The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

398: Chapter 398 ChoiceHan Jingyang’s question plunged Huang Zhiyun and the others into silence once more.

Han Jingyang sneered inwardly; this was just a motley crew. Not only did they lack strength, but they were also cowards.

But it didn’t matter. As long as he could establish his authority, nothing else was important.

If they cooperated, fine.

If they didn’t, he would sacrifice them to his sword.

Sacrificing human blood to a sword was quite fitting.

He already had countless lives on his hands anyway; a few more wouldn’t make a difference.

At worst, they could have another fight after becoming ghosts in the Underworld.

In any case, he didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty or regretful.

His actions were consistent with his values; his reasoning would hold up anywhere.

Although he wasn’t sure of Huang Zhiyun’s group’s true identity, in his eyes, none of them were good people. Judging by their auras, they were almost all career criminals.

If he killed them all, so be it.

The stronger one was, the more they could do as they pleased.

He had both the strength and the capability.

Moreover, if he actually did it, there wouldn’t be any trouble. People like Zhang Zhiyang would only silently clean up the aftermath, never daring to say a word.

This was reality.

Three months ago, the society he lived in was also real, but it was a carefully maintained one that appeared thriving and harmonious.

The society he lived in now was the other side of that one—the flip side—but it was more real, more cruel, and more dangerous.

But he liked this society.

Because he was stronger here.

One’s position determines their direction.

Interests determine everything.

It was that simple.

Everyone else in this dark side of society also followed its rules: might makes right. People like Huang Zhiyun were no exception.

It was just that at this moment, his strength surpassed Huang Zhiyun and the others.

He had come openly to demand the person.

Hand them over, and everything was still negotiable.

Don’t?

Then let’s fight.

The atmosphere in the private room was exceptionally tense.

Facing Han Jingyang’s aggressive questioning, Huang Zhiyun and the others couldn’t even open their mouths.

Just then, Huang Zhiyun’s phone rang.

Huang Zhiyun glanced at it and instantly beamed, hurriedly answering, ”Boss, you’ve seen the situation here, right?”

”Yeah, yeah, the person is still with us, but Brother Han is being very aggressive and overbearing. He drew his sword without a word. We don’t know what to do and don’t want to take any risks.”

”I know, I know... So, should I give the phone to Han Jingyang?”

Huang Zhiyun trotted over to Han Jingyang with a smile. ”Brother, it’s our boss on the phone.”

Han Jingyang glanced at it. ”Who are you?”

A refined male voice came from the phone. ”Brother Han, one should be forgiving whenever possible. Besides, we have no grievances or enmity. There’s really no need for a life-and-death struggle. We have no conflict of interest, and we might never even cross paths in the future. It’s not good to make the atmosphere so tense.”

Han Jingyang sneered. ”Someone who hides their head and shows their tail has the nerve to say such things to me? If you’re so capable, come say it to my face.”

”I’ll definitely visit Quancheng when I have the chance, but I’m not there right now, so I can only call,” the refined voice continued. ”Brother, more friends mean more paths. Don’t be so extreme.”

”Fine, I’ll give you a chance. Take your people and leave my person behind.”

”Your person?”

”Yes, Doudou—that is, Zhou Fangfei, the woman you’ve kidnapped. I’m taking her.”

”Brother, aren’t you being a bit difficult? How is she your person?”

”She’s my little sister-in-law.”

”Little sister-in-law?”

”Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

The refined voice was silent for a few seconds. ”Brother, doing this is really pointless.”

Han Jingyang retorted sharply, ”You have no choice. Either release her or fight me and then release her. No matter who speaks up today, I am taking this person. No one can stop me. I’m putting my foot down.”

”Brother Han, you can take her, but you’ll have to bear the consequences.”

”Oh?”

”From now on, you are our mortal enemy—the kind where only one of us survives.”

”Does that mean I can slaughter these few who are present? Since we’re mortal enemies, I certainly won’t release the tigers back to the mountain.”

”You...” The refined voice hung up immediately.

Han Jingyang casually tossed the phone back to Huang Zhiyun, watching Huang Yun with a smile on his face but coldness in his eyes. ”It’s time for you to choose.”

Seeing Huang Zhiyun and the others remain silent, he suddenly chuckled. ”Of course, to prevent you from saying I’m unfair, I’ll give you a chance. I’ll fight alone, and you can all come at me together. If you can beat me by a move or two, I’ll turn around and leave. How about it?”

The thick-browed burly man stood up abruptly. ”You’re a man of your word?”

Han Jingyang didn’t even look at the burly man, keeping his eyes fixed on Huang Zhiyun.

Huang Zhiyun’s eyes flickered, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the longsword in Han Jingyang’s hand. After a few seconds, he nodded. ”Fine, but we need to change locations. There are ordinary people everywhere here. If things get out of control, innocent people will be hurt, and it might even cause serious panic.”

Han Jingyang smiled. ”Fine.”

Having said that, he turned to walk out.

At the same time, Huang Zhiyun struck boldly, his hands forming Eagle Claws as he lunged at Han Jingyang.

The thick-browed burly man drew a short sword and leaped forward to stab Han Jingyang.

The refined man’s hands rapidly formed seals. He stomped his foot, glared, and quickly pointed his sword fingers at Han Jingyang.

Two other young men who hadn’t spoken also drew their longswords and lunged at Han Jingyang.

The moment Han Jingyang turned around, the five of them, led by Huang Zhiyun, attacked simultaneously, unleashing their most powerful moves.

Seeing this, Shi Xiaoya cried out in alarm, ”Hubby—!”

Liu Jing’s eyes widened in anger as she reached for her combat knife.

Yang Jinyuan rushed toward Han Jingyang without a second thought.

Meanwhile, a smug smile appeared on Huang Zhiyun’s face.

Five first-class experts attacking together, one of whom was a metaphysics expert, and it was a sneak attack. He didn’t believe Han Jingyang could react and escape.

However, in the next second, the smugness on Huang Zhiyun’s face vanished. He only saw a flash of sword light, and several fingers on his left hand were severed.

”Ah—!”

Huang Zhiyun clutched his hand and stumbled back. ”My hand, my hand... Ah... Han Jingyang, I’ll... I’ll kill you!”

Han Jingyang had no time to deal with the now-crippled Huang Zhiyun; instead, he brandished his sword and charged at the thick-browed burly man.

A rapid succession of clanging sounds rang out continuously.

Within a few breaths, he and the thick-browed man had exchanged over thirty moves. Every lethal strike was countered or parried as soon as it was launched.

Strong!

Han Jingyang had to admit that the thick-browed burly man really had some skill to be able to block his longsword.

One had to realize that with the enhancement of his dharma instruments, his physical fitness was extraordinary. Under these circumstances, any casual swing was a powerful killing move, with impressive strength and speed.

Yet, despite unleashing so many strikes, they were all neutralized.

How could that not be considered impressive?

However, if his abilities were limited to this, the battle would end immediately.

Han Jingyang kicked aside the obstructing table and took on the remaining four experts alone in the private room. His longsword darted left and right, extremely busy. His moves were simple, but they were fast and powerful; every heavy blow forced one of the burly men back.

However, since he hadn’t formally trained in martial arts or weaponry, his flow between moves was problematic. It was easy to repel the enemies, but following up was a bit difficult.

Of course, as a combat novice wielding a longsword in a life-and-death struggle for the first time, performing like this was already quite good.

But he was here to establish his authority, not to practice swordsmanship.

Time to stop playing.

End this quickly.

Under the siege of the four men, Han Jingyang suddenly struck a strange pose and gave a low shout, ”Sword God Possession—!”