Moreover, if any troubles arise that cannot be resolved, I am not unwilling to stand up for the Dragon Hall."
As he spoke, Ye Huan pointed at Ye San sitting in the distance. From the moment Ye Huan had suggested he become the master of the Dragon Hall, Ye San had been completely dumbfounded and still hadn't managed to process it.
It was no wonder; the Dragon Hall was well-known throughout Huaxia Nation. Including all its branches, its membership reached an astonishing forty to fifty thousand people. While there were not many High-Level Practitioners, low-level Professionals were everywhere. Who wouldn't be shocked? Let alone someone like Ye San, who was merely a subordinate.
In contrast, when Long Batian heard Ye Huan's last words, his eyes—somewhat hazy from blood loss—suddenly brightened. He glanced around at many ordinary disciples of the Dragon Hall and nodded heavily, his heart blooming with joy.
With the Mysterious Old Man and many elite members of the Dragon Hall dead, Long Batian was likely now the highest-ranking member left in the entire organization. In today's Huaxia Nation, who wouldn't want a piece of such a cake? If Ye Huan was willing to act as a backing for the Dragon Hall, it would be nothing but beneficial for them. Moreover, he had stated that he would not meddle in internal affairs.
Long Batian's agreement came surprisingly smoothly. Ye Huan was taken aback as well and revealed an inscrutable smile while gesturing toward Long Batian's wound, indicating that if it wasn't bandaged soon, he might truly die…
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