The two men quickly tore off sleeves of their shirts to wrap around the wound on their left hands. Blood was still seeping through the cloth, but it was better than nothing. After bandaging the wound, both men were terrified.
At first, Zhou Xuan just seemed mysterious, then after Lao Zeng was injured, he found Zhou Xuan terrifying, and now that both of them have lost a finger, he's truly horrifying.
Old Zeng and his companion were martial arts masters. The higher their skill level, the more they believed there were even more mysterious and unpredictable masters in the world. Zhou Xuan seemed to be one such master. Legend has it that when martial arts are practiced to the extreme, they can reach a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.
Now, Lao Zeng and his companion felt that Zhou Xuan was indeed a mysterious master. Zhou Xuan's speed was so fast that they couldn't see it. However, how Zhou Xuan possessed the abilities to switch between high and low temperatures was beyond their comprehension. All they knew was that Zhou Xuan was a supreme master who kept his abilities hidden from view, yet was far beyond their reach.
After showing off his skills, Zhou Xuan said coldly, "I'll ask you one more time, and I promise I won't ask again. If you don't tell me the reason, I won't kill you, but I'll cripple you. I'll make sure you lose an eye, a leg, and an arm. You probably won't find life enjoyable then, will you?"
Upon hearing Zhou Xuan's words, the two men, Lao Zeng and Lao Zeng, truly changed their expressions. They had been killed before they could react; not knowing was one thing, but to be crippled after knowing was another—that would make life worse than death.
At this point, Lao Zeng and his companion even felt that Zhou Xuan wasn't just scary, but a demon. They were already extremely ruthless people, but compared to Zhou Xuan, they were like shrimp compared to a whale.
Zhou Xuan remained silent, his eyes revealing a cold and emotionless expression, which made Lao Zeng and his companion even more terrified.
Fu Ying also felt that Zhou Xuan had changed. He was no longer the Zhou Xuan she had met at the beach park. Back then, Zhou Xuan was sentimental, kind, and forgiving. But now, Zhou Xuan seemed much colder, wary of people, and ruthless.
In fact, Zhou Xuan is still the same Zhou Xuan as before, but he understands that in this society, you should treat good people and relatives even better, but you must be ruthless to your opponents. If you are not ruthless, it is cruel to yourself.
Having experienced so many dangerous situations, Zhou Xuan clearly understands that the reason why his opponents are ruthless is that they can control him and find his weaknesses.
Zhou Xuan's biggest weakness is his family and loved ones. He can bear it if it is himself, but he cannot bear or endure it if the people he loves and cares about are in danger.
Zhou Xuan's actions and words just now were somewhat acted; he was just putting on a tough act to frighten Lao Zeng and his companion, hoping to extract their secrets. If Lao Zeng and his companion could truly withstand Zhou Xuan's intimidation, then Zhou Xuan would give up instead of crippling them as he claimed.
Fu Ying, who was watching from the side, felt that Zhou Xuan was somewhat unfamiliar, but she understood that the superpower Zhou Xuan had just used was to transform and devour gold. Zhou Xuan had performed it in front of her before, using that glass. She knew about this ability, but she had never seen a superpower that injured the hands and feet first.
Under Zhou Xuan's icy gaze, both Lao Zeng and his companion shivered. Lao Zeng braced himself against the ground and took a few steps back, but as he retreated further, his palm touched extremely hot air on the back of his hand. For a moment, it felt as if he had pressed down a red-hot coal.
With a cry of "Ouch!", Old Zeng jerked his hand back, bringing it to his face to examine it. His right palm was so hot that blisters and ulcers had formed on the skin.
Old Zeng turned around in shock and pain to look behind him, but found nothing—no flames, no embers, nothing at all.
Turning his head back to face Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan's faint smile terrified him. His companion finally realized that Zhou Xuan was an incredibly mysterious master. Zhou Xuan burned Lao Zeng from behind without making any move. It couldn't be that Zhou Xuan had a fire-breathing tool hidden on him, because no tool could turn around and run behind Lao Zeng without being seen.
Old Zeng and his companion exchanged a glance, both their eyes filled with utter terror.
In just three seconds, Old Zeng finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Old Zeng was different from his companion. Although his companion was injured, only in his hands; his feet were still intact, allowing him to run and escape. Old Zeng, however, had injured both his hands and feet. He couldn't stand on his feet, and the idea of running with his hands for support was now out of the question. His right hand was also burned, so he had no chance to escape.
If he had just thought about it carefully, even if his hands and feet were injured and he couldn't move, how could he possibly escape from Zhou Xuan's mysterious and unpredictable skills?
But he was afraid; fear had completely filled his mind.
"Someone sent us to follow them," Old Zeng finally said. Although he didn't reveal who it was, this answer at least showed that he had given in and was afraid.
Zhou Xuan tilted his head and thought for a moment before deciding whether to ask further, wanting to know who was behind Lao Zeng.
But Fu Ying spoke first.
"We won't press you to tell us who sent you. Here's what we'll do: call your boss now, explain your current situation, and say we'd like to meet with him to see what he thinks. If your boss doesn't want to meet with us, we'll leave immediately and won't make things difficult for you."
After Fu Ying said that, Zhou Xuan didn't say anything more. Fu Ying meant that even if he didn't like it or was unwilling, he wouldn't object.
Old Zeng and his companion thought for a moment, muttered a few words, and then nodded. They both agreed that as long as Zhou Xuan and his companion didn't pressure them, their agreement was the boss's decision. Moreover, the boss was behind it all, and they hadn't revealed any information about him. If he didn't want to, he could still avoid seeing Zhou Xuan and his companion.
After discussing with his companion, Lao Zeng immediately took out his phone, dialed a number, covered half of his mouth, and said a few words in a very soft voice.
Fu Ying naturally didn't know who the master behind Lao Zeng and the others was, but Zhou Xuan heard Lao Zeng talking on the phone and the voice on the phone. Although Lao Zeng spoke in an extremely soft voice, Zhou Xuan had supernatural abilities. As long as he wanted to listen or see, within the range of his abilities, nothing could escape his ability to eavesdrop.
Old Zeng was reporting the current situation to the other party. He didn't lie and told them about their injuries and how terrifying the other party was. The other party only said two short words.
"Hmm... okay"
With just those two words, Zhou Xuan still didn't know who the other person was, but he could tell from the voice that it belonged to a woman who wasn't very old.
Behind Lao Zeng and his companion was a woman.
But Zhou Xuan also knew that the other party, this woman, had agreed to meet with them.
Sure enough, after taking the phone away from his ear, Lao Zeng said to Zhou Xuan and Fu Ying, "My boss says he wants to see you. Please wait a moment."
Fu Ying and Zhou Xuan stood on the side of the road, and Lao Zeng was also dragged to the side of the road by his companion. Because vehicles passed by from time to time, and because Zhou Xuan and Fu Ying were going to meet Lao Zeng's boss, they did not stop any vehicles.
Zhou Xuan didn't know where Lao Zeng's boss was, or which side he would come from, whether from Poxin Village or from the direction of Fengshan.
While they were waiting, a yellow Ferrari convertible came from Fengshan towards Poxin Village. It was going very fast at first, but when it got close to Zhou Xuan and the others, it slowed down, even going as fast as walking.
That was because the driver, who was now clearly visible, was a young man with a rather effeminate appearance. He stared at Fu Ying at first glance, slowed down the car, and eventually stopped.
Fu Ying assumed this man was the boss behind Lao Zeng and his group, and she was also keeping an eye on him.
The young man, smug and captivated by Fu Ying's beauty, stopped the car and asked with a smug grin, "Miss, are you waiting for a ride? Need a ride?"
As the man spoke, he lightly patted the car door with his hand, striking a nonchalant pose. A Ferrari convertible—that kind of car costs millions!
Fu Ying was taken aback. Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem like the boss of Lao Zeng and his partner. She turned to look at Lao Zeng and his partner and saw that they hadn't said a word and didn't care about the man at all. She immediately realized that she had misunderstood. This man was not their boss. She then ignored the sports car man.
It's pitiful that this sports car guy is still showing off his sports car and wealth to Fu Ying. If he knew that Fu Ying was the sole heir to a family with one of the world's top ten richest families, I wonder what his expression would be.
Zhou Xuan naturally knew that the young man in the sports car was not the boss of Lao Zeng and his partner. Seeing that this guy was still shamelessly showing off to Fu Ying and asking her to get in the car and take her away, and not taking Fu Ying's companion seriously, Zhou Xuan just smiled faintly.
Zhou Xuan wasn't jealous, because he knew Fu Ying's personality perfectly well. Fu Ying wouldn't even glance at someone like that. Let alone such a naive and ignorant young man, even a young and talented man with amazing knowledge and skills, she wouldn't give him any face if she didn't like him. As for a shallow and vulgar man like this sports car guy, it goes without saying.
Seeing Fu Ying frowning while the sports car man continued to boast, Zhou Xuan immediately pointed at the sports car man's tires and said, "Your tires are flat, how can you carry people and drive?"
The sports car driver said disdainfully, "What do you know? Do you even understand cars? You've probably never even seen a car this high-end, worth over five million, have you? Let me tell you, even if the tires of a car like mine are slashed open with a knife, it can still run, it'll be fine, and it'll still leave other cars behind."