Chapter 248: Now, I’ll Send You on Your Way

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Now, I’ll Send You on Your Way

His voice trembled as he cried out:

"It was Meng Xiong, one of the Eight Tigers of the Imperial Capital! He told me to arrange for someone to take out Feng Qingwu, and he’d pay me two million for it!"

When Ma Hui heard this, his eyes flew wide open. He glared at Wei Laopao, grinding his teeth as he spoke:

"You treacherous bastard! You went behind my back and took a private job? I’ll fucking kill you."

With that, he swung the machete in his hand and brought it down directly on Wei Laopao’s neck.

With a sickening THWACK, Wei Laopao’s head was cleanly severed, and blood sprayed more than ten feet into the air.

His body collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell still.

Ma Hui turned his head to look at Ye Feng, a sycophantic smile on his face. "Young Master, this piece of trash... I’ve taken care of him!"

Ye Feng didn’t even spare him a glance. He turned and walked away, his cold voice trailing behind him:

"You should be glad this had nothing to do with you."

Hearing the undisguised killing intent in Ye Feng’s voice, Ma Hui felt a chill run deep into his bones.

He swallowed hard, scrambled to his feet, and ran over to Ye Feng, bowing and scraping as he spoke:

"I’m also guilty of poor oversight in this matter with Wei Laopao. To atone for my failure, please, let me be the one to deal with Meng Xiong!"

Ye Feng glanced at Ma Hui. "Lead the way."

Ma Hui was overjoyed. He went back, picked up Wei Laopao’s head, and roared:

"Get me my guys! Call everyone! We’re pulling a big one tonight!"

He then scrambled outside and drove a car to the entrance.

When he saw Ye Feng and Ouyang Nan come out, he rushed over to open the car door. He stood respectfully to the side, holding his hand over the top of the doorframe as Ye Feng and Ouyang Nan got in.

He then hurried to the driver’s seat, started the engine, and sped off, a convoy of cars following close behind.

The men and women in the nightclub were all dumbfounded. Who was Ma Hui? He was the underground emperor of the Imperial Capital! A man whose stomp could shake the city! Yet today, he was acting as meekly as a common lackey.

’Just what kind of god was in that car to make Ma Hui bow so low?’

Everyone craned their necks to get a look, but the darkly tinted windows blocked their view. Even as the car drove away, no one managed to catch a glimpse of Ye Feng’s face.

...

「Meanwhile, in a villa in the city center.」 The villa was quite large, with lush trees and verdant lawns, clearly the home of a wealthy family.

A middle-aged man in a martial arts uniform was practicing Tai Chi on the lawn. His every move, whether advancing or retreating, was perfectly measured, displaying the air of a true master.

This was Meng Xiong, ranked eighth among the Eight Tigers of the Imperial Capital.

Just then, his phone rang. Meng Xiong glanced at the caller ID, casually answered, and after listening for a moment, spoke with complete confidence:

"Don’t worry. It’s just Feng Qingwu, a woman who couldn’t even tie up a chicken. I’ll have her head delivered to you shortly. Just make sure the payment is ready!"

Before he had even finished speaking, an old man entered and said respectfully:

"Master, someone delivered a box."

Meng Xiong turned, saw the box still dripping with blood, and chuckled. "Boss, looks like Feng Qingwu’s head has arrived! Just you wait, I’ll have it sent over right away!"

Meng Xiong hung up with a laugh, took the box, opened it, and pulled out the head inside.

But when he saw the face clearly, his pupils contracted violently. It wasn’t Feng Qingwu at all. It was Wei Laopao.

Just then, a cold voice echoed from the entrance:

"Meng Xiong, are you satisfied with the gift I sent?"

As the voice faded, a large group of people stormed in.

Leading them was a tall, bald man with a brutish face. A tattoo of a glaring Fierce Tiger covered his neck, making him look exceptionally ferocious.

It was the underground emperor of the Imperial Capital, Ma Hui.

Seeing Ma Hui, Meng Xiong’s expression turned cold. "Ma Hui, what do you think you’re doing, barging into my home with all these men?"

Ma Hui walked up to Meng Xiong and spoke in a cold voice, "What am I doing? Don’t you fucking know? You think I’m clueless about what you’ve done? Let me tell you, I know everything!"

"Meng Xiong, you cast me aside and directly bribed my subordinate to do your dirty work. Do you have any fucking respect for me? If you don’t give me a proper explanation today, this isn’t over!"

Meng Xiong looked at Ma Hui and suddenly burst out laughing. "Ma Hui, just because people show you some respect and call you Master Ma, you think you have the right to be arrogant in front of me? Let me tell you something, you don’t. In my eyes, you’re nothing!"

"Get the hell out of here, now. If you dare make any more noise, believe me, I’ll cripple you!"

Ma Hui looked at Meng Xiong and sneered. "One of the Eight Tigers of the Imperial Capital. You’ve earned the right to be arrogant, but I’m not afraid of you. You’re a Tier Four Martial Emperor, and so am I. Since you won’t show me any respect, I guess I’ll have to test your strength today. Get ready to fight!"

With that, he stomped his feet, his body exploding forward. He rushed at Meng Xiong, swinging his machete down toward his head.

The machete carried a powerful gust of wind, making Meng Xiong’s clothes flap violently. In the blink of an eye, it was just a foot from the top of his head.

But Meng Xiong just stood there, unmoving, a mocking look on his face. Just as the blade was about to touch his hair, he finally moved. His right foot shot up and slammed directly into Ma Hui’s abdomen.

CRACK! The sound was followed by Ma Hui’s bloodcurdling scream. His men watched in horror as his body flew sideways, crashing so hard into the courtyard wall that he was embedded in it. His mouth opened, and he vomited a huge spray of blood.

One move, a grievous injury!

Seeing this, the eyes of his underlings nearly popped out of their sockets. Who was Ma Hui? The emperor of the Imperial Capital’s underworld! A supreme master who had reached the rank of Tier Four Martial Emperor! Yet in front of Meng Xiong, he had no power to resist at all. He was kicked away like a stray dog. ’How... How is this possible?’

Ma Hui painfully pulled himself from the wall, staring at Meng Xiong in disbelief. "Even if you’re stronger than me, it shouldn’t be by much! How could you injure me so badly in a single move?"

Meng Xiong walked up to Ma Hui, looked down at him, and sneered.

"’Not much stronger than you?’ That’s ancient history. A month ago, by a stroke of luck, I broke through to Tier Five Martial Emperor. Now, do you still think I’m ’not much stronger than you’?"

Ma Hui’s pupils shrank as he looked at Meng Xiong. He never would have imagined that Meng Xiong was now a supreme master at Tier Five Martial Emperor. No wonder he was defeated in one move. ’So he really had that kind of strength!’

At that moment, Meng Xiong looked down at Ma Hui and spoke with grim finality. "You piece of trash. You dared to act so arrogantly at my front door. You brought this death wish upon yourself, so don’t blame me. Now, I’ll send you on your way!"

With that, he brought his right fist crashing down toward Ma Hui’s head.

Already gravely injured, Ma Hui was powerless to dodge. He could only watch as the fist descended. He closed his eyes in defeat, wailing inwardly, ’It’s over. It’s really all over!’

But in the next instant, something unexpected happened!