Chapter 639: Chapter 639

Casually, he grabbed a decorative vase from the side and handed it over to Zhao Ling’er.

"Mm." Zhao Ling’er nodded vigorously.

With a flying kick, she struck the face of the white-haired elder, toppling him to the ground.

"Old dog! How dare you insult my husband! Die!" Zhao Ling’er huffed.

With both hands gripping the vase, she viciously smashed it toward the white-haired elder’s groin.

"Ah! You wretched girl, stop..."

The word "stop" never fully escaped.

A crisp sound of eggs breaking rang out.

"Ahh..." A pig-like scream immediately erupted from the mouth of the white-haired elder.

Even though he was at the Peak of Control Realm, as his testicles shattered, the pain rendered him unable to care for himself. Large beads of sweat poured down from his forehead like raindrops, as he writhed on the ground like a dying dog.

"Insolence!" Xiao Bai, who had been sitting there as steady as Mount Tai, ready to enjoy the show, let out a cold huff upon witnessing the scene.

"Insolence my ass!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.

"Humph! Stop right there!" Murong Baiyun said with a dark face.

"Who the hell are you to tell me to stop? Why don’t you take a piss and look in the mirror to see if you deserve such respect!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

"Do you really want to offend Yinuo Qianjin?" Murong Baiyun said threateningly, his aura brimming with menace.

"Are you some monkey’s clown called here to entertain? I’ve disabled your guys, doesn’t that count as offense? Are you sick in the head?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed again.

"Humph! Ten million to let him go!" Murong Baiyun said coldly.

If it weren’t for his inability to see through Zhang Xiaohao, he would have waved his hand and ordered his death long ago!

"Ten million? That’s a lot of money!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Of course, it should be enough for you to earn lying down for a year, or even longer!" Murong Baiyun said smugly, his lips curling up proudly.

"How about this, I give you twenty million to buy one of the three old dogs remaining behind you! Hmm, I’ll buy them all in a bundle if you prefer, and I’ll raise the price a bit more for you, round it up to a whole number! One billion for all three old dogs!" Zhang Xiaohao said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Sir! Don’t push your luck too far!" Murong Baiyun suddenly stood up.

"I’m not just going to push my luck; I’m going to be as arrogant as I please!" Zhang Xiaohao declared defiantly.

He walked up to the white-haired elder, and right in front of Murong Baiyun, his right foot kicked the elder’s face repeatedly.

One blow after another, the loud sounds resonated continuously from his sole. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩

"Humph! One billion, let him go!" Murong Baiyun said, his face stern.

If looks could kill, he would have wished to flay Zhang Xiaohao alive.

"One billion? That’s a lot of money! I’ll give you one billion US dollars to sell me any one of the three old dogs behind you!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

"Five billion!" Murong Baiyun said through clenched teeth.

"Five billion? Are you treating me like a beggar? Do you think I’d covet that?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Ten billion!!" Murong Baiyun said furiously, his face twisted with rage.

His handsome features were now contorted with ferocity.

"Deal! I want a cashier’s check that’s internationally recognized. With the strength of Yinuo Qianjin, such a trivial matter should be doable, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hummph!" Murong Baiyun grunted.

With a wave of his right hand, a secretary respectfully passed the checkbook over to him.

Taking the pen, he scribbled a check for one billion and carelessly threw it on the ground.

"Take it," Murong Baiyun scoffed.

Meanwhile, he sneered inside, curious to see if Zhang Xiaohao would scurry over to pick it up like a dog.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Xiaohao laughed uproariously, looking up at the sky.

"What are you laughing at? Is it because there’s too much money and you’ve lost your mind from happiness?" Murong Baiyun arrogantly said.

His laughter subsiding, Zhang Xiaohao looked at him indifferently.

"I’m laughing at your self-righteousness! I’m laughing at how you’ve overstretched in your pretentiousness! I’m laughing because you’ve been a fool from start to finish!" Zhang Xiaohao declared, exuding dominance.

"How audacious, daring to insult me! You’re truly seeking death." Murong Baiyun sneered coldly.

"Since you like to talk about death so much, I’ll give you an auspicious start!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes turned cold as he said.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Murong Baiyun asked coldly.

"What do I want to do? You’ll know soon enough," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

As his voice fell, Soul Power swept through, covering the entire Yinuo Qianjin and destroying all surveillance equipment.

Thick black smoke began to rise from all around.

In an instant, all the surveillance equipment in Yinuo Qianjin was destroyed.

"You’ve got some nerve! How dare you..."

Before Murong Baiyun could finish his sentence, Zhang Xiaohao’s right foot struck like lightning, violently stamping on the white-haired elder’s head.

His skull was brutally crushed underfoot, splattering bright red blood all over the ground.

"Ah! Damn it, you actually dare to kill my personal guard right in front of me, you deserve to die!" Murong Baiyun said with a cold face.

"Yes, I think so too," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Murong Baiyun asked, puzzled.

"Putting on airs in front of me, don’t you think you deserve to die?" Zhang Xiaohao said with amusement.

"Huff!" Murong Baiyun took a deep breath, his complexion changing uncertainly.

Rage boiled within him, wishing he could swallow Zhang Xiaohao whole.

However, recollecting how the white-haired elder had been swiftly suppressed from the moment he made a move until the end, which was only the span of a brief encounter, if Zhang Xiaohao meant him harm—even with three guards protecting him—it was doubtful he would walk out of here unscathed tonight.

As for utilizing the hidden trump card in Yinuo Qianjin, even though he was the legitimate eldest son of the second house, without the nod from someone at home, that old immortal hidden in the shadows would never lend a hand no matter what.

With this realization, Murong Baiyun’s furious expression faded away.

Instead, a smile crept back onto his face.

He walked over to the billion-dollar check on the ground, picked it up, and approached with a smile.

"My friend, I am truly sorry for earlier! As the saying goes, no friendship without a fight. I was wrong before, and I apologize to you, please don’t take it to heart! Take this small token of ten billion RMB as my recompense," Murong Baiyun said.

"Eh! Why are you backing down? Just now, you seemed quite arrogant. How come you’re acting like a grandson now?" Zhang Xiaohao feigned surprise.

"Hehe," Murong Baiyun gave a dry laugh.

He gestured, and the young secretary from before brought the checkbook over again.