Chapter 337: How Much Money Do You Have?

Chen Erbao's expression was cold and stern, his face devoid of emotion as he watched the man with the goatee.

He had a keen eye. The bulging muscles of the two middle-aged men in maguas were a clear sign of external martial arts training, something akin to the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Palm.

He didn't consider this type of external martial arts expert to be much of a threat.

'Even if they could shatter gold and split stone, could they possibly withstand my Spiritual Power?'

The one who truly made Chen Erbao wary was the old man with the goatee.

The man's Spiritual Power was restrained, his essence, energy, and spirit contained and unreleased. His gaze was sharp, yet Chen Erbao couldn't sense the slightest hint of an imposing aura emanating from him.

Not even Chen Erbao could discern his true Realm.

There was only one explanation for such a situation.

The man's Realm was comparable to Chen Erbao's!

Unless the man made a move and revealed his aura, Chen Erbao couldn't see through his true strength with his naked eye and Divine Sense alone.

Facing the goatee's silent invitation, Chen Erbao just sneered and looked at Liu Xian.

"Young Master Liu, do you know these two little scumbags?"

Chen Erbao glanced at Wang Ming and Ma Qiming.

Hearing Chen Erbao's words, the two men's faces turned pale with anger, but they didn't dare to voice their fury.

Ma Qiming was capable of enduring it, but Wang Ming was just afraid of getting beaten up.

Liu Xian hadn't expected Chen Erbao to be so brazen in his presence. He gave Chen Erbao a deep look and chuckled lightly. "President Chen, is there some conflict between you and these two?"

"A deep-seated hatred! As for Ma Qiming, I can settle the score with him later. But this scumbag from overseas... if I don't make him pay a price, he'll actually start thinking he's somebody!"

Chen Erbao was being very generous by giving Liu Xian this much face.

After all, Ma Qiming's father was one of the top business tycoons in the country, so he couldn't be too ruthless with him.

But Wang Ming was another story entirely.

He was just an illegitimate son of his family; if he died in China, it was unlikely anyone would even care!

Hearing Chen Erbao's words, Wang Ming's face turned completely grim. He had a bad feeling and shuffled a few steps closer to Liu Xian.

Liu Xian pondered for a moment, his eyes fixed on Chen Erbao.

"President Chen, give me some face. I'll have them apologize and offer compensation, and we'll let this matter drop. How about it?"

Liu Xian still decided to step in and help the two of them.

Ma Qiming was relatively calm; he knew Chen Erbao wouldn't be too harsh on him, at most extorting him for some money. Wang Ming, on the other hand, was now endlessly grateful to Liu Xian!

With the Medicine King Hall backing Chen Erbao, if he were actually killed in China, the EX Group might not necessarily avenge him!

"As it happens, President Chen's cosmetics company is advancing by leaps and bounds. I also have a few factories in Jiangnan Province. I'll gift them to you, free of charge. What do you think, President Chen?"

Liu Xian threw out another incentive.

For a moment, Chen Erbao fell silent.

Lin Zhiqing, standing beside Chen Erbao, reached out her small hand to grasp his, whispering, "Er Bao, don't be afraid of him. Do whatever you want. I support you!"

Although Liu Xian's words were calm, there was a faint, underlying threat.

'If I don't give him this face, will he cause trouble for my cosmetics business?'

'It's hard to say...'

Chen Erbao hesitated for a moment.

He knew that confronting Liu Xian right now wasn't a very wise move. The best option would be to avoid a direct clash for now and wait until he was more powerful before facing off against a top young master like him.

But...

Chen Erbao looked at Liu Xian's calm gaze, at his expression that seemed to say he already had victory in hand, and a nameless fire ignited in his heart.

'So what if he's a young master from a Noble Family?'

He refused to accept it!

"Young Master Liu, I wonder if you've heard the saying: if apologies were enough, what would we need the Patrol for?"

"..."

Before Liu Xian could speak, the two middle-aged men in maguas flew into a rage. One of them flickered and appeared in front of Chen Erbao. He stomped his feet, and faint cracks actually appeared on the smooth, clean floor tiles.

"Kid, the Young Master is giving you face. Don't be ungrateful!"

The brutish tone thoroughly annoyed Chen Erbao. Without even looking at the burly man before him, he fixed his gaze on Liu Xian.

"Young Master Liu, is this your attitude?"

Liu Xian looked at Chen Erbao, only speaking after a long moment.

"I'll pretend the matter on Bailong Mountain never happened. President Chen, give me some face. Believe me, in the Jiangnan Region, my words still carry some weight."

"Sorry, we're not that close!"

Chen Erbao reached out and, with a light push, shoved the man in the magua aside.

"You..."

The man in the magua looked startled. His muscles immediately tensed, and he threw a punch at Chen Erbao.

"Hmph!"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Erbao's eyes as he whipped out a sharp roundhouse kick. Just as it was about to connect with the man in the magua, the old man with the goatee finally made his move.

His figure was like a phantom, appearing out of thin air between the two of them. His hands, glowing with a faint white light, pushed against Chen Erbao's leg.

BANG!

After the muffled impact, the old man with the goatee looked shocked. He staggered back four or five steps before steadying himself!

"So he really is at the Grandmaster Realm!"

He shook his numb arms, his gaze on Chen Erbao turning grave.

Liu Xian hadn't expected this outcome either, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"May I ask where Mr. Chen's master hails from?"

The old man with the goatee no longer dared to underestimate Chen Erbao. He exchanged a look with Liu Xian before cupping his fist and asking Chen Erbao the question.

"My master lives in seclusion and wishes to remain unknown. It is not convenient to speak his name!"

Chen Erbao couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on him. His gaze was like an arrow as he turned to Liu Xian and said, word by word:

"Young Master Liu, this is a grudge between Wang Ming and me. I advise you to stay out of it!"

A blatant threat!

As expected of the number one young master in Jiangnan, Liu Xian remained calm even in this situation. He pondered for a moment before saying softly to Chen Erbao:

"President Chen, there is always someone stronger. You should know that even a Grandmaster has moments when they are powerless."

After saying this, he turned, took Ma Qiming by the arm, and left.

As for Wang Ming, he had been abandoned.

As their figures gradually receded into the distance, Wang Ming stood frozen in place, his face ashen. Watching Chen Erbao approach step by step, his legs went weak, and he nearly fell to his knees.

"Pres... President Chen, I was wrong..."

Chen Erbao gave him a cold glance.

"That foreigner—was it your idea or Ma Qiming's?"

"It... it was Ma Qiming... AHHH..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Erbao lifted his foot and stomped down hard on the top of his foot.

The crisp sound of breaking bones, CRACK CRACK, echoed as Wang Ming let out a bloodcurdling scream, collapsing to the ground and howling in agony while clutching his foot.

"You dare lie to my face?"

Given Chen Erbao's Realm, Wang Ming's frantic heartbeat had exposed his lie!

Seeing that Chen Erbao was about to strike again, Wang Ming, tears and snot streaming down his face, endured the intense pain and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. "It was me... It was all my fault! I was blind and didn't recognize my superior! I beg you, President Chen, please let me go..."

"How much money do you have?"

"Huh?"

For a moment, Wang Ming didn't understand.

"How much are you willing to pay for your life?"

Chen Erbao said, looking down at him.