In their eyes, the person in front of them was nothing more than a reckless desperado.
Fighting with someone like this was too dangerous and simply not worthwhile.
They were all people of worth, how could they risk themselves with an ordinary person? What if they got hurt?
As the crowd retreated, the port’s security had already gathered.
But Lin Beichen still stood in the center, coldly staring at Zheng Yaxin.
"I’ll give you two choices: First, pay the money. Second, pay with your life."
Lin Beichen wasn’t interested in dragging things out.
The array construction at Mingzhu Port was imminent, and the funding gap was too large. He could solve it by approaching others, but that would only stir up new troubles. So, it was better to settle it directly with the Zhang Family.
Everyone would be happy if Zheng Yaxin paid.
If she didn’t pay, Lin Beichen wouldn’t mind. He’d simply take her head to confront the Zhang Family.
Killing Zheng Yaxin wouldn’t settle the debt. If she thought her life was precious, she was gravely mistaken.
Panic filled Zheng Yaxin’s delicate face, her complexion extremely pale.
She still couldn’t understand why Lin Beichen dared to come to Xiang Island to collect the debt from her.
This was the Zhang Family’s stronghold. Didn’t he fear coming here would mean no return?
Countless thoughts raced through Zheng Yaxin’s mind, and she quickly said:
"Mr. Lin..."
The aura Lin Beichen exuded had completely shattered her false hopes.
She thought she could intimidate Lin Beichen with minor tricks, but didn’t realize how utterly childish they were to him.
Just as Zheng Yaxin was about to yield, another voice chimed in from the side.
Zhou Yuanshou.
"Mr. Lin, is it? I don’t care how much Yaxin owes you, but Xiang Island has its own rules. Since you’re a cultivator, you should understand that you must report to us first, otherwise, you’re crossing illegally!"
Zhou Yuanshou said coldly, extending a hand.
He thought Lin Beichen would remember this, but Lin Beichen didn’t even glance at him, keeping his eyes fixed on Zheng Yaxin.
This sight enraged Zhou Yuanshou, and he snapped in a cold tone:
"Don’t think that just because you have some skills, you can disregard everything!
On Xiang Island, cultivators are as numerous as cattle, and there’s no shortage of experts. This is not the unenlightened mainland. As an outsider, you better watch yourself!"
Hearing this, those who had been somewhat fearful suddenly came to their senses.
Just now, they were intimidated by Lin Beichen’s methods, but upon cooling down and thinking it over, they realized there was nothing extraordinary about them—he was just a bit faster.
The people present were all children of Xiang Island’s elites.
Their bodyguards, even if not experts, were cultivators with some skills.
For them, experts might be rare, but cultivators weren’t anything special.
"My third uncle practiced for thirty years and was praised as a Seven Injuries Fist master. But after a lifetime of hardship, he wasn’t that powerful. No matter how good the martial arts, they still fear bullets.
After cultivating, they end up back at home living off old wealth."
"Brother, that’s unfair. Your third uncle’s cultivation technique isn’t bad; he just lacks talent.
My family has an enshrined master who also practices the Seven Injuries Fist, but his cultivation is at the peak level, and a hundred people can’t touch him."
The people present buzzed with discussion, each sharing their own experiences.
The more they talked, the more they looked down on Lin Beichen.
They once thought Lin Beichen was an extraordinary expert but then realized such people were common everywhere, even among their servants.
They believed they could crush Lin Beichen with money.
Even Zhou Yuanshou now wore a sneering smile, his eyes mocking Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen wasn’t important.
That was their thought, but there was someone among them growing increasingly terrified.
That person was Mr. Gao.
These idiots had no idea who they were dealing with.
Comparing their servants to Lin Beichen was laughably foolish.
Having visited the mainland, Mr. Gao knew the true ignoramuses were the people of Xiang Island.
They believed their vision was broad, connecting with the globe.
But they were unaware that their so-called broad vision was highly limited.
The world was vast, but if you studied history closely, you’d find that truly historically rooted nations or civilizations seldom lasted more than five hundred years.
Some nations hadn’t even existed for three hundred years, though they proclaimed themselves as world leaders.
Some nations boasted millennia of history, but they were wiped out and resurrected so many times that they forgot their origins.
But Dragon Country was different.
In this land, countless Dragon Country people lived!
Their history was long and enduring, unmatched by anyone.
And after the Celestial Gate opened, millennia of rich history flourished anew with the gate’s blessing.
Just Celestial Gate level experts were numerous.
Mr. Gao’s investigation on the mainland revealed over two hundred prominent figures.
These people were all above the peak level, with many being prodigies destined to break through the Death Gate realm.
Such individuals, placed anywhere globally, would be regarded as extraordinary.
"Kid, I advise you to kneel and apologize right now."
Zhou Yuanshou said coldly.
"I am Zhou Yuanshou. My master is Xiang Island’s top expert. You should understand by my name that this isn’t a place you can intrude on."
"Xiang Island’s top cultivator? Never heard of him, just another nobody!"
Lin Beichen said indifferently. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and before Zheng Yaxin could react, he grabbed her by the neck.
This super beauty, renowned as the star of Xiang Island’s socialites, worth billions, was choked until her neck turned red, her face swelled, and her eyes showed a hint of despair.
Zheng Yaxin’s tall and graceful figure, nearly 1.7 meters with high heels, surpassed many men in height.
Yet in Lin Beichen’s grip, she was like an ant, easily subdued.
"What are you doing?"
"Let go of Miss Zheng right now."
As Lin Beichen acted, everyone around was stunned, their faces filled with panic.
The security guards hurriedly drew their guns, a few aiming at Lin Beichen, ready to shoot at Zhou Yuanshou’s command.
But before Zhou Yuanshou could issue an order, Lin Beichen opened his mouth and exhaled, releasing an intense Spiritual Qi that blew everyone back.
The yacht’s banquet turned chaotic, wine spilling everywhere.
Everyone was pushed to the edges of the banquet hall, leaving a vast empty space in the middle.
Divine Techniques unleashed!
Zhou Yuanshou’s face changed abruptly, exclaiming in shock.
He didn’t expect such terrifying power from this person, already at the Grandmaster level.
Death Gate realm experts often had abilities beyond the ordinary, but this person looked only twenty or thirty, younger than him, yet possessing such prowess?
Zhou Yuanshou hurriedly channeled his Spiritual Qi, and a flash of Spiritual Light appeared at his waist.
As the disciple of Xiang Island’s top expert, Zhou Yuanshou’s abilities were remarkable.
He always carried three Magical Artifacts, once beloved by his master and later passed to him as a disciple.
But before he could harness their power, an overwhelming Spiritual Qi pressed down on him.
The artifacts barely glimmered before being crushed to dust.
Three invaluable Magical Artifacts shattered instantly, along with Zhou Yuanshou’s Taoist heart.
Who was this person?
Even his master might not have such terrifying presence.
Terrified, Zhou Yuanshou looked at Lin Beichen, noticing that Lin Beichen still hadn’t glanced his way.
From start to finish, Lin Beichen’s eyes were fixed on Zheng Yaxin, and Zhou Yuanshou was nothing more than an ant.