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Chapter 70
The teahouse remained in an eerie silence, the air thick with tension. No one dared speak, their minds still reeling from the violence they had just witnessed. Jiang Ning had left with Huang Yuming and Brother Gou, but his presence lingered like a shadow over the room.
Xu Rong’s face twisted with a mixture of anger and disbelief. His grip on the armrest of his chair tightened until his knuckles turned white. The fight had been a humiliation—a violent reminder of how far out of their depth they were. The sudden shift in power had been overwhelming. They thought they could dominate the situation, but instead, Jiang Ning had decimated their best fighters in a matter of moments. It was as if they were insects crushed beneath his heel.
Wang Gao stood motionless, his expression dark, his mind racing. He had brought in a top-tier fighter, someone who had killed opponents in the underground circuits. Li was no amateur—he was a seasoned killer. And yet, within seconds, he had been broken down, his bones shattered, his spirit crushed. Jiang Ning’s display of power had been so fast, so ruthless, it was hard to process.
“What… who was that man?” Xu Rong finally muttered, his voice tight with frustration and fear. He had heard rumors, whispers about people coming from Shengcheng—rumors about fighters and power brokers who could change the landscape of any city. Was Jiang Ning one of them? It seemed impossible. Who could wield such power without leaving a trace of his origin?
Wang Gao didn’t answer immediately, the weight of the loss settling heavily on his shoulders. His mind churned with the possibilities. If someone like Jiang Ning had come to Donghai, it meant the city’s underground world was no longer theirs to control. The power dynamics had shifted in an instant, and they had no idea how to stop it.
The room was still as the remaining men, some of whom had been silent spectators, exchanged uneasy glances. They had hoped to witness a spectacle, a fight that would solidify their status, but instead, they had watched their pride crumble.
“Who the hell was he?” Wang Gao finally asked, his voice rough with disbelief. His eyes narrowed, as though searching for answers in the room.
Xu Rong took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. “He’s someone we need to be cautious of,” he said quietly, though his words felt hollow. “If he’s from Shengcheng, then this is just the beginning.”
The two men stood there for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The illegal operations in Donghai, which had flourished under their rule, were now threatened by forces they didn’t understand. It was a chilling realization.
In the distance, outside the teahouse, Huang Yuming, Jiang Ning, and Brother Gou walked toward their car. Huang Yuming’s usual bravado had been tempered by what had just occurred, though he tried to maintain his composure.
“Are you okay?” Brother Gou asked, noticing the slight tremor in Huang Yuming’s hands.
Huang Yuming glanced at him, offering a tight smile. “I’m fine. Just… a little shaken, that’s all. But did you see their faces? That was priceless.”
Brother Gou chuckled, though his laughter was more nervous than celebratory. “I’ve never seen anyone take down fighters like that… like it was nothing. You were right to trust Jiang Ning.”
Huang Yuming’s expression softened slightly. “I know. That man… he’s not someone you mess with. But he’s on our side. For now.”
As they climbed into the car, Huang Yuming glanced back at the teahouse one last time. A mix of emotions churned inside him—pride, satisfaction, and an unsettling sense of foreboding. Whatever was coming next, he knew things in Donghai would never be the same.
“Things are changing,” he muttered to himself. “And we’re right in the middle of it.”
Back at the teahouse, Xu Rong and Wang Gao had already begun to leave, their faces drawn with the weight of what had just transpired. The battle for control over Donghai was far from over, but now, they realized, the stakes had been raised. They would need to reassess their strategies, their alliances, and perhaps even their very survival in this new, unpredictable world.
As the last of them disappeared into the night, a strange stillness took over the teahouse. The only sound left was the distant hum of traffic and the low murmur of the city, a city now on the brink of a major shift.
