The temptation behind gentleness

"Is there an issue?"

The elder spoke, his voice deep and powerful to the extreme. Invisibly, it carried an overwhelming aura that could not be expressed in words. Across the vast distances, through the phone, Zhao Long on the other end felt his scalp tingle and his throat choked up.

"Elder Wang, when, when can you arrive in Yang City? I've encountered some problems here again, and if you don't come soon, I..."

"In five days, at the inauguration ceremony of the president of the Yang City Martial Arts Association, I will make my appearance."

The elder didn't let Zhao Long finish his words and hung up the phone with an indifferent tone.

"Boom."

The elder placed the phone aside and then threw a casual punch.

Ten feet away, there was a stone table in its original form.

The moment the elder threw his punch, the stone table shattered with a loud bang, turning into powder.

"Whew."

The elder took a deep breath and murmured to himself in a low voice.

"After ten years of closed-door training, I have finally achieved the Bursting Qi realm that surpasses Nourishing Qi."

"Then let the battle of Yang City be the stage on which I avenge the humiliation of ten years ago."

"I want the martial arts world of China to know that I, Wang Tongshan, am back!"

...

On the other side.

Inside the headquarters of the Blood Wolf Gang.

"Big brother, this guy didn't even let you finish talking and just hung up the phone. That's way too arrogant," said a minion dissatisfied.

"Slap!"

The next moment, Zhao Long slapped the man's face hard, spilling blood from his mouth and causing him to fall to the ground.

"Big brother, what, what did I do wrong?"

The underling who had been slapped looked wronged.

Zhao Long pointed at him and cursed loudly.

"You fool, Elder Wang was a renowned martial arts master who startled an entire region years ago. A local underground boss in a city had a conflict with Elder Wang, and that power was at least twice as powerful as our Blood Wolf Gang."

"Yet, overnight, the top ten influential figures in that gang met gruesome deaths, and over a hundred of their disciples were seriously injured."

"This elder also has a title, known as the Copper Hand Butcher."

"If he had heard what you just said, our Blood Wolf Gang would be doomed without a doubt."

"What?"

Hearing Zhao Long's words, the subordinates in the room displayed a touch of fear on their faces.

"Hmph, that Su kid, I'll let you jump around for five more days until Elder Wang arrives in Yang City."

"I'll make you wish you were dead, unable to live or die."

Wang Long's face was malevolent, his eyes sinister.

...

A busy day at work passed quickly.

At four in the afternoon, Su Fan received a phone call.

Looking at the caller ID, Su Fan was surprised.

Sun Rui.

The nominal daughter of Wu Miao and Sun Zhigang.

Last time, the two of them almost crossed the line.

Afterwards, they maintained basic contact.

However, since it was inconvenient for Sun Rui to talk during school, they mainly chatted via WeChat.

This was the first time Sun Rui had called him.

Moreover, it seemed to be during school hours.

As soon as Su Fan answered the phone, he heard Sun Rui's aggrieved sobs.

"Brother Su Fan, can I see you?"

"What happened?"

Although the two had not actually become physically intimate, Su Fan had already explored every part of Sun Rui's body that could be played with.

To a certain extent, Sun Rui could at least be considered half his woman.

Hearing Sun Rui's sad crying, Su Fan couldn't help but become anxious.

"Are those mental little girls and little guys bullying you again?"

"Brother Su Fan, let's talk when we meet," Sun Rui sobbed incessantly over the phone,

which made Su Fan all the more anxious.

"Alright, where are you? I'll come to you right away."

"I've booked a room opposite your hospital hotel. Come over," Sun Rui said and hung up the phone, then sent Su Fan the room number.