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Chapter 68
The silence that followed Jiang Ning’s casual phone call hung heavily in the air, like a storm just before it hit. The bosses around the room exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from disbelief to rising irritation. How could Jiang Ning be so nonchalant in such a high-stakes situation? Did he not understand the severity of what was unfolding?
Master Han, already agitated, clenched his fists tightly. The audacity of Jiang Ning’s words was more than he could tolerate. The calmness, the disinterest—it all grated against his years of experience and the reputation he had built for himself. He had seen many young men overconfident, but none who dared to mock him with such ease.
“Enough of this!” Master Han growled, his patience running thin. He was done playing games. “You’re asking for trouble, boy.”
But Jiang Ning didn’t even flinch. His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned his gaze back to Master Han. It was clear from his calm demeanor that he wasn’t intimidated. Jiang Ning placed his phone down slowly and looked at the Muay Thai fighter, then at Master Han, as if sizing them both up. His voice was cool, almost dismissive.
“You two don’t seem like much. I expected more from people who charge this much for a fight.”
The words cut through the tension like a knife. The Muay Thai expert, who had been sitting silently, stood up abruptly, his face contorted in anger. Jiang Ning’s dismissal of him as nothing more than a low-level fighter was a slap to his pride.
Master Han’s face reddened, and he was no longer willing to hold back. He surged forward, his body tense with the readiness to strike. “You will regret this,” he muttered as he moved into the center of the ring.
At the same time, Xu Rong’s expression turned darker, but he didn’t intervene. He wanted to see this play out. His money was already on Master Han; he knew what kind of power the man held. But Jiang Ning’s disregard for their efforts was unsettling. Could this man really be a match for their best fighters?
Huang Yuming, however, remained entirely unfazed. “Let them have their fun,” he said with a chuckle, leaning back comfortably. “We’ll see who walks out of here standing.”
Brother Gou, ever loyal, stepped aside with a smile that betrayed nothing of his true thoughts. Inside, though, he was eager to watch what was about to unfold. It was rare to see Jiang Ning this confident, and from the way things were shaping up, it seemed like a lesson was about to be delivered—one that no one in the room was expecting.
Master Han, seeing the unshakable calm in Jiang Ning, finally snapped. With lightning speed, he launched himself toward Jiang Ning, his hands swiping through the air like blades aiming for a swift and brutal attack.
But Jiang Ning barely moved.
With a quick sidestep, he avoided the strike, his body moving with fluid grace as if he was simply dodging a fly. His eyes were sharp, calculating, and his movements were effortless, like a predator evading a prey’s last-ditch efforts. Master Han’s attack missed by inches, and Jiang Ning’s reaction time was a stark reminder of the gulf between their abilities.
The room went silent again.
Master Han staggered slightly, surprised by the ease with which Jiang Ning had evaded him. He turned to face his opponent, eyes burning with frustration. His arrogance had been shattered in that split second.
“You’re good,” Master Han gritted, his tone filled with grudging respect. “But that won’t save you.”
Jiang Ning tilted his head, his lips curving into a slight smile. “We’ll see about that.”
And with that, the battle for Donghai’s underworld was about to take a very different turn. The other bosses, unsure of how to proceed, watched in stunned silence, realizing that the balance of power had shifted unexpectedly. The real fight was only just beginning.
