Who are you, really?
The empty hall was thick with the heavy, acrid stench of blood.
Zuo He sat in his seat, eyes narrowed as he studied Evan Lin, trying to see through him.
But soon, Zuo He realized that even with all his years of judging people, he couldn’t read this youth at all.
Especially when Zuo He met Evan Lin’s eyes—so black and empty, it felt as if the world itself had gone dark—his heart skipped and a strange anxiety crept in.
Dad! Shut up and stop wasting time! Let Drake Huang do it—kill him!
The middle-aged man’s voice was hoarse with rage. The Zuo family, usually so dignified in outsiders’ eyes, now seemed almost crazed, as if possessed.
His only son, Simon Zuo, had always been pampered, but unlike other spoiled heirs, Simon had genuine intelligence.
After coming back from England, Simon planned to start his own business, and once the time was right, take over the entire Zuo family enterprise. But now, Simon had died so suddenly and inexplicably.
How could the middle-aged man not be devastated?
And this kid, from the moment he walked in, had shown nothing but contempt for the whole Zuo family. That attitude alone made the man want to crush Evan Lin completely.
Shut up!
Zuo He shot his son a cold glare, his aura overwhelming. The middle-aged man clenched his teeth and fell silent.
As a seasoned old fox, Zuo He could see Evan Lin wasn’t ordinary. The fact that Evan held a Summers family VIP card proved he had ties to them.
Unless absolutely necessary, Zuo He didn’t want the Zuo family to go to war with the Summers family.
"I am your Zuo family’s future master."
Evan Lin looked Zuo He straight in the eye: "You provoked me. By rights, I should kill you all. But I’ll give you one chance—if you behave and act like dogs, I’ll spare your lives."
Spare our lives? What arrogance!
Seeing Evan Lin’s calm face, even after years of cultivating his temper, Zuo He couldn’t help but explode in fury. Veins bulged on his forehead as he slammed the armrest hard.
"If you’re so stubborn, then sorry! Even if it means going to war with the Summer Family, the Zuo family will not swallow this insult today!"
Zuo He snorted loudly, then turned respectfully to Drake Huang, who had been sitting motionless nearby. He spoke slowly: "Drake Huang, I’ll trouble you to handle this."
"It’s nothing."
Drake Huang nodded slightly and stood up from his seat.
Instantly, an immensely powerful aura erupted from Drake Huang’s body, like a mighty river hanging from the sky, surging and unstoppable.
Drake Huang looked at Evan Lin, an indescribable light flashing in his eyes. He stepped forward, and the floor beneath his feet instantly shattered into countless fragments.
That powerful aura was almost tangible, full of oppression; everyone present felt their bodies grow heavier.
Cripple both your arms and become my disciple. Serve me tea and water from now on, and I’ll spare your life. Do you accept?
Drake Huang’s gaze flickered as he looked at Evan Lin, speaking softly. Each word sounded calm, but as it left his mouth, it struck the crowd like a heavy blow.
The middle-aged man’s face changed dramatically; Zuo He’s eyes gleamed with fanatic excitement as he looked at Drake Huang, his body trembling, muttering: "He’s really reached Vajra realm! Incredible, truly incredible!"
Many can reach the peak of Outer Strength, but only one in a thousand steps into Inner Strength. Even fewer reach the peak of Inner Strength, and fewer still break through that barrier to the mysterious Vajra realm!
It’s said that a martial artist who enters the Vajra realm becomes impervious to ordinary blades, and their unleashed inner strength is truly extraordinary.
Years ago, Drake Huang came alone to River City, earning his reputation with his iron fists. His master, the legendary Mo Yang, was a once-in-centuries genius in the province.
He began martial arts at five, reached Outer Strength at ten, Outer peak at fifteen, Inner Strength at sixteen, and Inner peak at eighteen. Most terrifying of all, Mo Yang stepped into the Vajra realm at twenty.
Drake Huang was personally trained by Mo Yang.
For decades in River City, he fought countless underground matches and remained undefeated, becoming a true master.
Now that Drake Huang has reached the Vajra realm, River City is too small a pond to contain this dragon.
In this life, I’ll only serve tea for two people—my mother, and Lily Zhao.
Evan Lin’s gaze remained calm, unmoved by Drake Huang’s aura. In his mind, he recalled the peerless beauty in a rainbow-colored dress—the Glazed Glass Palace master, Lily Zhao. For a moment, his eyes softened with rare tenderness.
Evan Lin gently set down his cup of tea, the liquid rippling as his lips curled into a faint smile.
Lily Zhao?
Beside him, Rachel Liu’s face was deathly pale. Standing next to Evan Lin, she was right in the center of Drake Huang’s overwhelming aura.
Her body couldn’t withstand the crushing pressure—her organs churned, blood spurted from her mouth, and her consciousness began to blur.
But those two calm words Evan Lin had just spoken still left Rachel Liu with a strange ache and sadness in her heart.
Who is Lily Zhao?
That was Rachel Liu’s last thought.
The next moment, Rachel Liu could hold on no longer. Her eyes closed and she began to collapse, but she vaguely felt herself fall into a warm embrace.
Evan Lin placed Rachel Liu in a clean corner.
Drake Huang remained still, watching coldly.
Once Evan Lin had settled Rachel Liu, Drake Huang’s gaze darkened. "Prepare to die!" he declared.
As Drake Huang finished speaking, his aura rose another level. The air seemed to freeze as he walked forward, hands behind his back—each step covering five full meters despite his slow movements.
In just four steps, barely a blink, Drake Huang was already before Evan Lin.
He clenched his fist, its tip rippling with force as if gathering tons of pressure, and hurled a punch at Evan Lin.
To Zuo He and the others, it looked as if a miniature tornado formed at the center of Drake Huang’s arm.
The tornado was swift and violent, carrying the power to destroy everything in its path!
Evan Lin’s expression remained calm. He extended a finger, touching the tip of Drake Huang’s powerful fist!