Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

At this moment, in a room, there were seven people seated around a curved table, their eyes somber, their expressions as still as water. Standing by the seven were the four young men who had clashed with Yi Tian and his group. Their wounds had been simply bandaged; though not completely healed, it did not impede ordinary movement. All four stood silently still, their faces concealed in the shadows, with only a pair of bright eyes flashing a chilling light.

Although there were eleven people either sitting or standing in the not-so-large room, not one spoke. Only the sound of slow, heavy breathing could be heard. The air seemed to freeze, a strange, icy chill flowed through the confined space. The seven seated individuals each had frowns etched deep on their brows, their eyes glimmering with an unusual light. It was not a light from any superpower or energy, but a light that naturally emitted when a person was deep in thought.

Sensing the bizarre atmosphere in the room, Giles and the three others standing beside the young man couldn't help but shiver, yet still dared not utter a word. They were waiting, waiting for a decision to emerge or for someone to speak first. Here, they did not have the right to speak; the only one with the authority to speak, the young man, merely kept his mouth shut, deep in thought, his eyes flickering with unknown intent.

The white-haired man sitting in the middle of the seven let out a deep breath, glanced at the six beside him, then turned his gaze to the young man. He seemed to want to say something but was at a loss for words because the video footage just now had left them somewhat at a loss, especially the scene where Yi Tian and his group were safely taken away. Although the appearance of the person who took Yi Tian was extremely vague, those present knew which faction he belonged to.

"Didn't you say there was no problem? How were you intercepted halfway, causing such a huge mess?" The middle-aged man with a hawk-like face at the far left spoke coldly, his voice full of discontent. Originally, this operation was to be as covert as possible, but it had still been discovered.

No reply. The young man did not speak, nor did Giles and the others dare to rashly respond. Even Cook, who was usually the most arrogant, stood meekly, motionless like a wooden man.

The reaction of the four youths surprised the middle-aged man greatly; this was a blatant challenge to his authority. With a slap of his hand on the table, the middle-aged man stood up abruptly, pointing at the young group, shouting, "William, don't think that just because you have some power, you can ignore me, or I'll make your life a living hell." The middle-aged man was furious but didn't dare to step forward.

The young man called William continued to stand quietly, deep in thought, with a peculiar look in his eyes, as if he hadn't heard the middle-aged man's words at all. Meanwhile, the three standing beside him were breaking into a cold sweat, thinking their boss was too bold, dare not respond to these bigwigs.

The middle-aged man's yelling fell on deaf ears, turning the already tense atmosphere awkward. The middle-aged man, for a moment, didn't know whether to sit back down or continue standing. In his usual dealings, whenever he asked a question, people would rush to answer. Now, not only was there no reply, but even his insults were ignored, making him feel unprecedented embarrassment. His face turned red with frustration, and with a bitter heart, he stepped forward and slapped William's face with a loud slap.

The crisp sound reverberated in the small room, further thickening the nearly solidified air.

Seeing their leader being slapped, Giles and the other two, who were by William's side, were not to be trifled with. They only listened to William, regardless of who the opponent was. Now that William was slapped, it was even more unbearable for them than being slapped themselves. Immediately, the aura around the three underwent a tremendous change. A strong killing intent surged from them, and an inexplicable chill filled the room.

With killing intent upon him, the middle-aged man who slapped William shivered suddenly, looking fearfully at the three beside William, "Do you want to rebel?" Although he was scolding, his voice wavered. Indeed, he held a high position, but he had no power, and when facing William's group of superpower users, it was like a mouse meeting a cat.

The intense killing intent snapped William out of his thoughts, and the first thing he saw was the terrified middle-aged man, followed by the realization that the three beside him emitted a formidable killing intent. He frowned slightly, saying in a deep voice, "What's going on? What are you doing?" As soon as William spoke, Giles and the other two immediately withdrew their killing intent, though their eyes remained hostile towards the middle-aged man.

"William, why didn't you answer?" The white-haired man in the middle spoke slowly, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Answer? Answer what?" William's face was perplexed, not knowing what had just transpired. As for the slap from the middle-aged man, it was like a mosquito bite to William, utterly unnoticed. Had it been someone with a bit more power, he might have punched them dead before their slap even landed.

William's response thoroughly infuriated the middle-aged man still standing in front of him. The middle-aged man extended his finger, tremblingly pointing at William, "You, you, you..." but couldn't articulate anything. William, on the other hand, was even more confused. The William at the moment bore no resemblance to the fierce individual who had fought against Yi Tian.

The white-haired man sighed, slowly saying, "Watt, sit back down. William, what were you thinking just now?" Upon hearing the old man speak, the middle-aged man obediently returned to his seat, silent and with a somber expression, thoughts unknown.

Hearing the white-haired man's query, William tilted his head, pondering for a moment before saying, "I was thinking about yesterday." Yesterday being the day Yi Tian and his group intercepted them. Indeed, he was pondering the confrontation with Yi Tian, although he didn't elaborate on the specific thoughts.

The white-haired man didn't press further, instead starting another topic, "I heard that yesterday the Military Department had already sent out a special team to track down Yi Tian's whereabouts, and before that, Xuan Ice from the four generals had already crossed paths with Yi Tian. How did you find him?"

William wasn't sure why the white-haired man asked this, but after contemplating, he answered honestly, "He's very strong." As he said this, William wore an expression of anger, clearly still upset that Yi Tian was saved so mysteriously.

"Oh?" The white-haired man didn't have a clear grasp of the concept of strength, but since William had acknowledged the other's strength, it was unlikely to be inferior. After all, William could already be compared with those from the Military Department's special team.

"Do you want to defeat him?" The white-haired man asked again, his gaze flashing with a peculiar light.

William didn't speak but nodded heavily. Upon returning yesterday, he had immediately submitted the battle footage and learned that before clashing with him, Yi Tian had already had conflicts with other top fighters from the Alliance. Given the timeline of events, Yi Tian hadn't rested at all and still managed a draw. This thought upset William greatly; he couldn't accept losing to someone like Yi Tian.

"He's just a murderer's son, not even a third-class citizen, yet he can hold his own against me. Don't underestimate people," William gritted out, ignoring the expressions of the seven seated people.

"Alright. Go and rest for now. I'll let you know if something comes up." The white-haired man, seemingly tired, waved his hand for William and the others to leave.

Once the four left, the small room returned to complete silence, akin to a graveyard's.

The white-haired man's fingers gently tapped the table, producing a rhythmic knocking sound, his expression unchanged, giving no hint of his thoughts.

Watt's face remained exceedingly somber; he still couldn't get over William's disregard. Yet, he had no means to deal with William and his group. Their faction was always lacking in military strength; without special economic methods, they wouldn't even have squeezed into this small circle.

"Watt, don't mind William's actions earlier; he's always been like this." The white-haired man, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, directly addressing Watt. This startled Watt, making him well aware to stay clear of William's group.

Silence prevailed again, as if the seven were immersed in their own thoughts, unwilling to speak further.