As Jason Lin stepped back, Lily Liu beside him couldn't help but feel nervous inside. She hadn't expected May Wu's seduction tricks to be this powerful—even Prosperity Tower's owner was backing her up.
She didn't really understand martial arts, but she knew enough to realize how terrifying an inner-strength master could be. If one of them got serious, they could take on a hundred people without breaking a sweat. So even though Jason brought a lot of men today, if things really got physical, her side would probably still lose.
Seeing all this unfold, and May Wu looking lively and mischievous like a little demon staring her down, Lily suddenly felt she shouldn't drag others into her mess. If a fight broke out, others could handle it, but what about her 'little brother' Ryan Ling and the rest? What if something happened to them?
Thinking this, Lily couldn't help but consider just giving in. The Wu Family's power was still overwhelming—what was she doing putting on airs? Could she really beat them?
But while Lily was lost in these anxious thoughts, she suddenly caught Ryan Ling's gaze. Then, the clueless-looking Frank Qin stepped forward. Before Lily could figure out what was happening, Frank was already at the very front, staring blankly at Master Howard.
Master Howard was stunned, then burst out laughing: "Jason Lin, people say you've got guts, but now you chicken out like a turtle and send your little minion to die for you! Hahaha!"
After Master Howard spoke, several locals from Peachvale County couldn't help but snicker. Truth be told, as local big shots, none of them really respected Jason Lin for all his swagger.
Now that Prosperity Tower's owner and Master Howard had stepped up to take the heat, everyone relaxed and joined in the ridicule.
May Wu also sneered twice, thinking to herself that this time she'd bite them all to death.
But Jason Lin said nothing, and the others stayed silent too. Frank Qin just kept strolling toward Master Howard, eyes slightly raised, looking at him like he was a complete idiot.
"You son of a bitch! You brain-dead moron! Even your boss chickened out, and you still dare disrespect me? I'll gouge your eyes out!" Ironfist Howard was a real cold-blooded bastard. As he spat out the words, his fingers shot straight for Frank Qin's face.
Frank Qin didn’t even flinch. Suddenly, he swung his hand and slapped Howard across the face.
SMACK! The slap echoed like a thunderclap. Ironfist Howard looked like he'd been hit by a wrecking ball—his whole body shot from the first floor to the second, smashing through the marble railing like a popped balloon.
For a moment, the whole hall was suffocatingly silent. Not a sound. Everyone was frozen, stunned beyond words.
No one could believe Peachvale County’s so-called strongest master—a real inner-strength fighter—couldn’t even last a single round.
Even scarier, a few bold guests peeked and saw a huge bloody gash torn open on Ironfist Howard’s neck, blood pouring out as his eyes rolled back—he was dead. Just like that.
One slap—dead. Frank Qin’s strength was downright monstrous.
Victor Lau, who’d been strutting around like he owned the place, turned purple. The crowd, who’d been mocking moments before, gaped at Frank Qin like they’d seen a ghost.
May Wu was completely petrified. She stumbled backward, then collapsed onto the floor, legs giving out.
She just couldn’t wrap her head around it. Lily Liu, the woman she’d stomped on for three years, actually had someone this powerful protecting her—while she, with all her ‘high status,’ had no one at all…