159: ‘Hostage’ gift

Once Yang Feng said this, he received cheers from many people.

"This is the Pollution Zone, not the Chemical Zone. Who do you Adam Five think you are?"

"Yang Gongzi is right. What are the Adam Five in front of you? You could crush them with a single slap."

"Mere Adam Five, what do they count for? Just five worms, daring to jump around in the Pollution Zone."

"I propose that we organize our own manpower and establish an Adam Five hunting alliance. The leader of the alliance will be Yang Gongzi. What do you think?"

Everyone chimed in, and the man with elven ears flushed with embarrassment.

His words just now were full of praise, and now he was being slapped in the face.

Yang Feng glanced indifferently at the man with elven ears and said disdainfully, "Don't forget how you all came to the Pollution Zone."

"Although I haven't experienced the pain of my father's generation, I often hear my father talk about his past experiences. My heart bleeds, and I wish I could slaughter the entire Chemical Zone."

"Since everyone thinks so highly of me, after my father's birthday celebration today, the Adam Five hunting alliance will be officially established."

"Tomorrow, everyone will join me in tracking these people down!"

Yang Feng's eyes lit up, the light emitted almost tangible; it was the fire of war burning.

"Good, I am willing to join."

"I am also willing to join."

...

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was heated.

Only Xu Jingzhe remained expressionless. He had personally experienced how formidable the Adam Five were.

Except for a Contaminant, it would be extremely difficult for anyone else to securely defeat one of the five.

Night fell quickly, and the whole town became lively.

Decorated with lanterns and colored streamers, firecrackers popping, fireworks roaring, seven or eight high-rise buildings were flashing with neon lights, dazzling to the eyes.

Inside the main hall, an old man stood in the center of the circular stage with his hands behind his back, wearing a Zhongshan suit, with white hair and a youthful face.

He was Hall Master Yang Shuai, a super expert.

High-end black speakers were playing the 'Happy Birthday' song. People coming to congratulate him arrived in an endless stream, bringing gifts.

"Yu Fei presents a birthday gift: ten jin of level-two alloy!"

"Fat TouTuo presents a birthday gift: one crate of golden AKs and two crates of ammunition."

"Huang Jie presents a birthday gift..."

The invited Contaminators all expressed their sincerity. Only after presenting a gift at the main entrance could they enter the hall, and moreover, ordinary gifts wouldn't get them through the door; they all had to be supplies scarce in the Pollution Zone.

Hall Master Yang Shuai was smiling from ear to ear, his small eyes shining brightly, very happy looking at the gifts being brought in.

"Yao Hu's son, Yao Tian, presents a birthday gift: two... two..." The middle-aged man standing at the door reading the announcements looked dissatisfied and said, "Yao Tian, what is the meaning of this? What's the deal with bringing two wounded people?"

Yao Tian didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all, holding his head high, and said, "My father's orders. Otherwise, do you think I wanted to come?"

Yao Hu and Hall Master Yang Shuai were considered 'neighbors'; the two were evenly matched in strength and had fought for many years.

"Today is Hall Master's birthday. If you dare to cause trouble, even if Yao Hu comes, he might not be able to save you!" the middle-aged man said coldly.

"Hmph." Yao Tian sneered, "Do you know what a big birthday gift my dad sent to Hall Master Yang? These two are core disciples of a major family in the Chemical Zone."

"What!" The middle-aged man was shocked and didn't dare to say anything more, immediately going to notify Hall Master Yang Shuai.

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of many people. Especially when Hall Master Yang Shuai walked over with his hands behind his back, he became the focus of the whole audience.

"Uncle Yang." Yao Tian called out with a fake smile; he still had to be polite when necessary.

"Tian'er is here, where is your dad?" Hall Master Yang Shuai asked with a smile.

"My dad is currently attempting the final step and really couldn't get away."

"Knowing today is your eightieth birthday, he specifically asked me to bring you two big gifts." Yao Tian pointed to the two people who were tattered and covered in wounds.

"Oh? This is..."

"Core disciples of the Ye family, a top-tier family in the Southern City. My dad accidentally captured them. Originally, he wanted to trade with the Ye family himself."

"Knowing it's your birthday, he gave them to you instead."

"Hahaha..." Hall Master Yang Shuai laughed heartily, his voice shaking the entire hall. It was indeed a big gift.

Xu Jingzhe stood in the crowd, his expression darkening. They were actually people from the Ye family.

"Good, I will remember this favor."

Hall Master Yang Shuai stood with his hands behind his back, pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said loudly, "Everyone who came today is a friend of old Yang. The birthday gifts you all brought are very thoughtful."

"Courtesy demands reciprocity! I've had a sudden idea: let's hold a ring battle today to liven things up. The final winner will have the right to choose one of them and take them away."

"Whatever is obtained from the Ye family for their ransom will belong to him."

Once these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall reached a climax.

The Pollution Zone lacks resources; this is a recognized fact.

Therefore, whenever people from the Chemical Zone come to the Pollution Zone to hunt Contaminators and obtain pollution cores, if someone valuable is captured, they are usually reluctant to kill them.

Transaction.

Exchanging lives for supplies.

How much can be exchanged depends on one's own negotiation.

It must be said, experience truly counts.

A simple move can win over many people's hearts and pave the way for his future expansion of power.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Hall Master Yang Shuai waved his hand, and the guests took their seats.

Hall Master Yang Shuai held a wine glass, accompanied by his eldest son Yang Rui and second son Yang Feng, and began to toast table by table.

Xu Jingzhe casually found a seat and sat down. Unexpectedly, it was a small world for enemies; it was the man who had mocked him on the road, with two beauties in his arms, feeding him dishes.

He glanced at Xu Jingzhe and said sternly, "What level are you? How dare you sit at the same table as Master Le? Get lost!"

Xu Jingzhe didn't want to cause trouble, so he gave him a cold look and picked up some food to eat.

"Oh, you kid, you really don't know who Master Le is?" Zhao Le got excited.

He straightened his posture and picked up the chopsticks on the table.

"Swish!"

He took a step ahead and put the piece of chicken Xu Jingzhe was about to pick up into his mouth, looking at him mockingly.

Xu Jingzhe reached for another dish, but Zhao Le grabbed it first and fed it to the beauty beside him.

"You want to provoke me into making a move, and then wait for the Yang family to come and eliminate me, right?" Xu Jingzhe asked.

Zhao Le shrugged and said, "Anyway, I just don't like you. If it weren't for Hall Master Yang's birthday today, I would have killed you already!"

"Fine, then we'll see each other in the ring later," Xu Jingzhe said.

"Hehe~" Zhao Le laughed happily; his goal was achieved.

Sometimes, with some people, you just take one look and feel you are naturally at odds.

You just want to fight him!

It just so happened that Zhao Le felt he was very much at odds with the person in front of him.

Hall Master Yang Shuai did not drag things out. After the meal, he immediately took everyone to an open space where lights were gathered. This was Zhongyi Hall's martial arts training ground, where daily training took place.

"Any guest who is interested can participate."

"This competition will only determine victory or defeat, not life or death. Don't make me lose interest." Hall Master Yang Shuai's voice was like a bell, carrying very far.

The competition was simple: a grand melee. Whoever stood until the end would be the winner.