107: Zhao Tianyang takes action

Old Ghost and Seventh Master exchanged glances, both seeing the solemnity in each other's reactions.

This was indeed no small matter.

But the more critical the situation, the more important it was not to panic.

"First, leave a message for the boss."

Seventh Master was the first to calm down. He walked to a corner, opened a highly concealed encrypted communicator, and quickly typed a line of information.

"The Black Market Management Office has sent people. The reason is unknown. We will make initial contact."

After sending, he put away the communicator and looked at Old Ghost and Zhao Tianyang.

"Let's go, let's go up and see."

"No matter what they want to do, we'll deal with it."

"If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, it can't be avoided."

Old Ghost also composed himself and nodded fiercely.

The boss entrusted such a huge business to them, which was a sign of his trust.

They could not tarnish the boss's prestige.

Zhao Tianyang said nothing, merely following silently behind the two. His massive physique brought a reassuring sense of oppression to the narrow underground passage.

The three hurried up the stairs and returned to the front hall of the pharmacy.

However, the scene before them instantly sent their anger soaring to their heads.

In the front hall, two men dressed in black combat attire stood before the counter.

One of them, of medium build, had a hideous scar on his face. At this moment, he was gripping a girl's hair.

It was the girl responsible for reception at the front desk.

The girl's scalp was being roughly pulled, forcing her head back. Her face was full of pain and tears, and her body trembled violently from fear.

"Damn it, are you mute? I'm asking you a question!"

The scar-faced man was visibly impatient, tightening his grip.

"I told you to make an announcement, and you've been dawdling for ages. Do you think people from our Management Office are easy to deal with?"

"Grandpa Ghost! Seventh Master!"

When the girl saw Old Ghost and his companions emerge, she cried out as if she had seen her saviors.

The scar-faced man finally let go, pushing the girl aside with a look of disgust.

The girl staggered, almost falling to the ground.

The scar-faced man turned his head to look at Old Ghost and Seventh Master who had emerged. There was no apology on his face; instead, a mocking smile appeared.

"Well, well, the two busy men have finally come out."

"If you hadn't come out sooner, I would've had to properly discipline this ill-mannered employee for you."

He pointed to the girl cowering and trembling in the corner, acting as if it were perfectly natural.

"No need to thank me."

The other man, who had remained silent, simply stood by, arms crossed, observing with cold eyes.

Old Ghost's fists instantly clenched.

Seventh Master's face also lost all its composure.

This was going too far!

This wasn't just a show of force; it was blatant humiliation!

It was like grinding the Old Ghost Hall's face into the dirt!

However, before they could speak,

A burly figure had already stepped out from behind them.

It was Zhao Tianyang.

This young man, who had just awakened and whose thoughts were still very simple, had a very straightforward logic.

Our people are being bullied.

Unacceptable.

"Let go of her."

Zhao Tianyang's voice was muffled but carried an undeniable sense of command.

His tall stature directly blocked the space between the scar-faced man and the girl, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the scar-faced man.

The scar-faced man paused, then reacted as if he had heard the greatest joke.

"Huh? Kid, who are you? Do you have a right to speak here?"

He scrutinized Zhao Tianyang, sensing the raw, violent aura that had not yet been fully reined in, and a hint of disdain appeared on his face.

"Just a newly awakened brat, aren't you? Have you even fully matured yet, daring to play the hero saving the beauty?"

"Is it your turn to speak here?"

As he spoke, he reached out to push Zhao Tianyang away.

However, as soon as his palm touched Zhao Tianyang's chest, it was like pushing against an unmoving mountain.

Zhao Tianyang did not budge an inch.

Instead, the scar-faced man himself felt a jolt of numbness in his wrist from the recoil.

"Hmm?"

The scar-faced man's smile finally vanished.

He realized that this big guy in front of him was not as simple as he had thought.

"Kid, are you asking for trouble?"

His expression darkened, and a fierce aura erupted from him.

"I'll say it one last time, get out!"

This time, he didn't push.

He formed his fingers into a claw, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind, and directly aimed for Zhao Tianyang's shoulder!

This claw strike was powerful enough to easily crush steel plates!

Old Ghost and Seventh Master's hearts leaped into their throats.

They knew Zhao Tianyang was strong, but the opponent was Chen Ao's top enforcer, a ruthless character who had climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Tianyang had just awakened, and his combat experience was almost zero. What if he suffered a loss... However, Zhao Tianyang's reaction was quicker and more direct than they had imagined.

Facing that ferocious claw, he didn't even look.

He simply extended his own large, fan-like hand, moving faster than the other, and grabbed the scar-faced man's wrist.

As dark red patterns flowed, Zhao Tianyang's entire demeanor seemed to become even more violent.

"Crack!"

A soft sound.

The scar-faced man's movement came to an abrupt halt.

His wrist was firmly clamped by Zhao Tianyang, unable to move.

"You!"

Shock appeared on the scar-faced man's face for the first time.

He tried to break free, but found that the other's hand was like the strongest alloy shackles. No matter how he exerted his strength, he couldn't budge it an inch.

A piercing pain shot from his wrist.

He could feel his wrist bone groaning under the terrifying grip of the other.

How was this possible!

This brat's strength... was actually superior to his own?!

"You're asking to die!"

The scar-faced man was completely enraged. He clenched his other hand into a fist and fiercely slammed it towards Zhao Tianyang's face!

Zhao Tianyang was expressionless. He twisted and pulled the hand gripping the scar-faced man's wrist!

"Ah!"

The scar-faced man let out a scream. He lost his balance and was forcibly dragged forward by an immense force, his entire arm dislocating.

The fist aimed at Zhao Tianyang's face also went astray, narrowly missing his ear.

Zhao Tianyang raised his knee, preparing to thrust it upwards.

If this knee strike connected, the scar-faced man would likely spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

"Tianyang, come back!"

At the crucial moment, Seventh Master commanded in a deep voice.

Zhao Tianyang's movement stopped abruptly, less than an inch from the scar-faced man's lower abdomen.

He looked back at Seventh Master with some confusion.

But out of trust for Seventh Master, he still released his grip, pulling the terrified girl behind him, and then retreated to Old Ghost and Seventh Master's side.

He knew that Old Ghost and Seventh Master had more experience with such matters than he did.

He should listen to them.

The scar-faced man clutched his almost broken wrist, stumbling back several steps before he could barely stand firm.

The disdain and mockery he had shown towards Zhao Tianyang earlier were completely gone from his reaction.

Instead, there was deep apprehension and a hint of disbelief.