Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

203: Chapter 203 is clearly a giveaway.In the face of absolute strength, any technique is just flashy nonsense.

Old Pu, who stayed by Ninth Master Chai’s side, was a Cultivator; he naturally knew that a Cultivator’s strength, reactions, and speed were all far above those of ordinary people.

In the world of Cultivators, experts at the Body Tempering Realm and Bright Jin levels were already on par with top-tier Soldier Kings and world boxing champions. Dark Jin and Transformation Jin experts could even rely on their reactions to dodge bullets, let alone Grandmasters.

At such close range, drawing a gun would give him no advantage whatsoever.

Moreover, behind every Cultivator lay their own faction. Generally, the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the faction behind them.

Based on the calmness Fang Ming had displayed from start to finish, and the casual way he didn’t take him seriously at all, this man’s background was unfathomable.

Ninth Master Chai wasn’t stupid; how could he possibly dig his own grave by making an enemy of such a person?

“Then hurry up and handle it. The paint must be cleaned off tonight. As for the rest, do as you see fit. I have things to do, so I’m leaving.”

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he ignored them, walked straight past the group, and left the KTV.

He wasn’t afraid of these people calling the police because they weren’t clean themselves. Besides, with his current abilities, he could completely kill them all and retreat safely before the police arrived.

As long as Ninth Master Chai wasn’t a fool, he wouldn’t involve official forces.

As for breaking his word? They didn’t even dare to call the police, so they certainly wouldn’t dare to break their word.

With Fang Ming’s departure, the atmosphere in the private booth became extremely eerie. Ninth Master Chai stood rooted to the spot, staring at the half-open door, motionless for a long time.

The people lying scattered across the floor were still groaning. Huang Jun knelt there, clutching his dislocated hand, his face a pathetic mess of sweat and tears.

He looked up at his boss, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something, yet he didn’t dare to speak.

“Ninth Master...” Old Pu clutched his chest and staggered up from the wall, his face terrifyingly pale.

Only then did Ninth Master Chai snap out of it, quickly walking over to support him: “How are you?”

“I won’t die.” Old Pu waved his hand and took a strained breath: “He showed mercy. Otherwise, even if I weren’t dead right now, my meridians would be completely ruined.”

Ninth Master Chai’s pupils constricted as he lowered his voice: “What is his strength? To be able to hit you like this with one palm?”

Old Pu looked up at him and said word for word: “Grandmaster.”

“What? A Grandmaster?” Ninth Master Chai’s face was full of disbelief.

In TV shows, True Qi has color so that the audience can see it clearly.

In reality, True Qi is invisible, intangible, and untouchable. Therefore, he didn’t know the specific details of the clash between the two just now.

He thought the opponent was at most at the Transformation Jin level; he hadn’t expected a Grandmaster.

Old Pu nodded: “Although I don’t know what level of Grandmaster he is, the external release of True Qi makes him a Grandmaster beyond a doubt.”

“Dammit, how could this happen??” Ninth Master Chai began to doubt his life.

That was a Grandmaster. In the entire Yang City, there wasn’t a single Grandmaster on the surface. How could his group of blind underlings provoke a Grandmaster?

He turned his gaze toward Huang Jun, who was kneeling there not daring to move. Huang Jun looked bewildered, clearly not yet realizing the severity of the situation.

Ninth Master Chai took a deep breath and walked over.

Slap!

A loud slap landed on Huang Jun’s face, the force so great it sent him tumbling to the side.

“Ninth... Ninth Master?” Huang Jun clutched his face, looking completely stunned: “Why did you hit me?”

“You’re asking why I hit you?” Ninth Master Chai crouched down, grabbed his collar, and hauled him up: “Who gave you the courage to offend such a big shot?”

Huang Jun was dumbfounded and hurriedly tried to defend himself, his voice carrying a sob.

“No, Ninth Master, I investigated! That kid named Gu Bai is just a poor brat living in a rundown building in the old city district. His sister works at the construction materials market; he has no background at all...”

“No background, yet he can call upon a Grandmaster?” Ninth Master Chai interrupted him, fuming: “Is there freaking water in your brain?”

“I... I... I remember now. I heard his sister is very beautiful. It’s possible he’s a boyfriend his sister found...” Huang Jun explained weakly.

He had indeed investigated before.

Gu Bai, a student at No. 3 High School, ranked first in the entire school. His family was poor, his parents were dead, and he lived with his sister.

Gu Qinghe, a salesperson at the construction materials market, lived in a rented apartment in a dilapidated neighborhood in the old city. Usually, she couldn’t even bear the cost of a taxi.

How could such people have any connection to a Grandmaster?

But that middle-aged man had indeed come to their door, had indeed taken down eight of his men alone, and had indeed made Old Pu spit blood in one move. Other than this explanation, he couldn’t think of anything else.

“I freaking...”

Ninth Master Chai was so angry he wanted to kill this idiot, but saying anything now was useless.

It took him a long time to calm his emotions before looking at Old Pu again: “Did you hear everything that man said?”

Old Pu nodded: “Yes. Clean it up, apologize in person, and pay two hundred thousand in compensation. If those three things are done, the matter is settled.”

Ninth Master Chai fell silent for two seconds, then suddenly turned around and kicked Huang Jun’s shoulder, knocking him back to the ground just as he was getting up.

“Did you hear that? Clean it up, apologize in person, and pay two hundred thousand!”

He roared, his voice echoing in the booth. “Go handle it right now! Before dawn, if there is even a drop of paint left on that door, I will personally throw you into the river to feed the fish!”

Huang Jun scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his swollen hand, and shouted as he ran out: “I’ll go right now! Right now!”

Ninth Master Chai watched him run out, then finally lit a cigarette for himself and took a deep drag.

“What kind of luck is this, running into something like this...”

...

Being a Grandmaster was Fang Ming’s greatest reliance on the surface for now.

Facing a Grandmaster, few social forces dared to stand firm. It was completely logical for Ninth Master Chai to back down.

However, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit; Fang Ming would not be careless. After leaving the KTV, he didn’t return immediately. Instead, he found a secluded spot with no one around, changed back to his original appearance, and then returned to the hotel.

Neither Gu Bai nor Gu Qinghe knew that Fang Ming was taking action tonight, so they had already gone to sleep.

Chu Yao and Ye Nuannuan were the same, as one had school and the other had work.

But these days, there was no shortage of night owls.

Ding-dong!

While Fang Ming was taking a shower, a WeChat message popped up: “Are you asleep?”

His Chat Group was always connected to his phone. Seeing the notification, he immediately opened it.

It was sent by Qiao Xingyue.

Ever since she saw Fang Ming confronting Zhao Ryulong at the entrance of the Kempinski Hotel, Qiao Xingyue realized how wrong she had been.

She had been trying to ask Fang Ming out for a second time lately, but he had been away traveling, so she hadn’t found the chance.

“No, what’s up?”

“There’s an auto show event tomorrow. I wanted you to help me see which outfit is more suitable...”

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

After that message, Qiao Xingyue sent several photos in a row.

The first one: a black tube-top minidress paired with silver high heels. The hem barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing a pair of straight, slender legs. Qiao Xingyue stood sideways, her head tilted slightly, the lines of her collarbone and neck smooth and beautiful.

The second one: a deep red halter dress with a hollowed-out back design, exposing a large area of smooth skin. She stood in front of a mirror, her phone blocking half her face, but it couldn’t hide her radiant energy.

The third one: a white suit skirt, looking capable with a hint of restraint. Two buttons of the shirt collar were undone, and a looming cleavage was just right.

The fourth one: a royal blue deep-V long dress, with a slit reaching up to the middle of her thigh...

How was this asking Fang Ming to help choose clothes? This was clearly just sending fan service.