Zheng Xinxi had many villas, but this one in Central City was his most prized possession in his life.
Not only because it symbolized the most luxurious land price on Xiang Island, but also because it stored the finest wines in the world.
In the center of his wine cabinet, there were three storage compartments holding the highest-rated prestigious red wines.
Any single bottle from these three, once taken out, would cause a worldwide sensation.
The most precious of them was once priced at millions, just for a single sip.
The bottle that Lin Beichen casually took out was exactly this one.
Zheng Xinxi’s eyes filled with immense heartache as he watched.
Back then, to win the auction for this bottle, he offended several big shots. Ever since getting it, he couldn’t bear to drink even a sip, only keeping it in the cabinet to savor visually. Little did he expect Lin Beichen to swoop in and seize it.
"What does it matter if I kill you or not? Do you think you can resist?"
Seeing Lin Beichen standing in mid-air as if on solid ground, Huang Henxin was only slightly surprised but not overly shocked. He looked at Lin Beichen with a faint expression.
"This is our territory. Every year, many people go missing on Xiang Island. Two more mainlanders won’t make a difference."
"Since you are a cultivator, you should understand that on my turf, you have no chance of winning."
"Lin Beichen is a cultivator?"
Zheng Xinxi was suddenly startled.
In this metropolis of Xiang Island, although mega-clans may not necessarily be cultivation clans, they can use financial influence to hire cultivators.
Several of the Zheng Clan’s family retainers were cultivators.
Among them, one was a grandmaster-level figure in the southern Martial Arts world, capable of single-handedly overpowering dozens of members of the Flying Tiger Team.
This kind of expert, once taking action, could decide life or death within ten meters with just a thought.
Thinking of this, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in Zheng Xinxi’s heart, and cold sweat began to pour.
"Young Master, so what if he’s a cultivator?
This is our territory, not some backwater land with limited information. This is not a place where a cultivator can run rampant just by relying on their title!"
Huang Henxin remained composed and unconcerned.
"Moreover, with your status, if he dares to harm you, could he escape Xiang Island?"
Hearing Huang Henxin’s explanation, Zheng Xinxi breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the cultivators were powerful, Xiang Island’s Flying Tiger Team was not to be trifled with. Moreover, there were many masters on Xiang Island ready to be dispatched. With the Zheng Clan’s influence, even without spending money, just the name itself could mobilize these cultivators.
Although he had angered the old man, the old man wouldn’t ignore his life and death.
Even if Lin Beichen was a cultivator, he wouldn’t dare to do anything to him with ten times the guts.
"Lin Beichen, in consideration of you being a fellow cultivator, I don’t have to kill you. Just kneel down, kowtow willingly, and hand over the Red Rope Gourd, and we can spare you a way out."
Huang Henxin said with a laugh, his face full of pride.
"With all this nonsense, why don’t you dare to fight me directly? You’ve been talking so much, are you trying to buy time to activate that magical artifact in your hand?"
Lin Beichen said with a faint smile, having already drunk half the bottle of red wine.
Zheng Xinxi’s character wasn’t great, but his red wine was.
Lin Beichen rarely drank, and had no real ability to appreciate wine, but this bottle was indeed excellent.
Hearing Lin Beichen’s words, Huang Henxin’s pupils contracted immediately.
For Lin Beichen to tread through the air without alarming anyone in the Central District to arrive here, his strength was indeed formidable.
Although he bragged nonchalantly in front of Lin Beichen, his inner anxiety was immense, and cold sweat had soaked his back.
He hoped to deceive Lin Beichen, but didn’t rely on that hope, instead being prepared with his backup plan, ready to activate his magical artifact and a very special secret technique.
The difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person lies in the Celestial Gate’s manipulation of Spiritual Qi, but this is just the surface.
If an ordinary person wants to kill, they need a weapon, while a cultivator can kill without making a noise, just by activating a magical artifact.
Once the Celestial Gate opens and Spiritual Qi becomes more concentrated, the cultivator can use it to unleash deadly moves.
A cultivator, given enough time, can come up with various extraordinary methods to kill without arousing any attention.
"You know too late. Now die!"
Huang Henxin shouted coldly, and his whole body suddenly exploded with murderous intent. A terrifying killing aura gathered from him, forming a flying dragon full of Evil Qi.
This flying dragon, imbued with Spiritual Qi and formed by Gale, spiraled invisibly in the room, causing it to shake violently.
The killing intent within carried an intense murderous breath; any living perceiver would instantly feel a chill.
Although Zheng Xinxi was a mortal, he had lived a life of luxury, with a never-ending supply of supplements. But his little assistant was different.
As a supermodel, to maintain her figure, her body was already severely overworked. Although she had a hot body, it was a distorted aesthetic.
Normally, the supermodel could use her body to attract the upper class, but her overstrained body could not recover.
With the appearance of the Evil Qi, the little secretary immediately shivered as if falling into an ice cave, her skin forming a layer of wrinkles as if her life force had been drained.