Zhang Baomian spread his hands, his face innocent, yet it was as if he had the situation completely under control, savoring the moment.

Ding Hui was bewildered, Song Qianlong faced the immense power and was helplessly furious, even the thunder clouds boomed in the sky and heavy rain poured down, seemingly tailor-made for him, bringing him extreme pleasure and joy.

Is this... the sensation of having power?

Hui Yao, you old bastard! You’ve indulged for so many years, and now it’s Young Master’s turn to relish!

Zhang Baomian slowly closed his eyes, discarded the oil-paper umbrella beside him, and reveled in the rain, displaying an intoxicated look, like a madman.

Ding Hui couldn’t comprehend what was wrong with this guy.

But she still immediately asked: "Did Diao Deyi send you? I knew he wouldn’t trust me, but when did you establish this connection? He never mentioned it to me... But that’s not important now, kill this person quickly and take me to the An Mansion to meet with Diao Deyi!"

"Impudent!! Want to kill me? Hui Yao, you know who I am, you should understand my Song Family’s capabilities! If you touch me today, tomorrow I’ll make sure you can’t survive in Thunder City, just a mere slave trader, anyone can replace you! Know your position, don’t take yourself too seriously! Go and twist that woman’s head off, and afterward, my Song Family will pay twice the money to buy your slaves!"

Song Qianlong shouted furiously, mixed with the sudden thunder, making it nearly indistinguishable.

Zhang Baomian then slowly opened his eyes.

He first glanced disdainfully at Ding Hui.

"Young Master Diao? Indeed, we had some dealings, but from the moment he left Zhang Mansion, we’ve been clear of each other. Although I don’t know why that person insists on keeping you safe, I’ll keep my word. But woman, you also better shut your mouth! That guy only wants you alive, he didn’t say you have to be in one piece!"

A dangerous, cold, even mad aura swept over, making Ding Hui fall into silence immediately.

This guy’s spirit, it’s somewhat unstable...

Nevertheless, Ding Hui knew the situation well, decisively cooperating first, for it’s only by staying alive that one has the right to talk about anything else.

It was Song Qianlong’s words that clearly displeased Zhang Baomian.

Arrangements were made for Hui Yao’s organization to plant people in the Rebel Army’s stronghold, exchanging interests with the upper echelons to obtain the location of Ding Hui’s base.

But Zhang Baomian wasn’t interested in constant guarding, indulging in eating, drinking, and playing in the vicinity until he heard his subordinates using communication methods, the sharp and piercing sound prompting him to rush over. Before he could break into the underground stronghold, he saw them on the street.

"Song Family? Double the money? Mr. Song, you really don’t understand the situation."

Zhang Baomian smiled, step by step, walking toward the one-armed Song Qianlong.

Under the booming thunder, Zhang Baomian’s face appeared grim and terrifying, striking fear in Song Qianlong’s heart.

He too began calming down at this point, speaking in a deep voice.

"Hui Yao, you’re a businessman, name your price to capture that woman for me, and my Song Family will be your organization’s strongest backing!"

"..."

This time, Zhang Baomian didn’t speak.

He coldly walked up to Song Qianlong.

As Song Qianlong’s inability to hold on began showing in his expression, Zhang Baomian’s smile became grotesque, twisted, as his large hand suddenly covered Song Qianlong’s head.

"Are you... afraid? Afraid of me, a mere henchman of the Zhang Family? So this is how Zhang Shimin felt at that time!"

Intoxication, excitement, and then...

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!!

Song Qianlong’s head felt like it was splitting apart, hearing clearly the fracturing sound as if his skull was cracking with lines!

Blood trickled from all seven orifices, his eyes were blood-red, unable to see anything, unable to move, only clearly feeling death drawing nearer step by step!

No...

No!

No!!!!

"Bao’er, Bao’er save me!!!!"

Song Qianlong used all his strength to let out a final wail.

The sound was so loud it seemed to penetrate the stronghold below.

Or perhaps, it was just coincidentally, below, as the battle had just concluded...

Boom!!!

Something, just a breath after Song Qianlong’s voice fell, suddenly blasted through the ground from below, shooting skywards!

"Oh?"

Zhang Baomian halted the increasing force of his hand, causing Song Qianlong to suffer immensely but not immediately die.

Slowly, he turned around.

Something had landed steadily, crouched on all fours like a beast, its forelimbs slightly lowered, issuing a threatening growl towards Zhang Baomian.

"Another expert?"

Smack!

Zhang Baomian directly flung Song Qianlong, sending him flying towards that side.

Whoosh!

Song Qianlong narrowly brushed past the shadow, without pausing, crashing into the wall behind, collapsing part of it, burying him in debris, silencing him instantly.

Yet the shadow ignored all this, as if what had flown by was merely a stranger.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Zhang Baomian seemed excited, stretching his limbs.

It was then that Ding Hui realized.

Earlier, two people had invaded the Rebel Army’s underground stronghold.

One was Song Qianlong, the other was this guy in front of them!

Song Qianlong not mentioned for now, Lu Qiaochun and Song Zhenrong’s combination had left this guy severely injured, proving his lack of strength.

But Yu Ji, of similar strength to Lu Qiaochun, and the many guards in the stronghold, were all directly taken down by the guy in front of them.