Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

In the hall, the atmosphere instantly became very tense and extremely charged.

Lin Zhen's subordinates numbered over twenty, each one an elite from the ranks that followed him back from America, their ominous aura enough to cow any ordinary person into stillness.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But who was Ouyang Zhennan, if not the mighty overlord of Xiangjiang, a figure unphased by grand spectacles?

"Lin Zhen, you're trying to scare me." Ouyang Zhennan stood up, his expression turning exceedingly calm.

Lin Zhen said nothing, his face a bit grim. He really didn't want to clash with Ouyang Zhennan, whose strength and connections he somewhat dreaded.

"Ouyang Zhennan, yes, we are indeed trying to scare you. Regardless, you took our money, so you must kill Ye Ling. Otherwise, we can't guarantee your safe exit from this room."

The speaker was Feng Yuting. She stood up and casually snatched a cup from the table, smashing it fiercely on the ground.

With a crash, the cup shattered, glass shards scattering everywhere. In the instant the glass burst, about a dozen shapely women charged into the room, clasping classic Desert Eagles, aiming their guns at Ouyang Zhennan.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen immediately sensed something was amiss. This time, he had truly offended Ouyang Zhennan, but since he had already done so, he might as well go all the way.

"Ouyang Zhennan, you have a reputation to uphold. You took my money, so you should complete the task I gave you. Otherwise, it's not just your reputation that will be damaged, but more so, your safety," Lin Zhen stood up and said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zhennan burst into hearty laughter, "Lin Zhen! Let me tell you, your one billion won't even buy the life of one of my brothers!"

"They've followed me through the wilds of Xiangjiang, fought battles in East Africa, and now, because of you, they have all died in Xiangjiang!"

"You should know what kind of man Ouyang Zhennan is. If you have the guts, just kill me outright; otherwise, I will settle this account with you—the account of you and Ye Ling setting me up to be killed!"

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Ouyang Zhennan's face twisted malevolently, his brothers' lives over money? Money was worthless, less than scrap paper compared to his brothers' lives.

Lin Zhen gritted his teeth, "Ouyang Zhennan, use your brain and think carefully. It's I who want to kill Ye Ling. If I really wanted to kill you, would I need to resort to schemes?"

Ouyang Zhennan was taken aback, then flew into a rage. What was Lin Zhen implying, that Ouyang Zhennan was nothing in his eyes?

"Lin Zhen, I'm walking out now, and I guarantee you, if I die, you will absolutely not make it back to America!" Saying this, Ouyang Zhennan rose to his full height, glowered at everyone around him, and slowly made his way outside.

Feng Yuting gnashed her teeth, her eyes flashing coldly with murderous intent. Just as she was about to speak, Lin Zhen's phone suddenly rang.

Lin Zhen glanced at the caller ID, a shock to his system. It was a big shot from the American Hong Gang, someone of terrifying stature and influence. Lin Zhen hastily answered the call.

"Lin Zhen, let Ouyang Zhennan go. We'll settle our accounts after you come back to America." The line was cut off right after the message.

Lin Zhen was stunned, feeling as though he'd just been slapped in the face by a broom. He had sought out Ouyang Zhennan to kill someone, and not only had the deed not been done, but he had also landed himself in trouble.

"Take action!" Feng Yuting saw the conflicted expression on the man beside her and bit down hard. She didn't care about some overseas big shot; she wasn't going to travel abroad, and no one would dare to touch her in her own country.

Bang, bang, bang—a series of gunshots rang out. Ouyang Zhennan's figure dodged nimbly, but still, he was hit by a stray bullet in the thigh, collapsing to the ground as blood oozed out.

"Ha ha! Good! Rest assured, Lin Zhen, even if I die, neither the Lin Family nor the Feng Family will have peace. I will be waiting for you—go ahead, kill me!" Ouyang Zhennan howled ferociously.

Feng Yuting walked over to someone's side, snatched the handgun from their hand, walked up to Ouyang Zhennan, and pressed the gun against his head with a grim expression, "Took our money, failed to get the job done, what use is there in sparing your life?"

"Tsk tsk, quite a lively scene here. Tell me, Feng Yuting, if you want to kill this guy, do you really need to join forces with me to set him up? Aren't you enough to deal with him on your own?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out, startling everyone in the room, who all pointed their guns at the door.

At the door, a tall figure appeared and walked into the hall—it was Ye Ling, hands in his trouser pockets and a cigarette hanging from his mouth, looking like a complete ruffian.

Shocked to see an enemy, Feng Yuting clenched her teeth the moment she saw Ye Ling, her hand raising the gun and firing directly at him without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ye Ling shouted, "Hey hey, you venomous woman, how did you sweet talk me in bed, huh? Didn't we agree to join forces and take down Ouyang Zhennan and Lin Zhen?"

"And now you're turning your back on me? Truly, a woman's heart is the most poisonous!"

As he spoke, Ye Ling's body kept moving, managing to dodge Feng Yuting's frenzied shooting.

"You're Ye Ling?" Lin Zhen was somewhat surprised to see Ye Ling as well, but thinking of his son's death, hatred welled up in his heart, filled with murderous intent.

Ye Ling nodded, "That's right, I'm the Ye Ling who cuckolded you. What about it? Let me tell you, you won't live long either. Once I join hands with Feng Yuting and we kill you, all your wealth will be mine."

"Killing your son, sleeping with your wife, spending your money, heh, what a delightful feeling," Ye Ling laughed heartily.

Lin Zhen's eyes widened as he looked towards Feng Yuting, sensing that something about the situation was off—why hadn't Feng Yuting told him that Lin Hua had hired Zang Hua before?

"What are you looking at! Do you believe what he's saying? He's the one who killed Xiao Hua, hurry up and kill him!" Feng Yuting yelled after tossing aside her empty handgun.

"Tsk tsk, don't believe it? Does she or does she not have a mole under her arm?" Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders and said with a grin.

Lin Zhen clenched his teeth; Feng Yuting did indeed have a mole under her arm and she never wore sleeveless clothes, so it was impossible for others to have seen it.

"Ye Ling! You're talking nonsense!" Feng Yuting yelled furiously, her complexion turning pale green—this bastard had killed her son and now he was insulting her too!

But Lin Zhen bellowed, "Shut up, all of you!"

Then he turned to Feng Yuting and demanded, "Feng Yuting, what the hell is going on here, explain yourself!"

Meanwhile, Ye Ling was all smiles. When Feng Yuting raised her arm to shoot him, there was a small crevice at the armpit connection, and how sharp was Ye Ling's eyesight? He had clearly seen the mole under her arm.

Ye Ling really wanted to say, even if you stripped this old hag and threw her on the bed, I wouldn't give her a glance. With so many stunning beauties at home, why would I risk getting butchered by a horde of women for an old shrew?

"Lin Zhen! You doubt me?" Feng Yuting suddenly flew into a rage.

Before Lin Zhen could speak, Ouyang Zhennan, lying on the ground, burst out laughing, "Why shouldn't he doubt you?"

At this moment, everyone in the room nearly went insane—what exactly was happening here? Were they joking around or just messing around?