He Shen's mind went blank; that indifferent gaze that regards all life as mere grass was a nightmare he could never escape, a fear that made him shiver awake from his dreams at midnight.

However, what he never expected was to see that soul-shattering gaze once again…

"Bang! Bang!"

After two almost simultaneous loud noises, the crowd fleeing in all directions was shocked into speechlessness.

The first noise was caused by He Shen dropping the tray he was holding after being overly frightened.

The second noise, unsurprisingly, was the sound of a collision.

After the impact, the front of Xiao Tian's car tilted to the side, spinning in place a few times, leaving black tire marks, and the front bumper caved inward.

He Shen, who was sent flying by the collision, flipped a few times in the air before finally landing in free fall on a roof more than a dozen meters away, spewing a mouthful of dark blood, clearly having injured his internal organs.

Xiao Tian opened the car door and hurriedly ran toward Lin Bingxuan, who just managed to free her hands from the ropes.

Seeing the swollen red marks left by the ropes, anger flared up in Xiao Tian's eyes instantly.

Lin Bingxuan quickly said, "We should leave first..."

But before they could move, He Shen, who had been sent flying, was back on his feet, with a solemn expression, and stepped in front of Xiao Tian.

"Thunk!"

With a crisp sound, He Shen fell to his knees, begging for mercy, his gaze fixed on... Xiao Tian?!

Lin Bingxuan looked incredulously at the still-furious Xiao Tian behind her and then at the pleading He Shen on the ground, feeling as if her brain had stopped working.

Distracted by the scene, Xiao Tian's anger momentarily subsided, not because he was no longer angry, but because he couldn't immediately recall who this person kneeling before him was.

After a moment, Xiao Tian finally remembered that he had indeed met He Shen before, almost at the same time as Golden Rattan, in a place known as the City of Sin, a haven for criminals, where He Shen was somewhat notorious!

Back then, Xiao Tian was tricked by He Shen into an underground casino, and after seeing through the cheating tricks, Xiao Tian turned the tables and won big, bagging nearly eighty million US Dollars in one night.

The chips before him were almost enough to bury him alive, and the casino owner, having lost everything, conspired with He Shen to accuse him of cheating and gathered nearly a thousand people to chase him down.

However, by the second half of the night, all the nearly thousand people were wiped out, none injured, all dead.

Unable to pay, He Shen and the casino owner each signed an IOU for forty million for him.

Of course, Xiao Tian didn't intend to really claim it back, but since then, he became synonymous with death in He Shen's eyes.

Being able to reverse kill all in an encirclement of over a hundred top-level experts and several times more second-tier experts, such a demon was feared by everyone!

Moreover, Xiao Tian's indifferent gaze when he killed became a permanent nightmare for He Shen!

Xiao Tian sneered, looking disdainfully at the kneeling He Shen: "Are you planning to pay me that forty million US Dollars?"

He Shen's body shivered: "Please spare me! If I had known this lady was your person, I wouldn't have dared lay a finger on her!"

"Heh!" Xiao Tian looked at He Shen disdainfully, "It seems you've forgotten who I am!"

Upon hearing this, He Shen trembled even more violently, then gritted his teeth: "As long as you spare us, anything you say goes, just please spare my life!"

Tenderly placing Lin Bingxuan's hand in front of him, Xiao Tian softly blew on her swollen wrist, saying gently, "I'll apply some medicine later, wait for me, okay?"

Lin Bingxuan's face showed worry, but seeing his solemn face and gentle eyes, she nodded and stepped aside without protest.

Seeing this, He Shen became even more anxious, fearing that the murderous god in front of him would wipe them all out in a fit of anger.

Just then, over fifty underlings snapped out of their shock, becoming even more terrified after seeing He Shen kneeling on the ground.

Anyone with eyes could tell that the "Lord He," disheveled and blood-stained, was extremely fearful, even terrified, of the handsome man before him.

Though not understanding why, most chose silence, standing still without a word.

However, in a crowd, there are always some who lack sense, seeing it as a great opportunity to prove their loyalty, even at the risk of being harmed, eager to show off in front of the boss.

A young punk, with multi-colored hair, looking no more than in his teens, picked up a broken beer bottle and swore at Xiao Tian: "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to our boss like that!"

With that, everyone was stunned!

This wasn't just a case of the young not fearing the tiger; it was sheer stupidity.

"Lord He, seems like you've been regressing!" Xiao Tian sarcastically remarked, causing sweat to quickly cover He Shen's forehead.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap left the young man's head buzzing, puzzled why his loyalty earned this kind of treatment.

"You damn fool, you trying to get us all killed?" He Shen shouted angrily, crawling back to Xiao Tian's feet, ready to be butchered without complaint.

Looking at Lin Bingxuan's wrist, Xiao Tian coldly said: "I'll give you a chance, break one hand and scram."

He Shen's face turned pale instantly, and as Xiao Tian's words reached the fifty-odd other thugs, anger rose among them.

Why should we lose a hand for a mere word?

"You bastard, you're courting death!"

A fierce-looking thug stepped forward, followed by seven or eight others with angry faces, quickly forming a seemingly imposing squad, baring their teeth at Xiao Tian.

"Brothers, let's go, kill that pretty boy!"

This slogan rallied the crowd, and soon a chorus of angry yells filled the air as the punks charged at him, ready to fight to the death.

Cold sweat poured down He Shen's forehead once more, lacking the courage to even look at Xiao Tian, and in extreme fear, he could no longer hold back.

However, his outburst wasn't directed at Xiao Tian but at the very underlings he relied on to survive.

"Slap slap slap slap slap..."

A series of crisp slaps echoed like a torrential downpour, dense yet clear across the scene.