The night descended.
The pure white moonlight spilled onto the earth, yet it carried a faint pallor and a hint of... melancholy.
Zhou Family.
Dongsheng Grand Hall.
Someone stood on the highest level, overlooking everything below, and dialed a number.
"The person you wanted, I've brought them back."
"As soon as the time comes, they will be auctioned in the grand hall."
"As for whether they can fall into your hands..."
The person chuckled, with a hint of playful amusement, "It depends on whether you are willing to pay enough sincerity!"
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
The person he was referring to was Miao Yinuo.
And the one he was speaking with was the informant from Miao Jiang responsible for liaising with him.
The Zhou family and Miao Jiang had a long-standing cooperation.
This time.
It was through the Zhou family that Miao Jiang was able to quickly locate Miao Yinuo's whereabouts and bring her back with ease.
Now, it was time to set the price.
To the Zhou family, Miao Yinuo held no value.
But to Miao Jiang, she was the daughter of the Gu King, a fact alone that made her priceless.
Coupled with some deeper secrets...
He believed.
Miao Jiang would spare no expense.
Outside the grand hall.
Bai Zihe arrived with his men.
"Halt!"
Just as he was about to step inside, a security guard stopped him, "Your invitation, please."
Bai Zihe glanced at him and said faintly, "I don't have one."
Then, he continued to walk forward.
The security guard froze for half a second, then grinned menacingly, reaching for something at his waist as he approached Bai Zihe.
The Zhou family had held power for too long, and no one dared to cause trouble, making his path to becoming head of security extremely arduous...
But if he could catch someone causing trouble and make even a little contribution.
It would undoubtedly shorten his journey considerably!
"You dare come without an invitation?"
"Are you tired of living, you bastard? Causing trouble at the Zhou family, have you no idea who you're messing with..."
*Slap!*
Before he could finish, Bai Zihe delivered a slap.
The security guard spun like a top and flew out, landing headfirst into a garbage can by the roadside!
After sending him flying, Bai Zihe entered the Dongsheng Grand Hall as if nothing had happened.
Inside was vast, larger than a football field!
But the interior was exceptionally luxurious.
The ceiling was adorned with luminous pearls, hundreds or even thousands of them connected, casting a soft glow that illuminated every corner, making it as bright as day even at night.
Around the hall were neatly arranged seating areas.
In the center stood a high platform, where countless spotlights converged, clearly illuminating everything upon it.
The first thing Bai Zihe saw was a large iron cage.
Although.
The large iron cage was covered by a piece of bright red silk.
Bai Zihe could easily deduce that Miao Yinuo was definitely confined within.
Since his target was clear...
Bai Zihe strode towards the large iron cage.
He kept walking.
Soon, he reached the steps leading up to the platform.
This immediately drew the attention of the guards stationed there.
"Kid!"
"This is not a place for you."
"Get lost."
"Otherwise... we won't be polite to you!"
The head of security barked with a fierce expression, but inwardly, he didn't take Bai Zihe seriously.
In his opinion.
Who would have the audacity to cause trouble at the Dongsheng Grand Hall?
But the next second, Bai Zihe proved him wrong with his actions.
*Slap!*
He stepped onto the first stair.
The head of security instantly became enraged, sneering, "Alright, we have a fearless one indeed!"
"Brothers, grab your weapons, and beat him to death..."
*Bang!*
Before he finished speaking, Bai Zihe punched him directly in the nose.
In an instant, it felt like the sky was collapsing.
His nasal bone caved into his skull, and blood poured from all seven orifices as the head of security fell to the ground.
The other dozen or so security guards were startled by the scene.
But they still charged forward, one by one.
After all, they had weapons!
However, Bai Zihe was much faster.
He transformed into a ghostly blur and charged into the group of guards. None of them could track his movements, let alone attack him.
Ten seconds later.
All the security guards lay on the ground.
Such a commotion immediately drew the attention of the Zhou family members.
A young master in luxurious clothing, holding a folding fan, walked over with a large group of people.
He was the third young master of the Zhou family, Zhou Zihao!
Zhou Zihao approached, toying with his folding fan, appearing quite flamboyant.
He considered himself dashing and elegant.
But in Bai Zihe's eyes, he was no different from a clown.
"Kid."
Zhou Zihao stood before Bai Zihe, "Swish," he opened his folding fan and said proudly, "Kneel before me and sing 'Conquer' ten times, and I can give you a quick death."
"Otherwise..."
"You will become a sky lantern at tonight's auction!"
Though young.
His words were chillingly terrifying.
The "sky lantern" here was not the kind used for bidding.
It involved cracking open the skull, but without damaging the internal structure, allowing the internal fat to slowly ooze out, and then igniting it...
The mere thought was horrifying!
Bai Zihe, however, pointed at the cage and said calmly, "She is my woman."
"You kidnapped my woman, and now you won't let me take her back..."
As he spoke.
Bai Zihe's gaze turned cold.
An intense chill spread rapidly from him as the center.
At this moment, both men were on the elevated platform, illuminated by countless spotlights. The scene immediately captured the attention of all the guests below.
Seeing Bai Zihe confronting the young master of the Zhou family.
For a moment, everyone scoffed inwardly, this kid probably didn't know why flowers were so red!
Zhou Zihao was also enraged by Bai Zihe.
The corner of his mouth twisted into a sneer, "Kid, do you think you're invincible just because you took down these guards?"
"I'll show you today."
"What it means to have people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens!"
As his words fell.
He shed his luxurious robe, revealing his well-built muscles underneath, which immediately caused a stir below.
"Hiss, Young Master Zihao's pectoral muscles are so large, I love it!"
"He truly is my dream man!"
"So handsome!"
"..."
Zhou Zihao was very pleased with the adulation from the crowd.
Then, his gaze swept over Bai Zihe, and with a proud smile, he suddenly pulled a pistol from the pocket of a bodyguard next to him.
The crowd below was stunned.
They didn't understand what the young master of the Zhou family intended to do.
Shoot Bai Zihe?
Unlikely.
Soon, Zhou Zihao provided the answer.
He flicked the safety off, held the pistol in his right hand, raised his left hand, deliberately exposing it to the crowd, and then...
Fired a shot into his own left hand!
"Ah—"
"Holy shit, what's going on?"
"Young Master Zhou... what's wrong with him?"
"He, he..."
The people below were utterly astonished.
They couldn't comprehend why Zhou Zihao would do such a thing.
"Why the panic?"
Zhou Zihao gave a devilish smile and then opened his left palm.
There, it glinted with golden light!
He had actually caught the bullet that had just been fired.
"Hiss—"
Everyone in the audience gasped.
"My God, Young Master Zihao is too fierce!"
"Catching a bullet with his bare hands, it's terrifying."
"Damn it, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe this?!"
"Awesome!"
"This is at least a postnatal martial artist!"
"Amazing..."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Exclamations of admiration, praise, and flattery erupted endlessly.
Zhou Zihao basked in the sycophancy, lost in the adulation.
Then.
He looked at Bai Zihe.
He wanted to see what kind of expression would appear on Bai Zihe's face.
However, upon looking, he didn't see the anticipated reaction. Instead, he saw an infinitely enlarging palm strike him across the face without mercy.
*Slap!*
A crisp sound echoed throughout the venue.
Zhou Zihao was sent flying and crashed heavily onto the ground.
The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone's mouths hung open in an 'o' shape, stunned by what they had just witnessed.