Everyone present was shocked and greatly alarmed.
No one had expected Ying Chen to act so decisively, to kill so readily!
He showed no restraint, nor did he consider any consequences!
Liao Yifan's father felt both shock and rage.
He couldn't understand: Was Ying Chen not worried at all about escaping Hong Kong after killing him?
Were the Flying Tigers of Hong Kong merely decorative?
Were the many Feng Shui and martial arts masters of Hong Kong also merely decorative?
Did the faces of so many influential families in Hong Kong mean nothing?
Ying Chen's actions were clearly a case of killing one's enemy while also harming oneself, even if it meant sacrificing eight hundred to gain a thousand.
No, it wasn't sacrificing eight hundred, but a thousand!
This was clearly the rash act of a brute trying to satisfy a moment's impulse!
But… a trace of regret and fear then flashed through Liao Yifan's father's mind.
While Ying Chen would surely be punished, he himself would be dead before Ying Chen even faced his reckoning!
He was the biggest loser in this affair!
"No... don't!" Liao Yifan's father cried out in a desperate voice.
His former haughty demeanor vanished, replaced by a pale face and a look of utter horror.
But Ying Chen paid him no mind. As his palm lifted, it descended with a thunderous crash.
It was as if a small mountain had smashed down from above, its immense power unstoppable!
Just as Liao Yifan's father was about to be crushed beneath Ying Chen's palm.
At that moment, a hoarse voice echoed from outside the door: "Where there is room for forgiveness, one should forgive!"
Simultaneously, an iron ball, the size of a fist, shot forward like a cannonball.
The air was torn open by the iron ball, with white currents of air diverging along its sides, resembling a miniature fighter jet breaking the sound barrier.
This demonstrated the terrifying force of the strike!
Ying Chen's ear twitched slightly, clearly sensing the iron ball's arrival.
However, Ying Chen didn't even spare it a glance. His palm did not pause, continuing its descent towards Liao Yifan's father's head.
Yet, as it descended, it changed from a "slap" to a "grab."
His fingers curved like hooks, seizing Liao Yifan's father's head and yanking it aside!
The next second, everyone present, including the person who had called out from outside, let out a collective gasp of alarm.
Because with Ying Chen's move, the target of the iron ball's attack had suddenly shifted from Ying Chen to Liao Yifan's father!
Given the iron ball's terrifying momentum, it was likely that even a slight touch to Liao Yifan's father's head would cause it to explode like an overripe watermelon!
"Grandpa... save me!"
Liao Yifan's father, seeing the iron ball inches from his face, widened his eyes in utter terror.
He shouted towards the voice outside the door.
The voice outside did not respond.
Instead, another iron ball broke through the air, faster and more powerful than the first.
With a deafening roar!
It directly collided with the first iron ball.
The impact caused a large dent in the first iron ball!
Furthermore, it sent the first iron ball flying dozens of meters away, smashing through several walls!
Drip, drip...
A foul odor emanated from beneath Liao Yifan's father.
He had been scared to the point of urinating himself!
Ying Chen looked at Liao Yifan's father with disdain, and with a *smack*, he dropped him to the ground like a dead fish.
"With such a timid spirit, where did you get the nerve to speak so boldly to me earlier?"
Ying Chen taunted Liao Yifan's father, asking him.
Liao Yifan's father lowered his head in shame, unable to speak.
Fortunately, not many people were present today, otherwise, he would have lost all face!
The head of the Liao family, reduced to incontinence by fear.
If this were to spread, he would instantly become the laughingstock of all Hong Kong.
He would never be able to hold his head high again!
"Young friend, you have remarkable skills. It seems the mainland still harbors hidden dragons and crouching tigers, not like what others say, that true legacies are gone and only fake masters roam."
At this moment, an old man appeared at the doorway.
As he spoke, he placed a hand on Master Hong's shoulder.
The next second, Master Hong, who had been slumped on the ground by the door, felt a surge of vital energy flow through his body, and his unresilient limbs instantly responded.
He stood up again!
"Grandpa, you've finally come!" Master Hong, upon standing, was so overcome with emotion that he was on the verge of tears as he addressed the old man.
This old man was none other than the true elder and guardian of the San He Sect—Grandpa Hong!
"Grandpa, I never expected to trouble your esteemed presence. I apologize for not welcoming you properly, please forgive me."
Liao Yifan's father also struggled to his feet and bowed to Grandpa Hong with clasped fists.
His expression was one of utmost respect and politeness.
This demonstrated Grandpa Hong's status in Hong Kong.
Grandpa Hong glanced indifferently at Liao Yifan's father: "Your Liao family has stirred up quite a disturbance this time. Afterwards, in addition to the usual courtesies and tributes, you will also compensate me with a pair of fitness balls."
The two iron balls Grandpa Hong had thrown earlier were actually fitness balls he used for strengthening his grip.
Upon hearing this, Liao Yifan's father quickly replied: "Naturally, naturally. I will find someone to craft a pair of fitness balls made of aged sandalwood, ensuring their weight is no less than yours, and they will be more aesthetically pleasing and enjoyable to use than iron balls!"
Grandpa Hong nodded in satisfaction: "Then I shall eagerly await their delivery."
Having said that, Grandpa Hong turned his gaze to Ying Chen: "Young man, your martial arts are excellent, but not to the point where you can definitively defeat this old man. Fighting to the death and exhausting ourselves is meaningless. How about this, I will act as a mediator. The Liao family will compensate you 1.4 billion, and you leave with the money."
"If you come to Hong Kong again in the future, feel free to mention my name, and I guarantee you will have a comfortable and enjoyable time here!"
Before Ying Chen could reply, Liao Yifan's father's face contorted into a bitter expression: "Grandpa, can you..."
Liao Yifan's father intended to say "can you not compensate," but before he could finish, he was met with a cold glare from Grandpa Hong: "Silence!"
Liao Yifan's father immediately shut his mouth.
"1.4 billion? That's acceptable." Ying Chen, faced with Grandpa Hong's proposal, seemed remarkably reasonable and agreed without hesitation.
Grandpa Hong breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It seemed this young man was easy to deal with.
However, in the next second, Grandpa Hong's expression drastically changed.
"The remaining 4.3 billion can be settled with goods."
"If there are no goods, their lives will suffice."
"I don't have many virtues, but being easy to talk to and readily accommodating are two of them."
"..." Everyone present was speechless.
And this was considered easy to talk to?
He was already planning to settle the debt with other people's lives!
"Alas!" Grandpa Hong sighed deeply. "I have also been through your age, and I know that young people are full of spirit and cannot easily swallow insults. But... when you reach my age, you will understand that the martial world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly affairs."
"All the myriad affairs of the martial world can be summarized by one saying—where there is room for forgiveness, one should forgive!"
"Heh heh." Ying Chen couldn't help but chuckle.
Grandpa Hong acting patronizingly was one thing, but to do so in front of Ying Chen?
An old man who had lived only sixty or seventy years, claiming seniority before an old monster who had lived for a full two thousand years.
Was this not a colossal joke?
Most importantly, where did Grandpa Hong get the right to lecture Ying Chen!
In this world, only Ying Chen lectured others; no one lectured Ying Chen!