Gao Yao hastily threw away the weapon in his hand, wiping his hands in panic.
But the young people present, especially the fearless young masters, were all desperately holding up their phones to take pictures.
Gao Yao's irritable eyes were bloodshot: "Son of a bitch, why didn't you take pictures when that Qin guy was killing people just now?"
Eight-Faced Buddha scoffed: "Who would dare! Gao Yao, stop struggling and surrender obediently. Our Mr. Qin is giving you a way out. Don't forget, there's no death penalty in Xiangjiang!"
Gao Yao, gripping the Heavenly King's Token in his hand, naturally wanted to turn the tables.
His life and fortune were all on this token.
Outside, a boat horn sounded, quite obligingly.
On the sea, a speedboat was rapidly approaching.
Everyone in the scene watched.
It was a speedboat, with someone standing on it wearing a black trench coat, a white scarf, and a silver mask.
Gao Yao's hands trembled with excitement, clutching the Heavenly King's Token: "Boss Killing God, Boss Killing God is here!"
Everyone instinctively retreated.
There was no other way; Killing God's reputation was too great.
Sixty years ago, mothers would tell disobedient children, "Stop crying, or Killing God will come and get you!"
So, the wealthy tycoons present, aged sixty-five and above, all showed expressions of awe.
The speedboat's rope hooked onto the cruise ship, and a figure leaped into the air.
The Killing God, wearing a silver mask, leaped through the air, doing two handsome somersaults, like a gymnast, and landed steadily on the deck.
My heavens!
Is this the legendary Qinggong?
The scene erupted in cheers.
"As expected of Boss Killing God, leaping through the air, what great Qinggong!" the older generation praised.
The younger generation, however, exclaimed: "It's a superhero! He can fly!"
Eight-Faced Buddha and Old Master Hong were also shocked and looked at Qin Yexuan together: "Mr. Qin, what's this person's level?"
Qin Yexuan chuckled: "Didn't you see the steel wire on him?"
Steel wire?
Flying around with wires, making martial arts films, that's something Xiangjiang invented.
At this moment, Eight-Faced Buddha and Old Master Hong looked closely and indeed saw the steel wire hidden at the waist of the "Boss Killing God."
Qin Yexuan smiled: "His steps are weak, his body is powerless, and he has no cultivation. I suspect he's an actor hired for the job. Let's not expose him yet. Let's find the person behind him!"
The fake Killing God had already entered the hall.
He came alone, without any entourage.
Truly heroic, skilled and bold.
Gao Yao rushed over desperately, fell to his knees at the Killing God's feet with a thud, and wept bitterly.
"Hmm, where is Yuan Tianci?" the fake Killing God's voice was hoarse and commanding, truly a first-class performance.
"Boss Killing God, your disciple Yuan Tianci was harmed to death by that person!" Gao Yao pointed at Qin Yexuan, his eyes filled with madness and triumph. He thought Qin Yexuan was finished.
But the Killing God's whole body trembled, and his voice changed: "What? Yuan Tianci is dead?"
Those who didn't know would have thought he was distraught with anger.
Eight-Faced Buddha and the others, however, secretly smiled, seeing that this Killing God was afraid and his legs were trembling.
Gao Yao, adding fuel to the fire, pointed at Eight-Faced Buddha, Old Master Hong, and even all the guests: "Boss Killing God, leave none of them alive. Please uphold justice!"
The Killing God was silent for a long, long time, then suddenly said: "Yuan Tianci said you prepared a lot of money? Where is it? Why don't I see any?"
This…
How could the heroic Boss Killing God immediately ask for money?
Gao Yao was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, thinking that if he was greedy, things would be easier.
He directly took out his three black cards: "Boss Killing God, these are all the assets of my Gao family, over three billion. I also have four ships, all of the cruise ship class. If you want them, I'll give them all to you. I only ask you to avenge my Gao family!"
The Killing God's breathing became heavy, then he put his hands behind his back and glared fiercely at Qin Yexuan: "I haven't made a move in sixty years. If I do, I'm afraid I'll kill too many. You jump into the sea and commit suicide!"
Then he pointed and gestured: "And that Eight-Faced Buddha, Old Hong, you should also commit suicide, as a favor to me, Killing God."
Saying this, he suddenly drew a small, sharpened knife from behind him and inserted it with difficulty into the table.
The first attempt failed, but the second time it finally pierced the thin tabletop.
"Anyone who disagrees, this knife of mine is blind!"
The knife was about a palm long, and its handle was wrapped in clear tape. It was dirty, and not even as sharp as the steak knives on the table.
Eight-Faced Buddha let out a chuckle, his mouth splitting into a grin.
Old Master Hong also couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
The distinguished guests in the hall were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Gao Yao rubbed his eyes, also frozen in place.
No, this knife might look unremarkable, but since Boss Killing God took it out, it must have some special use!
Gao Yao bent down, respectfully pulled out the knife, and fumbled with it, trying to see if there were any mechanisms.
However, he used too much force, and the handle broke off directly.
The fake Killing God roared: "Good boy, you dare to break my knife, you have to pay me extra!"
The laughter in the hall grew louder, everyone watching this so-called Killing God like a clown.
Gao Yao's face turned dark: "Are you really the Killing God from sixty years ago?"
The Killing God vigorously protected his mask: "Of course it's me. Didn't you see the Heavenly King's Token? Humph, you're not allowed to laugh, be serious, I am Killing God."
Everyone was already laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.
Killing God became enraged: "Damn it, it seems you won't believe me unless I show some real skill. Who wants to compete with me in Qinggong?"
Everyone stopped laughing. This ridiculous Killing God had indeed flown over earlier, perhaps he really knew Qinggong.
Qin Yexuan couldn't bear it any longer and walked over: "I'll compete with you, Killing God, right? You go first!" As he spoke, he flicked his finger, and with a 'snap,' the hidden steel wire broke. Sudaan Novel Network
The Killing God stumbled and almost fell. He touched the broken steel wire and was stunned.
Qin Yexuan smiled: "Boss Killing God, you can perform now."
Sweat dripped from beneath the Killing God's mask: "No, no, I'm the senior, why should I go first? You, you go first!"
Qin Yexuan nodded: "That's fine too!"
As soon as the words fell, his figure suddenly soared into the air, elegant and leisurely, like an immortal from beyond the heavens, instantly stepping onto the sea.
Standing on the seawater, Qin Yexuan's clothes fluttered, and he suddenly laughed heartily, landing in the speedboat the Killing God had arrived in.
The next moment, the entire audience erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.
Because on the sea, Qin Yexuan astonishingly leaped into the air and lifted the speedboat.
No one knew how he did it.
Qin Yexuan's figure appeared so small above the speedboat, yet the power he unleashed was so terrifying.
With a loud bang, the speedboat exploded in mid-air, like a brilliant fireworks display.
As the fireworks dissipated, everyone in the hall saw a flash, and Qin Yexuan reappeared in his original spot.
His body hadn't even a drop of seawater on it.
He smiled at the Killing God: "So, it's your turn. Time to show your real skills!"