155: You'll be the boss from now on.

Another half an hour later, around 1 AM, a black extended Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the manor.

As soon as the Rolls-Royce stopped, Tie Wei immediately rushed over and respectfully opened the car door.

Black Liu stepped out, looking somewhat fatigued, his expression not good. He was likely in a gloomy mood due to the matter concerning his son, Liu Haiyuan.

"Big Brother, Brother Biao is waiting for you in the reception room," Tie Wei reported quickly when he saw Black Liu alight.

"Zhang Biao? Has he settled the matter?"

Black Liu couldn't help but frown, wondering why Zhang Biao was still here so late.

Tie Wei paused; he wasn't entirely clear what specific task Black Liu had given Zhang Biao. However, recalling Zhang Biao's earlier words, he shook his head and said, "I'm not entirely sure, but Brother Biao looks severely injured. From his tone, it seems he suffered some losses. He said he had an urgent matter to report, so he rushed over overnight."

"What? Zhang Biao and Liu San, together, actually suffered losses!"

Black Liu was startled upon hearing this, his expression turning even uglier.

"For the specific situation, you can ask Brother Biao directly. Oh, and this time Brother Biao brought someone else with him," Tie Wei added.

"Brought someone else? Didn't Zhang Biao come with Liu San?" Black Liu grew even more confused.

Tie Wei shook his head and explained, "When Brother Biao arrived, he was alone and severely injured. He was carried here by Brother Biao's senior martial brother."

"Zhang Biao's senior martial brother?"

The more Black Liu heard, the stranger the situation seemed. He had indeed heard Zhang Biao mention that he had such a senior martial brother, whose strength far surpassed his own, but his senior martial brother had been practicing martial arts deep in the mountains for years and had never gotten involved in the affairs of the Jianghu.

"That's right. Brother Biao said that if it weren't for his senior martial brother's timely rescue, Brother Biao would likely have been in grave danger today," Tie Wei nodded.

Black Liu's face turned ashen upon hearing this, and he coldly snorted, "A good-for-nothing who can't even handle a fledgling youngster, only capable of making things worse."

After speaking, Black Liu waved his hand and said, "Take me to see him."

"Brother Qin, this Black Liu's Iron Sand Palm makes him impervious to blades and guns. When you deal with him later, you must be careful; his most formidable Skill is his palm technique."

At this moment, Qin Shou had finished meditating, and his cultivation had largely recovered. As soon as Qin Shou opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Biao looking at him fawningly, trying to curry favor.

"Hmph! Is that so? That's very useful information you've provided."

Qin Shou sneered, a plan already forming in his mind.

"Is this Zhang Biao's senior martial brother? May I ask for your esteemed name, sir?"

No sooner had Qin Shou finished speaking than Black Liu, accompanied by several subordinates, strode over.

Qin Shou looked up at Black Liu. He saw a man who appeared to be in his late forties or fifties, with sharply defined eyebrows, triangular eyes, and a keen gaze. He was burly, over two meters tall, and possessed an extremely powerful aura that exuded an invisible sense of oppression.

However, Qin Shou, after all, possessed a Skill like Grasp the Overall Situation. Under its influence, even alone and on the opponent's territory, his aura was not weak in the slightest.

The moment Black Liu saw Qin Shou, his expression tightened, and he secretly marveled at the man's powerful aura, showing no sign of fear in his presence.

Seeing this, Qin Shou immediately stood up from the sofa, nodded slightly towards Black Liu, and a faint smile played on his lips as he said, "My name is Qin Shou. I have long heard of Boss Liu's great reputation, and seeing you today, it truly lives up to its name."

As he spoke, Qin Shou bowed slightly, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. While bowing, a golden needle silently shot out, heading straight for Black Liu's glabella.

"You're seeking death! I knew there was a trick. You dare to come to my territory to die."

Black Liu, being an old hand in the Jianghu, had already sensed that something was off about Qin Shou. The moment Qin Shou made his move, he also suddenly struck, his face utterly ferocious, showing no intention of dodging. He directly slapped at the golden needle Qin Shou had shot, and with the same motion, aimed a palm strike at Qin Shou's chest.

Boss Liu had practiced martial arts since childhood, and his Iron Sand Palm technique had reached a state of mastery, making him impervious to blades and guns. It could even be said that he wasn't afraid of bullets; he had once personally blocked a pistol bullet fired by an opponent with his Iron Sand Palm during a bloody battle.

However, Black Liu had underestimated Qin Shou. The very instant Black Liu met Qin Shou's golden needle with his palm, a cold smile had already appeared on Qin Shou's lips. Black Liu had fallen into his trap.

Indeed, in the next moment, the golden needle effortlessly pierced through Black Liu's palm, striking him directly in the glabella.

Black Liu's body froze in place, his palm still held in the posture of striking Qin Shou, his eyes wide with fury as he stared at Qin Shou, truly dying with unresigned eyes.

In fact, all of this had already been within Qin Shou's calculations, simply because Zhang Biao had mentioned that Black Liu was a master of Iron Sand Palm, and had built his entire empire relying on his Iron Sand Palm in his early years.

Therefore, it was clear that Black Liu would be extremely confident in his Iron Sand Palm. When the two clashed head-on, Black Liu would certainly not dodge Qin Shou's inconspicuous golden needle, but would habitually use his Iron Sand Palm to block the golden needle directly.

But what Black Liu didn't know was that Qin Shou's golden needle was an ancient magical artifact, incredibly sharp, even more potent than a bullet. It could easily pierce through even diamonds, let alone Black Liu's mere Iron Sand Palm? Qin Shou thought to himself, 'No matter how hard your Iron Sand Palm is, can it be harder than a diamond?'

A drop of blood flowed from Black Liu's glabella, and then he slowly collapsed.

"Big Brother!"

This sudden turn of events happened too quickly. It wasn't until Black Liu fell that everyone reacted. Tie Wei exclaimed, instinctively reaching for his gun.

"Don't shoot."

At that very moment, Zhang Biao suddenly roared. Several of the subordinates, hearing him, instinctively stopped, not drawing their guns.

"Hmph—!"

Qin Shou snorted coldly, and at the same time, several more golden needles shot out silently. Several individuals who had not intended to stop fell to the ground, never to rise again.

The remaining few, seeing Qin Shou silently kill several more people with such terrifying methods, were even more horrified and dared not make the slightest move.

"Put down your guns. From today onwards, I am your Big Brother. Those who don't know their place will face one word—death."

Qin Shou stood with his hands behind his back, adopting an extremely arrogant demeanor, and immediately activated his Skill, Grasp the Overall Situation.

In an instant, everyone felt Qin Shou exude an overwhelming dominance, his powerful aura pressing down on everyone present, making them unable to even speak. They all threw their guns to the ground.

Qin Shou nodded with satisfaction at the sight, then turned to Zhang Biao behind him and said indifferently, "You performed well today. I will heal your injuries later, and from now on, the White Sand Gang is yours.

But remember, I can make you the Boss of the White Sand Gang, and I can also find someone to replace you at any time. Whether you can satisfy me depends on your performance."