A whistling sound split the air.
The chair shot past everyone’s heads, moving at incredible speed.
Just as it was about to smash into Evan Lin’s head, he didn’t even look back. He reached out with one hand and, to everyone’s amazement, caught the chair leg dead-on and held it steady.
All the force behind the flying chair was neutralized and vanished completely.
“I don’t know where you’re from, young friend, but this is Jared Qian’s auction. If you’re not interested, please leave at once. Don’t cause trouble here, or don’t blame me for being rude.”
The crowd parted, people backing away like a retreating tide.
From the back of the crowd, a middle-aged man in a black trench coat walked over slowly. His gaze was sharp as lightning, his temples bulged, and his cheekbones jutted high. When he spoke, his tone was calm but carried an unmistakable arrogance.
“Master Huang!”
When people saw who it was, their expressions changed instantly, eyes full of fervor.
Drake Huang.
He was the top enforcer at Jared Qian International Auction House, rumored to hail from a reclusive martial arts clan. Not only did he possess iron fists, but his physique was also unbelievably strong.
The first time Drake Huang set foot in River City, he personally took down the city’s overlord, Jiang Qianji, who had tangled with Jared Qian for over a decade. According to legend, when Jiang realized he couldn’t beat Drake, he tried to escape in his Porsche 911. But on the highway, Drake blocked him alone and flipped the car with a single punch!
There were countless rumors about Drake Huang. Many present had seen him before, but few had ever heard him speak, let alone fight.
Most outsiders believed that the reason Jared Qian could stand firm in River City for so many years was thanks to Drake Huang—he deserved seventy percent of the credit.
Unlike those muscle-bound brawlers, Drake Huang was tall and lean. At first glance, he looked more like a seasoned business elite than a fighter.
“So you’re Drake Huang?” Evan Lin turned his head, casually set aside the chair Drake had thrown, squinted at him for a moment, then nodded with a hint of surprise in his eyes. “Your qi leaks out, dense but not scattered. Interesting.”
Interesting.
As Evan finished speaking, Drake’s brows furrowed. Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but step forward: “Kid, do you even know who Master Huang is? How dare you talk to him like that!”
“Who is this kid? So arrogant—do your elders know what you’re doing?” someone else exclaimed, looking at Evan Lin as if he had a death wish.
On the other side, Megan Liu’s expression kept changing as she watched.
Drake Huang was infamous in their circle—if Doctor Wu was known for saving lives, Drake Huang was known for taking them without leaving a trace.
Although Drake rarely made a move, anyone who crossed him almost never met a good end.
Right now, Evan Lin’s words were clearly a provocation!
Megan Liu tried to step forward, but Julia Du beside her grabbed her wrist and held her back tightly.
Julia Du’s expression was calm, but when she glanced at Evan Lin again, her eyes showed a hint of complexity.
“Megan, it seems your classmate has real backbone.” Linda Zhao glanced at Evan Lin, her tone light, with both praise and a touch of regret.
People like that usually don’t live long.
He’d already beaten up Warren Wu, and now he was provoking Drake Huang. At this rate, it was anyone’s guess if he’d make it out alive.
“You really are interesting. I’ve been famous for years and met plenty of talented young people, but you’re the first to talk to me like this.” Drake Huang snorted coldly, then glanced at the huge clock hanging above the villa’s main hall entrance.
“It’s 7:50 now. The auction starts in ten minutes.” Drake murmured, then turned to Evan Lin, his eyes suddenly icy. “Ten minutes—if you can last that long, I’ll spare your life tonight!”
As soon as Drake Huang finished speaking, everyone suddenly felt a rush of wind.
A wind had picked up.
The wind was sharp and biting.
“Where’s Master Huang?” someone exclaimed, startled. They looked to where Drake had just been standing—but he was gone!
One second he’d been there, the next Drake Huang was right in front of Evan Lin!
Drake Huang threw a punch. At first glance, it looked totally ordinary, nothing intimidating about it at all.
But that punch cut through the air and headed straight for Evan Lin’s chest!
“You should feel honored to die by my hand.” Drake Huang sneered coldly.
He wanted to end this quickly. The punch looked simple, but ordinary people couldn’t possibly dodge it.
The force behind Drake Huang’s punch was enough to punch through a giant tree as thick as three people hugging it!
“Nice!”
The others couldn’t see Drake Huang’s movements, but Evan Lin could see everything clearly.
Seeing Drake Huang charge in, Evan Lin didn’t retreat—instead, he stepped forward, laughing boldly, and threw a punch to meet him head-on.
A deafening boom echoed out.
The wind howled even fiercer.
“Hm?” Drake Huang frowned. He hadn’t felt the expected impact of flesh on flesh—just a hard, solid resistance.
A jolt of pain shot through his fist, and Drake’s face flickered with surprise. But he didn’t stop moving!
“Interesting. But this is as far as you go.”
Drake Huang’s eyes went cold. His first punch missed, but the second was already coming in an instant.
“Fight!”
A blaze of battle intent flared in Evan Lin’s eyes.
He hadn’t gained the upper hand with that first punch—this was the first time he’d met someone who could take his blow!
“Come on! Let’s see whose fist is harder!”
Almost at the same time, Evan Lin threw his second punch.
The two traded blows in midair, fists crossing like raindrops—onlookers could only see a blur of fists.
Thunderous impacts echoed out from the storm of punches, making everyone’s hearts pound.
“That kid—he’s actually taking Master Huang’s punches!” Someone’s lips trembled as they stared at Evan Lin, as if witnessing the impossible.
Nearby, several elegant women holding glasses of red wine covered their mouths in shock, eyes wide as they watched the scene. “No way!”
“That guy looks barely in his teens, but Master Huang has been famous for decades. How can anyone be that strong?” a wealthy businessman muttered, rubbing his eyes.
“Don’t tell me… don’t tell me he’s from one of those legendary martial families!”
Someone swallowed nervously, unable to hold back their guess.
As soon as those words left his mouth, the whole room was stunned!
“Seven Mysteries Dragon-Elephant Fist! First Form—Treading the Seven Stars!”