"My father said, Ouyang Yu said eagerly, 'Dad, that kid and Wu Shengnan are sleeping in the presidential suite on the tenth floor. They said they want to deal with you after you return!'
Upon hearing Ouyang Yu's words, his father's face turned ashen, his belly swelled, and he was about to explode!
When had anyone dared to say such a thing, to deal with the renowned 'Half-City Presser'?
That kid was not only arrogant but also a complete madman!
'Let's go, follow me to the presidential suite. I'd like to see how that kid plans to deal with me!' Ouyang Hu roared in anger.
Those who followed Ouyang Hu were all genuine evil cultivators.
Although they were Chinese, Ouyang Hu had spent a lot of money to poach them from abroad.
It could be said that in Ouyang Hu's eyes, they were the elites among evil cultivators!
Just as Ouyang Hu was leading those more than a dozen evil cultivators out, Ouyang Yu's voice came from behind, 'Dad, you're going up, just don't kill that kid. Bring him down and take out the Fú Gǔ Zhēn from my body.'
These words immediately reminded Ouyang Hu.
He quickly turned around and said to those evil cultivators, 'Take a look at my son and see who can help him remove the Fú Gǔ Zhēn.'
The more than a dozen evil cultivators, upon hearing this, swarmed around Ouyang Yu.
However, through the layers of clothing, they couldn't tell where the Fú Gǔ Zhēn was lodged in Ouyang Yu's body.
One of the evil cultivators said, 'Young Master Ouyang, please take off your clothes so we can examine you!'
Ouyang Yu quickly said, 'I can't move my body at all. If I move, I'll be in excruciating pain!'
The evil cultivator then said to Ouyang Hu, 'Master, the young master cannot move, and we cannot find it, so it is difficult to remove!'
'Hahaha!'
At this moment, a burst of laughter came from the doorway, 'Even if you strip young master Gou naked and peel off all his flesh, you won't find the Fú Gǔ Zhēn!'
'Except for me, no one can remove the Fú Gǔ Zhēn for him!' The person who spoke was none other than Cheng Xiaofan.
He couldn't wait any longer in the presidential suite and had come down directly with Wu Shengnan.
Furthermore, Cheng Xiaofan also thought that if a fight broke out in the presidential suite, it would inevitably destroy everything inside.
This way, if a hotel fell into Wu Shengnan's hands, it would undoubtedly require more effort and renovation.
It was better to come to this private room for a direct confrontation.
In any case, the four walls of this private room would need to be repaired.
At this moment, Ouyang Hu suddenly turned around and discovered Cheng Xiaofan and Wu Shengnan.
Ouyang Hu's eyes glinted menacingly as he glared at Cheng Xiaofan and said fiercely, 'Kid, are you Cheng Xiaofan, the one who came here to cause trouble?'
*Slap!*
Without a word, Cheng Xiaofan stepped forward and slapped Ouyang Hu, sending him sprawling backward onto the ground.
He said angrily, 'Your son provoked me first. You old fool, you're being unfair and twisting facts, what nonsense are you spouting here?'
Ouyang Hu's eyes went black from the slap, and his head buzzed.
'Kid, you dare to hit me, the 'Half-City Presser'?' Ouyang Hu roared, his anger fueling his words.
Cheng Xiaofan sneered and said, 'What a damn 'Half-City Presser,' who are you trying to scare? I hit you!'
Ouyang Hu was so angry he was about to go mad.
This was blatant provocation to his prestige as the 'Half-City Presser'!
If one could tolerate it, then what couldn't be tolerated?
He yelled at the more than a dozen evil cultivators, 'Go, beat this kid half to death for me, and then I'll deal with him slowly!'
The more than a dozen evil cultivators, hearing this, rushed towards Cheng Xiaofan.
Cheng Xiaofan pushed Wu Shengnan aside and went to meet them.
*Boom!*
With a deafening thunderclap.
The evil cultivators unleashed a rolling black smoke from their bodies, enveloping Cheng Xiaofan.
'Hahaha, it's over, it's over, this kid surnamed Cheng is finally finished!'
Seeing this, Ouyang Yu was uncontrollably excited and, in his elation, tried to stand up, only to let out a pained scream, 'Ah, it hurts so much!'
'Heavens, I'm going to die!'
Ouyang Hu, seeing this, quickly said, 'Son, don't move. Wait until my evil cultivators beat this kid half to death, and then he'll remove the Fú Gǔ Zhēn for you!'
*Boom!*
*Boom!*
*Boom!*
With several more thunderous sounds, the black smoke instantly dissipated.
The more than a dozen evil cultivators lay on the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, their limbs twitching uncontrollably, and groaning in pain.
Meanwhile, Cheng Xiaofan stood with his arms crossed, his white casual attire spotless, as if nothing had happened.
Ouyang Hu, his son, and the ten martial cultivators embedded in the four walls, facing the scene, were all petrified.
These elite evil cultivators were so easily defeated in front of this Cheng Xiaofan?
'How did you do it?' Ouyang Hu asked, unwilling to accept it.
Cheng Xiaofan sneered, 'Are you blind? That's how I did it!'
Ouyang Hu was furious and roared, 'Cheng, do you know that by provoking me, the 'Half-City Presser,' you're as good as dead!'
*Slap!*
Cheng Xiaofan delivered another slap!
'Ah—' Ouyang Hu screamed, somersaulting gracefully in mid-air before crashing to the ground.
He struggled a few times and was about to get up when Cheng Xiaofan forcefully placed a foot on his shoulder.
'Kneel!' Cheng Xiaofan commanded.
Ouyang Hu's face darkened, and he roared in exasperation, 'I am the 'Half-City Presser'! I would rather die than kneel before you!'
Cheng Xiaofan sneered, 'I imagine your precious son has already reported the agony of having the Fú Gǔ Zhēn in his body to you!'
'Do you want to personally experience this suffering worse than death?'
Ouyang Hu roared, 'I am the 'Half-City Presser'! If you dare to use the Fú Gǔ Zhēn on me, I will never let you off!'
Cheng Xiaofan shook his head and said, 'Even at this point, you're still threatening me with the nickname 'Half-City Presser.' You've lived so long, have you been living like a pig?'
'Let me tell you, if I dare to touch you, I have my own strength!'
'Alright, I can see that you really want to taste the Fú Gǔ Zhēn, so I'll grant your wish!'
He then shook his right index finger, and a black needle, as fine as a strand of hair, appeared at his fingertip, gleaming with a dark, demonic light under the lamplight.
'This Fú Gǔ Zhēn was originally used by an evil cultivator to deal with me. Unfortunately, before he could even make a move, he was not only eliminated, but all the Fú Gǔ Zhēn he collected were seized by me.'
'Now, I even have to thank him. If it weren't for him, how could I have obtained these Fú Gǔ Zhēn to let others experience this terrifying sensation!'
*Swish!*
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Xiaofan flicked his index finger, and the Fú Gǔ Zhēn shot into Ouyang Hu's body.
'Ah—'
Immediately, a horrifying howl erupted from Ouyang Hu's mouth, 'Brat, I order you to remove this Fú Gǔ Zhēn immediately!'"