Holy Fist!-Chapter 163 - 100 You monster (6.1k) (Request for monthly

Chapter 163: 100 You monster! (6.1k) (Request for monthly ticket)

Chapter 163: 100 You monster! (6.1k) (Request for monthly ticket)

“???”

The man in the suit hadn’t managed to piece the logic together smoothly,

when a majestic black shadow instantly appeared before him.

Thud!

The man in the suit stood erect, his head thrown back.

His feet instantly lifted thirty centimeters off the ground, suspended in the air.

His eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

Smack, bang…

The body of the man in the suit was caught by a large hand and casually tossed into the open Room No. 7, and then, the door was closed again.

In Room No. 7, Wei Dong was taken aback.

He heard the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground and turned his head to look.

A suit-clad figure, not known whether dead or unconscious, was heavily dumped on the floor of the room, motionless, seemingly in a peaceful sleep.

There was a very obvious red mark of a blow on the chin area.

“Xiaozi, you really started to take action…”

In the Cuiyun Pavilion’s corridor.

Bai Xiao’s expressionless face step by step moved past, his shoes pressing upon the soft carpet silently. His facial features sharp and clear, with a pair of thick, slightly slanted eyebrows as if they were ready to fly into his temples. High nose bridge covered by a pair of brown sunglasses, inexplicably add a cool charm.

He passed the black-clad bodyguards.

Bai Xiao walked past a corner, paused, and quietly leaned to one side.

One by one, beautiful waitresses dressed in blue and white cheongsams, carefully stepped forward with white porcelain trays of food in their hands.

The leading waitress, seeing Bai Xiao politely make way,

even gave him a friendly smile.

Bai Xiao nodded in greeting and moved forward.

Tap, his footsteps stopped.

Before him was a rather hefty redwood door, its frame decorated with intricate patterns. Above the door frame, a metal plaque displayed numbers.

Room No. 2.

Bai Xiao slowly reached out, gently grabbing the doorknob.

For a moment, an eerie smile appeared on his face.

Click!

The door opened.

DYNAMIC MUSIC, WOMEN’S GIGGLES, FLICKERING LIGHTS,

all streaming out from the crack of the door.

Bai Xiao entered.

“Lin Hai, you’re back? How’s the situation?”

In Room No. 2, under the dim and flickering light, a haze of smoke lingered.

A handsome young man wearing a black and white suit, with a quietly burning cigarette in his mouth, leaned back on a wide red sofa.

He held a long-legged woman wearing silk stockings in his left arm.

In his right, a glass, seemingly about to serve a drink.

Behind the sofa, another model, dressed in white cloth and feather yarn, leaned her upper body on the sofa, thrusting her chest forward, cushioning the young man’s head. Then, with slender fingers, she continuously drew circles on the temples of the young man.

Quite the connoisseur.

Around the room, four or five muscular bodyguards stood in the shadows.

As Bai Xiao entered, Chu Rong turned his head.

He saw Bai Xiao’s towering figure quietly blocking the doorway; the corridor’s light could only faintly seep through the gaps around the black silhouette.

“Hmm? Not Lin Hai?”

“Who is this idiot? Yang Huai, close the door and teach him a lesson!”

Chu Rong’s smile twisted, his gaze turning icy.

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“Yes!”

Suddenly, from the shadows next to the room’s door,

a buff man wearing sunglasses strode over.

He reached out to shut the door.

Suddenly, a large hand beat him to it, closing the door first.

Click!

Not only did Bai Xiao close the door, but he also locked it.

His sturdy body slowly rotated, facing the several black-clad bodyguards converging from all around, a cruel smile on his face.

“Gentlemen, there’s no need for such warmth.”

The next second, a series of screams emanated from Room No. 2.

Followed by the shaking of the door, it seemed as if a pair of urgent, trembling hands were unlocking it. Click! At last, the door opened. A black-suited man with blood spots on half his face rushed out, ecstatic.

However, after just two steps,

a pale, iron-like hand shot out from the darkness inside the door,

grasping the shoulder firmly.

The black-suited man was yanked back and sent flying, almost parallel to the floor under the surging force, a face of terror that even sunglasses couldn’t hide, his mouth open, seemingly trying to call for help.

But… thud!

The door closed for good, never to be opened again.

Half a minute later, in Room No. 2.

Bai Xiao quietly stood on the door’s carpet, he reached out and slowly removed the brown sunglasses from his nose. On the surface of the lenses, there were several splattered blood drops. Bai Xiao bent down, wiped them on the black suit of the bodyguard who lay by his legs, and after cleaning them, put the sunglasses in his pocket.

Then, he casually took off the large sunglasses from that bodyguard.

Bai Xiao put on the sunglasses, stood up, and looked around.

The entire room’s black-suited men had fallen, several of them motionless as if in deep sleep. Only the one in the corner to the right who Bai Xiao had kicked flying was now breathing heavily.

Thanks to Cuiyun Pavilion’s excellent sound insulation in the rooms and the dynamic music playing inside, the people outside hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

Bai Xiao loosened his shoulders, then strode forward.

Ahead, Chu Rong was cornered with nowhere left to retreat.

“Your men have fallen, now, only you remain…”

“Are you scared? Desperate?”

Bai Xiao continued his advance while speaking in an ice-cold tone without any expression.

The Skull Mark on his right hand began to emit a faint glow.

Ahead, Chu Rong clutched a wine bottle, the dull steps of Bai Xiao’s approach beat like a death drum upon his heart. He shouted with a false bravado, “If you’ve got the guts, then kill me, or if I manage to survive… I will never let you live in peace!”