The words made Bai Zihe chuckle.
He suddenly said to Zhang Wei, "Zhang Wei, before I came to Yangon City, your mother came to find me and asked me to take you back."
"Mother..."
Xu Chengyan, this iron-blooded tough guy, choked up in an instant.
What he worried about most was his mother at home.
In a flash.
Bai Zihe could clearly see the light in Zhang Wei's eyes once again.
He knew that Zhang Wei had not given up hope.
So he walked towards Xu Chengyan step by step. The latter sneered, but then...
He suddenly launched a fierce attack, striking at Bai Zihe.
"You little brat, die!"
"Be careful!"
Zhang Wei's eyes were tearing apart, and he let out a roar.
Bai Zihe, however, remained motionless. Only when Xu Chengyan reached him did he slowly raise his hand and throw a punch.
Xu Chengyan didn't take it seriously, preparing to block it with his arm.
But as he raised his arm, he felt an immeasurable power surge through it, a power he could not possibly resist.
Crack!
Xu Chengyan's arm was shattered.
Bai Zihe's punch, with undiminished momentum, hit his chest.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Xu Chengyan's ribs broke in response, his chest caved in, and his heart exploded!
He was sent flying, spitting blood in mid-air, and fell to the ground without a sound.
Dead!
Bai Zihe's punch was terrifyingly powerful.
And he, calm and composed, as if he had done a trivial thing, said, "I said one punch, and it's one punch. Why so much nonsense."
Silence fell over the entire scene!
No one expected such an outcome.
Just now, the image of Xu Chengyan catching a bullet with his mouth was still fresh in everyone's minds. Everyone thought he was an peerless master.
Unexpectedly, he was killed by Bai Zihe's punch.
These people stared with wide eyes, frozen in place.
Zhang Wei, however, inwardly cursed his bad luck. He stepped forward and pushed Bai Zihe outward, "Bai Zihe, hurry and leave, get out of here now!"
"This is Sang Biao's territory."
"If you kill his man, he won't let you go easily."
Although.
Zhang Wei was also shocked by Bai Zihe's strength, being able to kill Xu Chengyan with a single punch.
But Sang Biao...
He was a powerful figure in the underworld, with countless skilled subordinates.
If his men arrived and cornered Bai Zihe here, they would have no chance of escaping, only a certain death.
Bai Zihe smiled faintly, very calmly.
"Actually, I came to Yangon City for two things."
"The first is to fulfill your mother's request and take you back."
"The second is to find Sang Biao!"
Zhang Wei was stunned.
He subconsciously asked, "What are you looking for him for..."
But before he could finish, he saw Bai Zihe leave like the wind, his speed extraordinarily fast, so fast that "swift as lightning" would be an understatement.
It was Sang Biao who discovered Xu Chengyan's death and blocked the exit.
"Kid, how dare you kill Old Xu..."
Sang Biao's threat was cut short before he could finish it.
Because Bai Zihe had already grabbed him by the throat.
"Give me the key."
Bai Zihe's voice was chillingly cold, as if from an ice cellar.
Sang Biao shivered and was about to play tricks, but he found Bai Zihe's emotionless eyes fixed on him.
And the right hand gripping his throat was gradually tightening.
This was clearly a move to kill him!
Sang Biao's soul was in despair, and he stammered, "Here, here you go!"
As he spoke, he pulled out a key from his chest and tremblingly handed it to Bai Zihe, his eyes showing reluctance.
This key...
He had just traded for it from Tong La Pa, and it was still warm!
Bai Zihe took the key and sensed it.
A strong wood element emanated from it, confirming it was the ten-sided key.
"Sir... Sir, I've given you the key, can you... can you let me go?"
Sang Biao looked at Bai Zihe, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying, and stammered.
He didn't want to experience the feeling of his life being in another's hands for another second.
"Let go?"
Bai Zihe smiled.
His smile was cold, like a merciless Yama, devoid of any emotion.
"How long has this fighting ring been built?"
Bai Zihe asked a question that left Sang Biao bewildered.
But he dared not not answer and quickly replied, "Back to sir, it has been five years."
"Five years!"
Bai Zihe's anger surged.
Every year, people from Great Xia were tricked into this region.
Even.
News reports occasionally surfaced about people who had gone missing after arriving in Yangon City, as if they had vanished into thin air.
Undoubtedly.
A large portion of these people either became slaves under the likes of Sang Biao, or were killed by Sang Biao and his ilk for refusing to comply.
Thus, they were neither seen alive nor found dead.
Sang Biao was not the only one, but he was one of the unluckiest.
Since Bai Zihe had caught him, he would naturally not let him off.
"For five years..."
Bai Zihe's lips curled into a cold, bloodthirsty smile, like the death knell of a devil: "How many people from Great Xia have you killed?"
"And how many Great Xia families have you torn apart?"
"How many infants in Great Xia, still in their swaddling clothes, have lost their fathers forever?"
"In your eyes, they were ordinary people who could be killed at will, manipulated as you pleased, even less than livestock..."
"But in Great Xia..."
"They were the pillars that supported their families, the Great Wall that formed Great Xia!"
"Yet, you have ruthlessly slaughtered them..."
"And now you want me to let you go?"
"Go to hell and atone for your sins!"