Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 258 - 89: Crushing Iron Like Mud

Hotel suite.

Jian Yue and the other woman curled up in the corner, shivering.

Compared to Jian Yue's face full of terror, her best friend Xu Tong, though equally frightened, was also attentive to the expressions of the other people in the room.

This group of men in black suits had forcibly taken them from the workshop, their attitude along the way was extremely rude and domineering, any slight resistance was met with a slap.

Even,

If it weren't for the rules, they would have been violated long ago.

The situation began to change with a phone call.

The call seemed to mention a particularly terrifying name, causing the men in black suits to change their demeanor and refrain from touching them.

They even found coats for them to wear.

One of them even stopped Fatty Quan from trying to treat Jian Yue as "goods," but they didn't release them, as if they were waiting for something.

Time slowly passed.

The atmosphere in the room began to shift.

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

Fatty Quan, who had taken some medicine, felt increasingly hot and impatient, so he simply took off his shirt and paced back and forth in the room, bare-chested.

The rolls of his flesh swayed under the light as he moved.

"Damn it..."

"I can't control myself much longer!"

"Boss Quan." One of the men in black frowned and said:

"Do you want us to bring a girl from downstairs for you? This time it's our fault, we offer it for free, but we really can't touch this one for now."

"Do I lack women?" Fatty Quan turned and glared at the man in black, pointing at Jian Yue in the corner and growling:

"I have plenty of money, if I want a woman like that, I can have one any time. I want her now; can you do that or not?"

"Boss Quan..." The man in black smiled wryly:

"Don't make things difficult for the brothers."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Fatty Quan nodded heavily:

"Wang Changfu has really grown bold; if it weren't for me, Fatty Quan, pulling him up back in the day, would Yuhua and the Wang family have what they have today?"

"Ding ling ling..."

At this moment, the phone rang.

The room fell silent.

Fatty Quan breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on the phone.

Jian Yue and Xu Tong also raised their heads, eyes filled with hope; their fate could be decided by this call.

"Huff..."

The man in black exhaled deeply, pressed the answer key, and turned on the speaker.

"Hello!"

On the other end, a cold voice spoke.

"Boss." The man in black bowed his head, respectfully saying:

"At your service."

"The people are still there, right?"

"Yes."

"No one touched them, correct?"

"No one touched them."

"Release them."

Upon hearing this, Jian Yue and Xu Tong held their breath, eyes widening in joy, their bodies trembling with excitement.

"..." The man in black's expression changed slightly, then he nodded:

"Understood."

"Wang family." On hearing this, Fatty Quan grabbed the phone from the man in black, shouting into the receiver:

"I paid for this, is this how you do business? Don't forget, if it weren't for my help, you wouldn't be where you are today!"

"Boss Quan."

Wang Changfu's voice carried a tone of helplessness:

"I was in the wrong today. Another day, I'll host an event for the brothers, and you can do whatever you want, but you really can't touch those women."

"Bullshit!"

Fatty Quan's eyes widened:

"I'm going to touch them today, what can you do about it?"

"Fatty Quan!" Wang Changfu's voice sharpened, then he spoke softly:

"They belong to Boss Fang."

"Boss Fang?" Fatty Quan snorted coldly:

"I don't care about any..."

"It's Boss Fang of Square Porcelain." Wang Changfu explained:

"Fuhong Group, Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau, and those guys at your Fengyue Hall...you don't want to end up like them, do you?"

?

Fatty Quan seemed to suddenly realize something, his eyes contracted, and his grip on the phone gradually loosened.

"Your brother has tried his best."

Wang Changfu sighed softly:

"But Boss Fang insisted that they be returned unharmed. There's nothing I can do, otherwise, I'd let you have a taste."

......

Yunhai Restaurant.

Tian Liang kicked a man in black who tried to make a move, but was quickly blocked.

"I'm Zhang Yong."

Zhang Yong twisted his neck, and the two scars on his face writhed, like sinister centipedes crawling over his face, he cupped his fists and said:

"Trained under the Baji Grandmaster of Yu Province, Li Hutian. How should I address you, friend?"

"What nonsense." Tian Liang curled his lip:

"I don't know anything about Springing Legs; I just learned a little Heart Intent Fist from the Boss. Do you want to spar with me?"

"Heart Intent Fist?" Zhang Yong squinted:

"It's Xingyi Fist!"

Then he nodded:

"Indeed, it's rare to meet a fellow practitioner of Traditional Martial Arts, and Zhang feels an itch for a contest. Boss Fang, do you mind?"

He looked over at Fang Zheng, eyebrows arched, with a hint of provocation.

"Your master is Li Hutian?"

Fang Zheng spoke:

"So you're a disciple of the Baji lineage. However, while Li Hutian is fairly capable, calling him a Baji Grandmaster is a bit much."

"Tian Liang."

He seemed interested, waving his hand casually:

"Have some fun with him."

"Yes." Tian Liang acknowledged, squinting at his opponent:

"Come on then!"

"Humph!"

Zhang Yong snorted coldly.

In his view, his master Li Hutian's skills were profound and unfathomable, comparable to ancient Martial Arts Grandmasters, respected by all.

How could he not be called a Baji Grandmaster?

Fang Zheng actually dared to speak disrespectfully.

Though you may be strong!

That may not necessarily make you stronger than my master.

Unbeknownst to him,

Fang Zheng was taught by Guo Ziran, in terms of seniority, no lower than Li Hutian. As for Martial Arts Grandmasters, he was the most qualified to make such judgments.

If he says it's not,

then it's not!

Throughout all of Xia Country, those qualified to be recognized as Martial Arts Grandmasters by Fang Zheng can be counted on one hand. No matter how you list them, Li Hutian isn't among them.

"Pa!"

Zhang Yong stepped forward, his body colliding like a mountain, fast and fierce, as if his power was shaking the ground beneath his feet.