Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 625 - 635: Can This Also Increase the Price? (Third Update!)

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A few young lads struck a pose, looking quite intimidating, but it was a pity that neither Mo Xing nor Ye Ling were the kind to be easily cowed.

Huang Ye slowly approached with a cold smile, "Let me tell you the truth, each one of them has trained in a martial school, and they were the elites there."

"They were bullies in the martial school and got kicked out because of the trouble they caused. I took them in, and if you two really want to resist, you'll end up with broken limbs!"

"If you're wise, you'll just hand over the money quietly. Otherwise, any suffering will be on you!"

"Oh, of course, if you're thinking of calling the police later, you're welcome to try. I've been in this business for a long time and have my own ways. Just don't let me see you again, that's all."

So, they were thugs from a martial school. Ye Ling smirked coldly, "Tsk tsk, turns out they're just scum from the martial school."

"Not bad, not bad. It seems you're a gang with discipline and organization. But the fortune-teller told me today that I'm on a lucky streak and won't get hurt. Do you believe it?"

Watching Ye Ling slowly walk toward them, Huang Ye nodded, "I believe, why wouldn't I? I believe everything. It's just that I don't believe in fate and even less in fortune-tellers. Xiao Er, go give him a stretch and let's see what he's made of."

No sooner had he spoken than one of the youths surrounding Mo Xing suddenly dashed out. His body leaped into the air and hurled a punch towards Ye Ling, the wind whistling from his fist.

Ye Ling's expression remained unchanged. As the youth reached him, he suddenly stepped forward, his arm sweeping across and landing directly on the young man's throat.

With a thud, the youth crashed to the ground, fainting, foam dribbling from his mouth.

A single sweeping arm left everyone, including the so-called Huang Ye, in shock. They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. What kind of move was that?

You need to understand, this Xiao Er was the strongest among them, capable of taking down four grown men on his own.

Now, he had been floored with just one arm sweep, frothing at the mouth, giving everyone a real shock to the heart.

Meanwhile, Mo Xing took this opportunity to burst into laughter, leaping up and landing a punch on the head of the guy closest to him.

With a thud, another person fell to the ground, unable to even react. Mo Xing was a Golden Core Stage powerhouse, and if he hadn't held back 90% of his strength, that one punch could have been lethal.

Huang Ye was stupefied. Damn it, not this again. What were these two bastards up to, knocking down his toughest guys with such ease?

"Tsk tsk, I haven't had a good fight in ages. Ah Huang, I really should thank you for today."

As Mo Xing spoke, his eyes gleamed, and the group of youths surrounding him finally snapped out of their daze, swinging their fists at Mo Xing.

Thump, thump. Mo Xing threw his fists, catapulting two guys like dead fish, smashing them hard onto the concrete floor.

"That's it, he's stolen the spotlight again. Whatever, I'll leave it to you, and I'll enjoy my leisure time."

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders and leaned against a pillar, lighting a cigarette, nonchalantly watching Mo Xing exert his dominance.

How could a few guys from a martial school possibly withstand Golden Core Stage Mo Xing? Even if Mo Xing was the weakest among the Golden Core Stage, he was certainly not someone ordinary people could provoke.

In no time at all, Mo Xing had knocked all of them to the ground, with just one punch each, not needing a second, and what's more, he knocked them all out, not sparing a single one.

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Only a shivering Old Huang was left, his face unsightly, the corner of his mouth twitching as he looked at Mo Xing, who approached with a sinister smile, and quickly raised his hands.

"I admit defeat, I've lost, let's just forget about this whole thing, big brother, do you think that's possible?"

Old Huang quickly raised his hands; he didn't want to spout nonsense. If the beating continued, he feared his life would be over. He was a grown man; couldn't he tell when to advance or retreat?

"Admit defeat? Forget about it? What do you think, huh? If we couldn't handle it, do you think you would've chosen not to extort us out of kindness? Think before you speak about the dumb shit you've done!"

Bang, Mo Xing's fist smashed into Old Huang's nose with substantial force, instantly flattening it, and blood began to flow down from his nose.

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"Plus, I think you forgot, buddy. The Qing dynasty vase of mine was smashed by your guys. How do you think we should settle this account?"

Mo Xing laughed coldly, and with another punch, he turned Old Huang's cheek into a swollen mound, several teeth knocked out, his mouth full of blood.

"Wuwu, that was a fake, big brother, stop hitting me, it hurts so much, I know I was wrong, but that Qing dynasty vase of yours is a fake, it was made to look old, it's only worth a few dozen at most!"

Old Huang cried miserably, but Mo Xing just lifted his foot and ferociously kicked him to the ground, sneering coldly, "Saying my stuff is fake? You've got some nerve!"

"Do you know who I am? I'm the top of the national-level professional field in picking in historical antiquities, I say it's real, then it's real!"

"That vase, worth over three million, I'll give you a chance, three hundred thousand and we'll call it even!"

From not far away, Ye Ling burst into laughter upon hearing this, "Haha! Mo Xing, you're really something. National-level? Historical antiquities and all this talk about a finding spree? You're killing me, man!"

Thump, Mo Xing stamped fiercely onto Old Huang's ribs lying on the ground, and Old Huang's eyes bulged out as he let out a fierce howl, while Mo Xing yelled ferociously, "Laugh! What the hell are you laughing at? You doubting me?"

"Big brother! It's not me, it's him! Why are you hitting me, how dare I mock you?"

Old Huang's face was the epitome of misery on the ground. That kick hadn't just broken one of his ribs, but at least three, and now he felt life was worse than death.

"I fucking know that, do I need you to tell me?"

"I can't beat him or outtalk him, can't I take it out on you then, huh? Say it, can I or not!"

Mo Xing spoke through gritted teeth, and Old Huang on the ground howled miserably, "Yes, yes, big brother, yes. I was wrong, I beg you, spare me, I'll pay the three hundred thousand!"

"Hey, don't rush, three hundred thousand, right? I'll offer three hundred and ten thousand, top that,"

Just then, Ye Ling suddenly stepped forward, chuckling, and the Old Huang lying on the ground was dumbfounded, his mind going blank.

Is this a joke?

Everything can be marked up, but extorting too? What kind of international mockery is this? It's unheard of, inconceivable!

Ye Ling grinned, walking over to Old Huang, "You forgot, before, that's how you increased the price, didn't you?"