Chapter 72: The Great Rebellion and Massacre

“Why do foolish people always come seeking their own doom? So many hate me to the bone, trying to bring me down, but all of them have fed my great white shark, while I, Zhao Tianlong, still stand proud. Who can touch me?”

Watching yet another person being dragged off to feed the sharks, Zhao Tianlong shook his head with a cold smile, sighing in satisfaction.

“You truly are a dragon among men, Brother Long. Those ordinary mortals can’t so much as harm a hair on you. My mighty emperor, it’s been so long since you favored me. Will you indulge me tonight?”

Yao Na, with a coquettish smile, leaned into Zhao Tianlong’s arms, her delicate hands wandering over his body as she pouted and teased.

The notorious kingpin grew hot all over, immediately picking her up and tossing her into the pool.

Another bikini beauty giggled and flirted with Zhao Tianlong, trailing her fingers across his lips, leaning close to whisper breathily in his ear, “My emperor, I adore your domineering manner. All men in the world are mere subjects—only you, Brother Long, reign supreme.”

“Good, very good! I love hearing you speak, ha ha…”

As he spoke, Zhao Tianlong swept the bikini beauty into his arms and carried her into the pool. The two seductive women performed all manner of alluring gestures in the water, waiting for his favor.

Zhao Tianlong himself leapt in after them.

“My beloveds, your emperor is here…”

In the pool, Zhao Tianlong embraced beauties on either side, reveling in his pleasures. In Ninghai, he commanded the wind and rain—rarely met with an equal.

To awaken with the power of the world in hand, and to slumber with beauties at his knee—this was the lifelong pursuit of countless men, and he had achieved it.

Though not master of the world, he ruled his domain as a formidable overlord. Wealth, women, mansions, private jets, yachts—everything others dreamed of, he possessed at his fingertips.

He had it all, and enjoyed it endlessly.

With his current place in the underworld, who could challenge him?

“Wait, brothers, I beg you, have mercy, spare my life! I have family, old and young—I can’t die! Please, I’m begging you!”

Chen Yufeng, about to be thrown into the pool to feed the sharks, suddenly pleaded with the bodyguards, groveling for mercy.

“Now you’re afraid of dying, kid? Too late. You dared offend Brother Long—death is your only fate.”

“Stupid fool, go die!” The bodyguards laughed loudly, shouting.

They ignored Chen Yufeng’s pleas entirely; why would they pity a dead dog?

As Zhao Tianlong’s personal enforcers, this was far from the first time they’d done such things. Killing a man was as simple as squashing an ant—never leaving a ripple in its wake.

Following Brother Long, who would dare touch us?

Beside the pool, Zhang Zhendong and his family watched in terror. The little girl was already crying in fright.

This Zhao Tianlong truly was lawless and ruthless.

It seemed his choice to compromise was wise; otherwise, his fate might be like this reckless youth.

Zhang Zhendong quickly covered his daughter’s eyes, shielding her from the bloody scene.

To his eyes, this reckless youth’s death was inevitable.

But just as the bodyguards were about to throw Chen Yufeng into the pool for the sharks—

Something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, Chen Yufeng sprang up, his powerful leg striking out, instantly kicking two unsuspecting bodyguards five meters across, slamming them into the wall.

Ah—

The two bodyguards crashed into the wall and fell heavily, their bones shattered, blood spurting as they lay on the ground howling in pain, staring wide-eyed at Chen Yufeng in disbelief.

“No, how is this possible? How can this kid possess such terrifying strength?”

“My gun, why…”

Even worse, they found their guns had jammed, unable to fire.

The remaining six or seven bodyguards came to their senses and immediately opened fire on Chen Yufeng.

Click—

They too discovered, to their dismay, that their guns had jammed at this critical moment.

Next, Chen Yufeng unleashed a furious barrage.

Bang, bang, bang—

The bodyguards fought back with desperate punches and kicks, but before Chen Yufeng, possessed by the Golden-bodied Arhat, they had no power to resist. He kicked each one away—none escaped.

Seven or eight bodyguards were instantly defeated, lying on the ground in shock, unable to believe what had just happened.

Just moments ago, this kid was a dead dog without strength—how had he suddenly become a swift and powerful master?

The reversal was too fast, too sudden!

Even stranger, all their guns jammed simultaneously.

What was going on?

Normally, such a bizarre event was impossible. Gun malfunctions occasionally happened, but for eight pistols to jam at once and fail to fire—it defied explanation.

“How can this be?”

“Such fast kicks, such overpowering strength—we had no chance!”

“The guns, why won’t they fire?”

“Superpowers—does he have superpowers?”

The bodyguards lay on the ground, their bones broken, wracked with pain—but the shock to their hearts far outweighed the pain in their bodies.

Inside, their minds reeled with waves of disbelief. All were specially trained, big and strong—each could easily take on five or six men.

Yet, eight of them had been kicked down in an instant, unable to withstand even a single move. Even a martial artist couldn’t possess such terrifying combat prowess.

And all eight guns malfunctioned at the same moment.

So, their minds raced—one bodyguard even wondered if the man had some superpower to control firearms, for nothing else could explain such an eerie phenomenon.

Of course, they had no idea of the truth.

To deal with them, Chen Yufeng had just spent a total of twenty-five points.

Some unknown drug in his body had left him weak and powerless, his bones like jelly. He spent ten points to exchange for a physical recovery medicine.

Ten points for a super bad luck skill that jammed their firearms for ten minutes, and five points for the Golden-bodied Arhat possession for ten minutes.

But this display, crushing his enemies, earned him sixty-eight reward points, a net gain of forty-three points, bringing his total to three thousand four hundred and forty-eight.

Zhang Zhendong and his family watched Chen Yufeng suddenly unleash his might against these men, equally stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

Scenes like this were only seen in movies—when had they ever witnessed such in reality?

A master—a true master! Well done, well done…