One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

"Sister Bao!" Zhang Chulan shouted, and instinctively took half a step forward.

But the next second, he abruptly stopped.

Reason was pulling him frantically, his hands clenched into fists, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and his knuckles turned white.

This is the headquarters of the World Society.

Feng Zhenghao had just extended an olive branch. If he were to rush up and start a fight with the senior officials now, it would undoubtedly be a direct slap in the face to Feng Zhenghao, making the situation even more difficult to manage.

"Damn it, Bao-jie, you have to win!"

In the center of the hall, Feng Baobao's expressionless face remained completely calm.

Faced with Jia Zhengyu's palm strike that came hurtling towards her like a whirlwind, she instinctively wanted to retreat and create distance.

But the pair of thin, high heels on her feet held her back at this critical moment.

With a crisp "click," the slender heel slipped suddenly on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor.

Feng Baobao's center of gravity shifted instantly, and her body tilted uncontrollably to the side.

"These shoes aren't suitable for fighting," she muttered seriously, barely managing to raise her right hand and hold the baton horizontally in front of her chest to block.

"Bang!" A dull impact rang out. Jia Zhengyu's palm strike was not fierce, but rather as dense as flowing water, layer upon layer, penetrating into the body.

The domineering force rippled through the baton, and a palm struck her side shoulder.

Forced back several steps by the force, Feng Baobao nearly crashed into a decorative pillar in the hall, her heels scraping together with a screeching sound, her body swaying precariously.

She raised her hand to rub her shoulder, glanced down at her arm that had been scraped and bled, and said with a completely unchanged expression, "It hurts a little."

"Does it hurt a little?"

Jia Zhengyu seemed to have heard a joke, his eyes gleaming with excitement and cruelty. "Then I'll let you suffer a little longer!"

Zhang Chulan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. His throat tightened as he shouted, "Master Jia! That's enough! She's just stubborn; she's not really here to cause trouble!"

Without turning his head, Jia Zhengyu's tone was full of impatience and disdain: "Shut up! What right do you, a nobody living under someone else's roof, have to tell me how to do things?"

Zhang Chulan's face turned ugly after being shut down by those words, but he didn't want to completely ruin their relationship.

He could only swallow his curses.

Just then, the private elevator on the side of the lobby opened with a "ding".

Feng Shayan, Lu Linglong, and Lin Mo walked out side by side and stopped at the entrance of the pedestrian staircase not far away.

The three of them turned their gazes to the center of the hall, their faces simultaneously showing expressions of anticipation and excitement.

"Oh dear, the decor of this lobby is quite tasteful; it would be a real shame to damage it."

Lin Mo had his hands in his pockets, his gaze seemingly assessing the situation. "Hmm, the service scenarios are quite comprehensive. If someone is injured, you can sell nursing care; if the injury is severe, you can sell first aid. As long as the person doesn't die on the spot, the market potential is quite large."

Lu Linglong's lips twitched: "You're still thinking about service at a time like this? You'll be blacklisted sooner or later."

Zhang Chulan turned around abruptly, as if grasping at a lifeline, and rushed over in three strides. He clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly, his voice filled with anxiety and pleading: "Miss Feng! I'm begging you, please make Master Jia stop! If this continues, something terrible will really happen!"

Feng Shayan crossed her arms, her short silver hair swaying slightly. Looking at Feng Baobao, who was retreating steadily in the arena, she smiled slightly and said in a calm tone, "What's the rush, Zhang Chulan? It's rare to have such a good show to watch, so why not watch it a little longer?"

"Still watching?" Zhang Chulan asked anxiously.

"This woman stormed into the World Society all by herself and injured so many of its cadres."

Feng Shayan exuded a certain air of authority, saying, "If we don't even fight a single match and just let her walk out unscathed, people outside will think that my Tianxia Society is completely incompetent."

Zhang Chulan was speechless, and in desperation, he could only turn to Lu Linglong for help: "Sister Lu, could you please say something for me?"

Lu Linglong spread her hands, showing a helpless expression: "Zhang Chulan, don't make things difficult for me."

"This is Sister Shayan's territory. It's taboo for an outsider like me to interfere in the host family's internal affairs."

"If my great-grandfather finds out, he'll definitely punish me when he gets back."

Zhang Chulan's heart sank, and in the end, he could only cast hopeful glances at Lin Mo, who was standing in the middle.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, looking back at him with a gaze as if he were an idiot, and slowly uttered, "Xiao Zhang, why are you looking at me like that? Don't you know the rules? If you want me to do something for you, just pay me."

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up for a moment.

Lin Mo held up one finger, smiling very professionally: "Mediation service, flat rate of 100,000. Or, since we know each other, I'll give you a 500,000 luxury package that guarantees she leaves the door unharmed. Considering you still owe me 9,000, we can combine it into the account, with installments and separate handling fees."

Upon hearing these numbers, Zhang Chulan's lips twitched violently, and his expression was even more unpleasant than if he were crying.

Five hundred thousand?

He can't even pull out five hundred yuan from his pocket right now!

"Brother Lin, I have no money..." Zhang Chulan lowered his head, on the verge of tears.

Lin Mo thought for a moment and then seriously suggested, "You can write an IOU. Debt is a proof of trust."

"Brother! Please spare me!"

With this path blocked, Zhang Chulan could only look back at the arena and pray frantically in his heart.

Lin Mo appeared calm and collected, but he knew very well that Feng Baobao was in the wrong for trespassing on his territory.

Moreover, based on what he knows about the plot, Feng Baobao will ultimately be fine.

At this moment in the hall, due to the severe limitations imposed by her high heels, Feng Baobao could only run around frantically.

As Jia Zhengyu fought more and more smoothly, he became complacent and leaped forward, his hands forming complex palm prints, and a blue ball of energy exploded in his palms.

"Rushing Palm!" Jia Zhengyu shouted, his palm strike carrying a sharp Qi energy that pierced through the defense from a tricky angle and landed heavily on Feng Baobao's side abdomen.

This insidious palm strike directly triggered a resonance within the human body.

The human body is 70% water, and the unique Qi, passing through the muscles, violently stirred the water in Feng Baobao's body.

Feng Baobao felt a muffled "buzz" in her head, her vision blurred, and her stomach churned.

The intense dizziness made her sway, her heels got stuck in a crack in the floor, and she completely lost her balance.

"Oh no, this is bad." Zhang Chulan's heart jumped into his throat.

However, something completely unexpected happened.

Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Feng Baobao didn't back down. Instead, she stood still and leaned forward sharply, aiming her head at the hard marble floor.

A solid, muffled thud echoed through the hall.

This powerful headbutt left a visible red, swollen bump on her forehead.

Many people in the hall were so horrified by the sight that their teeth ached. Zhang Chulan gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his forehead.

But this almost self-destructive physical reboot was surprisingly effective.

Feng Baobao slowly propped herself up on the ground and sat up, touching the bump on her forehead. She blinked and replied calmly, "Oh, okay."

The previously scattered consciousness miraculously returned to calm.

Feng Shayan and Lu Linglong were stunned. What a hard head!

Even Jia Zhengyu was shocked.

"Holy crap, what's with your body structure?"

Feng Baobao sat on the ground, solemnly tucking the baton under her arm, preparing to reach for the buckle on her high heels.

Just then, a double wooden door on the side of the hall was pushed open.

Feng Xingtong pushed open the door, followed by several Tianxiahui cadres who were supporting each other and looked disheveled.

Upon seeing Feng Shayan and the other two, Feng Xingtong awkwardly waved and greeted them, while Lin Mo raised his eyebrows perfunctorily.

The injured cadres felt a burning sensation on their cheeks.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect Miss Feng to be here too. I've really lost face today."

"But to be fair, this Master Jia is really something! He actually managed to overpower that terrifying little girl who slapped me away."

"Yes, as expected of the famous Jia Zhengyu in the West, he really has real skills."

Although these exclamations of surprise and praise were not loud, they clearly reached Jia Zhengyu's ears.

His already inflated vanity exploded uncontrollably like a powder keg.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the core members of the World Society were all watching from the sidelines, and the desire to make a contribution and show off took over his mind.

"We can't just suppress them; we need to use some shocking methods!" Jia Zhengyu thought to himself, stomped his foot to create distance, and suddenly threw three dark red, sharp, and slender metal cones from his sleeve!

"go!"

Amidst the roar, three dark, heavy cones, as if alive, traced eerie arcs in the air, emitting piercing shrieks, and shot towards Feng Baobao from three directions.

"Amulet!"

The onlookers gasped in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief.

Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat, realizing the deadly threat that thing posed: "Master Jia! There's no need to use this!"

Jia Zhengyu's eyes turned cold: "If you say another word, I'll deal with you too!"

Feng Baobao had just kicked off one of her high heels when her eyes narrowed and she tried to parry with her knife, but she was a beat too slow.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!" A faint tearing sound rang out as two dragon-pecking spikes grazed past her body.

Two bloody scratches appeared on her left cheek and right waist, with bright red blood seeping out and staining the purple hem of her skirt.

Feng Baobao glanced down, her brows furrowing slightly, and said in a flat tone, "There's bleeding. That's troublesome."

He simply swung off the other shoe and stepped barefoot onto the marble.

Seizing the moment she lost her balance, Jia Zhengyu sneered, "Gotcha!"

He darted behind her like lightning, his left hand gripping her arm like an iron clamp, while his right hand pressed down hard on the back of her head, bending her back into a dangerous arc that was almost like breaking her.

The residual force of the Rushing Palm technique surged inward along the arm, causing Feng Baobao's movements to suddenly halt, leaving her unable to break free.

"You little thief, be more careful in your next life!"

Jia Zhengyu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he pressed down sharply with his index and middle fingers.

The two dragon-pecking cones in mid-air instantly changed direction, like deadly fangs, and with a chilling whooshing sound, they attacked straight at Feng Baobao's exposed chest—aiming precisely at her heart!

At that moment, both Feng Shayan and Lu Linglong's expressions changed.

Feng Shayan's long eyebrows furrowed tightly. She only wanted Jia Zhengyu to teach Feng Baobao a lesson, not to take her life.

Lu Linglong's face darkened; she found this underhanded tactic extremely distasteful.

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly: "Have you lost your mind? Going to such lengths for a mere token of loyalty. That's low-class. Even if someone like this has money, we can't take their business."

It looked like the dragon-pecking cone was about to pierce Feng Baobao's heart.

Just as Feng Shayan and Lu Linglong were about to make their move.

"Jia Zhengyu, you son of a bitch!"

A hoarse and furious roar exploded at the edge of the hall!

Zhang Chulan's eyes turned bloodshot, and the string of reason in his mind snapped!

Forget about the reputation of the World Association, forget about Feng Zhenghao's attempts to win them over!

All he knew was that the crazy woman who had stormed into the World Society for him was about to die!

"boom!"

The airflow exploded! Dazzling golden Qi flames erupted from Zhang Chulan's body like a volcano, enveloping his entire body and transforming into a golden meteor that crashed forcefully between the two!

"Golden Light Mantra!" Lu Linglong uttered a soft cry.

Zhang Chulan did not dodge, but instead activated his Qi to its fullest extent to form an indestructible golden barrier, which stood firmly in front of Feng Baobao.

"Ding! Ding!"

A crisp metallic clanging sound rang out.

Two dragon-pecking cones, imbued with powerful killing intent, plunged fiercely into the protective golden light, advancing with difficulty and piercing through half of the defense. They were only inches away from Zhang Chulan's chest before finally coming to a stop, exhausted.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, all eyes focused on the young man who radiated dazzling golden light and whose eyes were as stubborn as a lone wolf.

Lin Mo looked at the layer of golden light that swayed but stubbornly held on, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, and said calmly, "When a person is really in a hurry, their Qi flow is smoother than usual."

"If he's willing to pay, I can help him stabilize his situation."

Feng Shayan and Lu Linglong rolled their eyes in unison, speechless at his sales pitch.

When Jia Zhengyu saw his sure-kill attack blocked, his smugness instantly froze on his face.

Then a surge of furious rage welled up within him.

He abruptly released Feng Baobao, pointed at Zhang Chulan's nose, and shouted angrily in a fierce voice:

"Zhang Chulan, how dare you! Who do you think you are, interfering in my battle?!"

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