The two youths fought well. Their skills were evident from their first moves. Both were masters of free-style fighting. Against ordinary people, seven or eight of them would likely only get beaten.
However, no matter how good their skills were, they could only deal with ordinary people. Facing Shen Lang, a martial arts expert at the peak of the Heavenly realm, Shen Lang saw countless flaws the moment they attacked. After dodging their fist attacks to the side, Shen Lang swiftly delivered two palm strikes, blasting both youths in the chest. They were instantly knocked to the ground, spitting up blood.
"This..."
Seeing Shen Lang defeat their two companions with such ease, a group of young men and women in opulent attire widened their eyes, unable to believe Shen Lang's martial prowess was so terrifying.
These two were considered capable fighters within their circle, but Shen Lang had injured them without expending much effort. It seemed he was a tough opponent.
"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he actually has some strength."
The girl in white looked at Shen Lang and smiled, "Defeating them so easily, your martial cultivation must have broken through to the middle stage of the Yellow realm, quite interesting."
"I have no intention of being your enemy, but if you continue to push, I can guarantee you will pay the price."
Shen Lang looked at the girl in white and said calmly, "The only one I need to deal with is Xu Longxiang. It has nothing to do with you. If you don't interfere, you can eat and drink as you please. We'll stay out of each other's way, how about it?"
"You want us to compromise?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, the girl in white sneered, "We've done all sorts of things, but we've never compromised with anyone. If you want us to compromise, you need to show us some strength."
"Oh, what kind of strength would make you compromise?"
Shen Lang asked playfully.
"It's simple. If you can catch a bullet with your bare hands, I'll compromise."
The girl in white sneered, then drew a Desert Eagle from her waist, aimed it at Shen Lang's forehead, and said with a smile.
"Ah—"
The moment the girl in white drew her gun, all the diners present let out screams and fled towards the exit. Soon, the hall, which had been full, was empty.
"So what if you've entered the Yellow realm? Can you catch a bullet?"
The girl in white sneered and said, "Don't think that martial artists can do whatever they want. Facing guns and cannons, you still have to kneel."
"Really? I don't believe it?"
Hearing the girl in white's words, Shen Lang smiled and said, "You can fire one shot and see if I can really catch the bullet."
"You think I wouldn't dare to shoot?"
The girl in white saw Shen Lang's calm gaze, not a trace of fear in his eyes, and said coldly.
"I bet you don't dare."
Shen Lang smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, you can fire one shot."
"Are you provoking me?"
The girl in white's eyes became sharp, and she said, "An ordinary person would probably have been intimidated by you. But listen carefully, my name is Yan Weiyuan. My surname is Yan, understand?"
"So what? Fire the gun, see if I can catch the bullet."
Shen Lang smiled and said, "Your surname is Yan, and mine is Shen. What, does your Yan surname carry more weight than my Shen surname?"
"Surname Shen?"
Hearing this surname, the young man in sunglasses, who was being flanked by the crowd, suddenly stiffened. He, who had been looking away carelessly, suddenly turned his head and looked at Shen Lang.
However, it was better not to look. The moment the young man in sunglasses saw him, his eyes widened in terror.
"Shen Lang, how can you be here?"
Whether it was due to excitement or fear, the young man in sunglasses' voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
Hearing the young man in sunglasses' voice, Shen Lang felt it was familiar and was instantly startled. However, when he saw the young man in sunglasses take off his sunglasses and his face, he was shocked and said, "Rong Haodong, you bastard, it's you again?"
"Silence! How dare you disrespect Young Master Rong?"
As soon as Shen Lang finished speaking, more than twenty young men and women cried out in anger. The girl in white was even more eager to open fire immediately.
"Shut up—"
Rong Haodong saw this and shouted at the group, instantly silencing them all.
As Rong Haodong strode forward, the group parted to make way for him.
Rong Haodong walked step by step and finally stood before Shen Lang. A forced smile appeared on his icy face, and he said, "Young Master Shen, it's been a while."
"Young Master Shen?"
Hearing Rong Haodong's address to Shen Lang, Yan Weiyuan, Xu Longxiang, and the group of young men and women widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Yes, it's Young Master Shen."
Rong Haodong nodded and smiled, "Brothers and sisters, please allow me to formally introduce you. The person standing before you is none other than the biological son of Marshal Shen, Shen Tianjun, and the nephew of the Killer King, Song Shadao. His name is Shen Lang."
"Everyone, please greet Young Master Shen."
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, everyone present widened their eyes. No one expected Shen Lang to be Shen Tianjun's son and Song Shadao's nephew.
They had heard the names Shen Tianjun and Song Shadao countless times from their elders since childhood and naturally knew who they were.
Similarly, they were also well aware of what kind of existence Shen Lang was, as the son of Shen Tianjun and the nephew of Song Shadao.
"Rong Haodong, you bastard, your intelligence is terrifying. Even my parents haven't publicly announced our relationship. How did you know?"
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, Shen Lang frowned and said to him.
"Young Master Shen, you wound me. I've suffered losses at your hands several times, lost fingers, and paid hundreds of billions. My brothers and sisters have also suffered greatly at your hands. Would I not investigate your background thoroughly?"
Rong Haodong's previous ruthless and vengeful demeanor was replaced by a fawning one. He smiled and said, "Young Master Shen, I was ignorant before. I hope you'll be magnanimous and overlook my past mistakes. In the future, if Young Master Shen needs any service, my brothers and sisters and I will do our utmost."
"Rong Haodong, if I truly held a grudge, I wouldn't have spared your life last time."
Shen Lang heard Rong Haodong's words and said calmly, "The grievances between us are settled as long as you don't cause any more trouble. However, you are a young master. Is it meaningful for you to be so servile to me?"
"Heh, Young Master Shen, your words are meaningless. Although I am also a young master, I am not on the same level as you. Besides your noble birth, I also respect your divine power in your battle against the martial artists of Yang Country."
Rong Haodong smiled and said, "My Rong family's ancestors were red-crowned merchants. No one understands the wolf-like nature of the Yang people better than we do. I heard that you challenged the entire Yang Country's martial arts world with one sword, and even killed Yang Country's strongest fighter, Yagyu Danma-no-Kami. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for days and nights. My admiration for you is like the never-ending flow of the Yangtze River."
"Young Master Shen, enough with the pleasantries. From today onwards, you are my elder brother. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to kill a chicken, I will never slaughter a dog."