"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" As the three staffs struck high-light, he leapt into the air, the staffs missing him and hitting the air instead. Due to the immense inertia, the staffs struck hard against someone's legs—"Ah! Ouch!" cried out two sharp exclamations. Black Zhen Tian, the master of the Black Tiger Clan, and Huang Feilong, the acting master of the Horse Head Clan, were both struck in the legs by their own subordinates, wincing and trembling, shouting angrily at the three towering men, "You've got your eyes in your butts!" They then continued to cry out, "Ow! Ow!" Black Zhen Tian, who had never before been beaten by his subordinates, immediately raised his large chopping blade and slashed furiously at the three men. "Ah! Oh! Ow!" The three towering men, no match for their master, were struck in the shoulders, blood gushing forth. But the ordeal wasn't over—Huang Feilong then delivered three fierce slaps to each of them, leaving them with swollen faces and bruised noses. "Hah! Hah! What a sight! What a sight!" High This sudden turn left the three towering men, along with He Zhen Tian and Huang Feilong, furious—originally, it was this beggar who had caused the disturbance. Immediately, the five of them encircled him, but Gao Liang roared out, "Don't push me to intervene! Otherwise, the very earth will tremble!" From the side, Qiao saw clearly that the beggar's gesture resembled a person's—yet he wasn't certain. As for Ye Qian, she was staring at Gao Liang with wide eyes, "Is it him?" She shook her head again. "No, that's not him. He doesn't look like this. This is a beggar. How come? Ah! For over half a year now, his image has been constantly in my mind. But now, I don't know what has become of him. This hands-off hall master of Longfeng Hall—once my colleague at the internet café near Hanhai City High School, a senior high student. I don't know what has happened to him these days..." As Ye Qian pondered and thought over and over, the five had already completely surrounded Gao Liang, and what of Gao Li Unfazed, he bent his fingers, cracking them with a crisp, distinct sound, then shook his head and shook his body, doing a warm-up routine. Yet Highlight paid no attention to these five people. With a bright smile toward Ye Qian, he said, "Madam, could you bring me a bottle of Yanjing Beer—canned, please?" Suddenly, from Highlight's smile, Ye Qian felt the beggar was exactly like someone she knew—him! Truly him! Her intuition made it clear that only Highlight was genuinely passionate about Yanjing Beer; she remembered from the internet cafe that he drank at least three bottles every day. Immediately, she smiled, raised her hand gracefully, and Highlight smoothly caught the Yanjing Beer being tossed to him. As he sipped it, he swayed from side to side, saying, "Excellent beer! I simply love the Yanjing Beer produced right here in Hanshai City!" Yet, the five people surrounded him like an iron drum. As the large swords and iron poles from the five attackers surged toward Gao Liang, Gao Liang did not leap into the air. Instead, he bent backward, lowered his body, and positioned his toe tips firmly on the ground, bringing his torso flush with the floor. With a sharp "whoosh," the swords and poles plunged into the air, colliding violently against each other. The impact shook the five so fiercely that their grip on the weapons grew numb and their hands trembled. While they were still stunned, Gao Liang launched his attack. With a powerful "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves!" motion, he executed a sweeping leg kick—his legs were renowned for their strength. The five were knocked flat by the force of the blow, shouting in unison. Having already sustained serious injuries during their earlier mutual exchanges, the sudden, powerful impact of Gao Liang’s leg felt like a massive external force striking them, sending them flying. "Ah! Oh! My goodness! Oh my! Oh!" Five cries rang out as the five were swept out of the Dragon and Phoenix Hall. "Such strength! A master indeed!" "Even if the Jo Grandmaster and the Four Giants combined, they wouldn't necessarily be able to bring down these five. But today, with Gao Liang's arrival, they've been thoroughly humbled. 'Who are you?!' Black Zhen Tian, Huang Feilong, and the three towering men lying outside exclaimed, filled with fear. Gao Liang snapped his fingers, said nothing, and then strode off as if nothing had happened, pretending to be completely unbothered: 'I'm off to the next place! Hah! Just looking for a living!' 'Liang brother! Don't go!' Ye Qian's clear voice stopped him. The word 'brother' made everyone pause and reevaluate Gao Liang—wow! He's the High Master, Gao Liang! The Master of Long Feng Hall! 'Our Grand Master has returned! Our Grand Master has returned! Hah! Long Feng Hall is saved! Saved!' The Four Giants and Jo Grandmaster were filled with joy and excitement. When the black-shrouded group outside finally recognized High Liang, they were instantly paralyzed with shame and regret. They never imagined that their esteemed leader had returned. Clutching their faces, they crawled to High Liang’s side, pleading, "Master! It's all our fault—we failed to recognize you as a true great person. We have been so neglectful! Please forgive us!" High Liang spoke coldly, "You wanted to part ways, didn’t you? Very well—I grant you that. But let me make this clear: from now on, whenever you meet me on the battlefield, my fists won’t recognize anyone!" With that, he thundered forward, delivering a massive, solid金刚 punch directly onto a thick iron gate—about three centimeters in thickness. The gate groaned and cracked, instantly forming a hole the size of a human fist in the crowd’s view. "Wow! The head of the house is truly magnificent!" The brothers from Long Feng Hall clapped and cheered. Black Zhen-tian and Huang Feilong, along with the three towering men who had just arrived, dared not speak a word. They had long since witnessed the strength of Gao Liang and now trembled at the mere sight of him, immediately bowing low before Gao Liang and his brothers from Long-Feng Hall, making a solemn vow: "Master! Head of the Hall! Gao Hall Master! From this day forward, our Black Tiger and Horse-Head clans pledge our wholehearted loyalty to Long-Feng Hall and to the Hall Master—through life and death, together in prosperity and adversity!" "No! It's under my command! Anyone who fails to follow my orders shall be executed without mercy!" Gao Liang disliked the phrase "together in prosperity and adversity," and it was this very statement that sent Black Zhen-tian and Huang Feilong gasping with cold sweat. As they knelt on the ground, their legs shook violently, and they hurriedly repeated, "Master! Master! From now on, both of our clans will fully obey your commands. Should any of us fail to comply, we shall accept your judgment!" After saying this, they bowed repeatedly, as if a chicken were peck "From the fact that they're bleeding from their heads, it's clear they're truly listening," said Gao, shifting the topic and turning to Ye Qian beside him. "Ye Miss, tell me—how much have we actually lost on the American side?" "Gao Master, it's, it's... well, approximately..." Ye Qian stammered. "Speak up! Say it quickly!" Gao urged. "Master! Initially, I invested 200 million yuan. However, the overseas operations didn't go smoothly, so I sent Ye Miss to the U.S. to expand our business there. She did an excellent job—our operations have grown steadily and expanded significantly. But with our footprint now so broad, the local Black Society has taken notice and is increasingly restricting our activities!" Qiao sighed and explained.