Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Throughout Donghai City, Liu Jie was almost unstoppable, firmly overpowering Secretary Mo, his father's superior. His son had been defeated in their few encounters.

But today, he actually met with defeat at a small welfare institute, and this made Liu Jie furious.

The scarred man standing beside Liu Jie saw his ashen face and immediately shouted, "A bunch of trash, break the door open for me, break his legs!"

"Excavator, tear down this damn welfare institute for me!" After the scarred man spoke, he strode towards the entrance of the welfare institute with a ferocious aura.

Whirring, the low growl of engines started, and two excavators slowly made their way towards the front of the welfare institute. The front shovel was already raised high, ready to smash down at any moment.

With a fierce expression, the scarred man walked up to the entrance of the welfare institute, kicked the door open, and raised the baseball bat in his hand high. Just as he was about to curse, a brick growing ever larger in his view appeared in his eyes.

Smack, a brick directly struck the scarred man's face, the tremendous force breaking his nose bridge instantly, as blood gushed out, and two yellow teeth popped from his mouth.

"Whimper, I'll kill you!" The scarred man, holding his mouth, roared, yet his body kept retreating.

Behind the scarred man, dozens of thugs brandishing baseball bats with cruel expressions charged at Ye Ling, swinging their bats down with a malevolent whistling sound.

Ye Ling's expression turned cold, and with a sinister smile, he suddenly dashed forward with incredible speed, like a ghostly shadow, reaching the thug's side in the blink of an eye.

"How ignorant, to take my words as nothing but wind," Ye Ling bellowed, kicking out and sending the nearby thug flying through the air.

The thug he kicked weighed roughly one hundred and eighty jins, and ordinary people couldn't even think of sending him flying, let alone bring him down with difficulty.

Thus, a shocking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes. Before the flying thug even hit the ground, Ye Ling, light as an agile eagle, soared into the air.

With a point of his toe, he precisely hit the thug's belly. The one hundred and eighty jins man plummeted to the ground, crashing into a group of stunned thugs.

Looking at Ye Ling, his body twisted mid-air, turning one hundred and eighty degrees, and with a powerful sweep of his long leg, created a two-meter radius no-man's land around him with a great force.

Ye Ling stood in the middle of the crowd, his expression stern, his gaze sweeping over the dazed thugs with raised baseball bats. Each one instinctively swallowed their saliva, visibly nervous.

He was fiercely impressive, hardly human, like the main characters from Hong Kong and Taiwanese movies, imbued with a badass aura.

"Whimper, what are you idiots staring at, beat him to death!" the scarred man, his words accompanied by a whistling breath, howled. Ye Ling suddenly turned back, his gaze sharp as a knife, causing the scarred man to startle.

But in that instant, the dozens of thugs with raised baseball bats gritted their teeth and put all their strength into smashing their bats down.

Crack, the dozens of men exerted all their strength, but to their surprise, the bats they swung down hit the ground, numbing their hands with the vibration.

Where was he?

How did a living person just disappear?

It was then that a chilling voice rang out, Ye Ling's. He was standing in front of the scarred man, his face indifferent, his demeanor dismissive.

"Speak up, what do you want." Ye Ling said coldly.

The scar-faced man's expression turned cold, but then he forced a reluctant smile, "Hey, just messing around. Look how petty you are, can't even take a joke."

Ye Ling cracked a smile, "Oh? A joke, is it? Well, good. I too love to joke around."

As he spoke, Ye Ling easily picked up the scar-faced man next to him with one hand, and with a sudden burst of strength from his right arm, Ye Ling flung the man, who weighed around 150 to 160 pounds, through the air.

The scar-faced man, flying through the air like a little chick, crashed onto the raised arm of an excavator, and with a snap, a bone-breaking sound could be heard. Crying out in pain, he fell to the ground.

The onlookers all gasped in shock. The people in the apartment building were immensely excited, thinking, "Ah, this is what a hero looks like. Maybe he really can lead us to glory, drive the compensation to its peak, huh?"

Ye Ling brushed off his hands and walked towards Liu Jie, who was standing beside the car with a livid face. Arriving beside the arrogant young lord, Ye Ling couldn't help but sneer with mockery.

"Either cough up fifty million, or get lost," Ye Ling said, lighting a White Sand cigarette and placing it in his mouth.

Liu Jie was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. When had anyone ever threatened him like this in Donghai City?

One must not lose in presence, even in defeat. Liu Jie pulled out a specially supplied Panda cigarette from his pocket—these were not for sale on the market, a special provision from his father's years.

Seeing Liu Jie's action, Ye Ling laughed, "What are you trying to prove with me, big shot? Think you're the big man with your little Panda cigarette, huh?"

"Here, try my White Sand. I'm telling you, it's got a kick way stronger than your little Panda." While speaking, Ye Ling snatched the Panda cigarette from Liu Jie's mouth and tossed it onto the ground.

Then he stuffed the White Sand cigarette in Liu Jie's mouth, who perhaps had never inhaled such a cheap brand, and might have been choked by the coarse tobacco, started coughing violently.

A haughty young man standing behind Liu Jie was taken aback and suddenly furious, "How dare you? Do you know who he is? He is the Mayor Liu's son!"

"What the hell does Mayor Liu's son have to do with you? Why the heck are you yapping like a dog? Don't mention it, but as a lackey, you're actually quite fit for the role," Ye Ling said contemptuously, eying the young man.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Jie's face still dark, his eyes filled with intense anger, he said, "We are here to do business. We would all prefer to make money in a friendly way. Give me a price—if it's not outlandish, I'll pay it."

"Oh, noble young master Liu, now you're talking about making money peacefully? You bring so many people and call in two excavators, and you say you want to make money with me in peace?"

"You are a big shot, aren't you? Got lackeys, too, right? Fifty million seems to undercut your stature."

"Let's do this, out of respect for you, one billion. Get it within three days, and I'll move out. If you can't, then get lost."

One billion… Liu Jie took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the rage in his heart, "Brother, aren't you asking for too much?"

"Too much? I've done a lot of excessive things in my day, and this isn't even the half of it," Ye Ling said with a cold smile.

Having said that, Ye Ling lifted his hand and lightly patted Liu Jie's face several times, "Remember what I said, one billion."

With those words, Ye Ling strode towards the apartment building and hopped into a Maserati that had been waiting for a while, and drove off, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Liu Jie's complexion turned the color of liver, teeth clenched tightly. Suddenly, he laughed, a chilling and eerie laugh.

"Go, find out everything about this 'young master.' I want to see who in Donghai City dares to arm-wrestle with me," Liu Jie said with a smile, a gleam flashing in his eyes.