Chapter 058: "Move, and You Will Die"
The force was so strong that it counteracted the eruption of his vital energy. Such things were not unheard of, but the requirements for the physique were immense. Only those who followed the path of body refinement possessed such abnormal physical strength, able to withstand the outburst of vital energy with their bodies alone.
Was Tang one of those body refinement practitioners?
Ke Xiao Hui’s expression flickered between light and shadow, his eyes glinting with malice. He gritted his teeth and hissed, “So you’re a body refinement practitioner? Fine, I’d like to see just how far you’ve trained your body! Have you reached the legendary stage of being immune to a hundred poisons?”
...
Xuanlai Hotel.
Tang Mubai, wearing a baseball cap, entered through the main door and approached the front desk. Someone had summoned him to meet, but they’d neglected to mention the room number; all he could recall was the sixth floor.
Upon hearing this, the receptionist called over a security guard to escort Tang Mubai upstairs.
After thanking them, Tang Mubai followed the guard into the elevator, heading straight for the sixth floor.
Upon arrival, Tang Mubai led the way, the guard trailing behind as they exited the elevator and walked down the corridor.
As they passed the supply room, Tang Mubai abruptly unleashed his aura, enveloping the guard and pressing him to the floor in terror. Pretending not to notice, Tang Mubai continued walking a few steps, only realizing he was alone as he neared a room’s entrance. Turning around, he saw the guard collapsed on the ground and quickly ran back, “helping” him up. Together, they walked toward the stairwell, entering a blind spot in the corridor’s surveillance.
During this process, a silenced pistol appeared in Tang Mubai’s hand, aimed at the guard’s waist. He interrogated the man about the location of the surveillance room, as well as which floor and room the group’s arranged VIPs were staying in.
After receiving the answers, Tang Mubai knocked the guard out and hid him behind the stairwell door, ensuring he wouldn’t be found for some time.
Then, employing his lightfoot technique “Leaping Over Grass,” he accelerated to his maximum speed, appearing as nothing more than a blur under the cameras—impossible to notice if one wasn’t paying close attention.
In one breath, he reached the surveillance room door. Using the opportunity of pretending to knock on the wrong door, he subdued and knocked out everyone inside, then shut down all computers and monitoring equipment.
With everything settled, Tang Mubai, still wearing his cap, no longer needed to rush. He took the elevator to the top floor, searching for those “VIPs arranged by the group.”
According to the guard, these guests rarely left the hotel. Even when they did descend, it was always through the backdoor. For instance, they’d gone out briefly in the morning, only to return to the top floor shortly after.
Tang Mubai listened to these details, his spirits rising.
He took the elevator to the top floor. Just as he was about to step out, the doors slid open to reveal three men in black suits, their aura cold and forbidding, about to enter.
The leader was wiry, with dark skin and the sharpest presence among them. His face was hard as stone, and his indifferent eyes gleamed with a fierce light, making anyone hesitant to meet his gaze.
A master!
Tang Mubai’s heart skipped a beat.
His hands moved swiftly as he stepped slowly out of the elevator, brushing past the men.
His heightened hearing focused on their heartbeats. He found they beat like ordinary men, albeit stronger—these were no beast-men!
“Not beast-men, and yet they appear on the floor reserved for beast-men? Could it be...?”
Tang Mubai’s eyes gradually lit up.
Just then—
“Stop!” came a low voice from behind.
Tang Mubai, as if by instinct, halted and turned around. The wiry man’s indifferent gaze was locked onto him, causing Tang Mubai to feign surprise. He pointed to himself with a puzzled expression, “Are you speaking to me?”
“Take off your cap,” the wiry man ordered coldly.
Tang Mubai didn’t move, keeping his head bowed, though he sighed inwardly.
Such luck... It was almost uncanny, running into them on his very first outing!
People from the “Red Lake Group”...
And that security guard he knocked out had been sly enough not to mention that the group’s men were on the top floor!
“I told you to take off your cap. Did you not hear me?”
Tang Mubai remained still. The wiry man repeated himself, raising his voice and stepping toward Tang Mubai.
“What’s going on? What’s happened?”
“Yeah, is something happening?”
“Hmm, looks like there’s trouble.”
...
From several open rooms down the corridor emerged a dozen strong men, their auras fierce and their demeanor imposing.
The one in front was burly, thick-waisted, with bulging muscles and eyes like copper bells, striding over.
“Minister Zhang, what’s the matter?” he asked, glancing up at the wiry man as he walked.
“Nothing much. Just found someone with a suspicious identity,” the wiry man replied coldly, stepping up to Tang Mubai. “Speak. Who are you? What are you doing here?”
As he spoke, he reached out to remove Tang Mubai’s cap.
“Don’t move,” Tang Mubai said calmly. “If you do, you’ll die.”
Silence.
The elevator entrance and the entire corridor fell into a sudden hush, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
For a long moment...
“Hahaha!”
“Did I hear that right? He actually threatened Minister Zhang?”
“Judging by his voice, he’s just a young man. Ah, youth—always so blindly confident.”
“This isn’t confidence; it’s sheer ignorance and recklessness!”
“Truly doesn’t know his place. Does he not realize Minister Zhang just broke through to the master level last month?”
“Well, he probably doesn’t know. He’s never met Minister Zhang—how could he know he’s a master-level martial artist now?”
“I suppose that’s true.”
“Exactly!”
“Hahaha...”
Mocking laughter and banter echoed down the corridor.
Even the wiry man couldn’t help but curl his lips, swiftly snatching Tang Mubai’s cap and tossing it to the ground. His sharp gaze bore into Tang Mubai as he sneered, “I’ve moved. So, how are you planning to make me die?”
“Don’t tell me you’re planning to ‘cry’ Minister Zhang to death?” the burly man joked, thumping his chest, his face full of mischievous glee.
“Hahaha!”
The others burst out laughing.
Tang Mubai laughed along, ignoring the wiry man. Instead, he turned to survey the room, nodding. “Is everyone here?”
“Everyone here?” The burly man raised an eyebrow and grinned grotesquely. “What, do you want all of us dead? I—”
“Exactly.” Tang Mubai nodded. “Initially, I only wanted to retrieve something. But since Minister Zhang insists on dying, I’ll oblige him. And while I’m at it, I’ll send all you half-human, half-beast monsters to hell!”
Swish!
The corridor plunged into deadly silence.
Whether it was the wiry man or the burly brute, both sides’ expressions changed drastically, horror etched across their faces as they stared at Tang Mubai.
“Die!” The burly man recovered first, launching his attack.
His right hand transformed into a razor-sharp claw, aiming viciously at Tang Mubai’s skull.
The wiry man followed, unleashing his aura and pressing it toward Tang Mubai.
But...