“Screw you!”

Launching himself off the ground, while raising his greatsword over his head, Zhang Yong closes the gap between Long Hua and himself.

“…”

Continuing to direct a frigid gaze at Zhang Yong, Long Hua steps to the side—just barely avoiding the former’s cleave.

And as soon as Zhang Yong hits the ground in a crouching posture, Long Hua reaches his hand towards the former’s head, and—

“…”

“…?!”

Grabbing onto one of the backwards flowing horns of their helmet, Long Hua lifts Zhang Yong off the ground—prior to tossing them forward!

Bouncing off the ground twice, and landing onto his back, Zhang Yong—who has yet to catch up to the situation, widens his eyes beneath his helmet.

“…”

Walking over to Zhang Yong’s side, Long Hua says—

“I asked you…”

Raising his right foot, and looming it over Zhang Yong’s face, Long Hua continues to ask—

“Is my name something that you can so casually call?”

“You…-!”

*Boom! Kakaka!* without waiting for Zhang Yong to answer, Long Hua stomps his foot down with enough force to cause cracks to form on the ground, as blood and head bits fly!

“…”

Taking two steps back, Long Hua waits for Zhang Yong to regenerate his crushed head.

In the same instance, the others emerge from the restaurant—focusing their attention on the confrontation with varying emotions.

Momentarily, Zhang Yong’s head reforms, along with his helmet, and—

“L-Long Hua, you…-!”

Unable to accept the fact that he was “killed” just now, Zhang Yong attempts to rise off the ground; however—

“I’ll ask you again, is my name something that you can so casually call?”

Pressing his right foot down on the center of Zhang Yong’s chest, Long Hua repeats his previous question.

“…”

“…”

If looks could kill, then Zhang Yong from a bystander’s viewpoint would have surely died more than a hundred times by now.

Hearing no reply from Zhang Yong, Long Hua narrows his eyes, and remarks—

“Still feeling rebellious, are you? Then…”

*Boom!*

“Ugh…!”

With his chest punctured through by Long Hua’s foot, Zhang Yong dies again.

“Hmm.”

Observing the situation, and noticing something odd about the gleam in Long Hua’s eyes, Mo-laoban sinks into thought.

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As seconds go by, the gaping hole in Zhang Yong’s chest is mended—allowing him to draw breath again.

“…”

Not going to bother repeating his question, Long Hua simply presses his foot onto Zhang Yong’s chest, while killing intent emanates from his eyes.

“Uh…”

Facing the killing intent in Long Hua’s eyes, Zhang Yong feels as if there are numerous serpents coiling their bodies around his limbs—preventing him from moving a single inch.

(I really am curious as to how many deaths it would take to truly kill him.)

Just as the thought of killing Zhang Yong continuously crosses Long Hua’s mind—

“L-Long Hua, stop…!”

Mustering her courage to take a few steps forward, Hui’er looks towards the person—who shares the same face, voice, and name as her childhood friend, with a hint of dread in her eyes.

As far back as Hui’er can recall, the “Long Hua” that she knew wasn’t someone who would act so violently. He would merely smile his miseries away awkwardly—regardless of how harsh, or laughable his own circumstances may have been.

“…”

Keeping his right foot pressed down on Zhang Yong’s chest, Long Hua turns his cold gaze towards Hui’er, and asks—

“Crazy-in-the-head, who the hell are you?”

“…! I-I…”

Not having expected this reply, Hui’er is a bit lost as to how she should answer.

Eventually—

“I’m… Hui’er.”

“…”

As soon as Hui’er had introduced herself, she noticed something different about the Long Hua in front of her compared to the “Long Hua” that she knew.

Within Hui’er’s memories, the “Long Hua” in it had dark-colored eyes, but the Long Hua, who is currently in front of her, he has azure-colored eyes.

“…”

Turning his gaze away from Hui’er, as if he had lost all interest, Long Hua says—

“Don’t know you.”

Returning his glare onto Zhang Yong, Long Hua adds—

“I also don’t know who the hell you are. I just know, you’ve successfully pissed me off.”

“…!”

In response to these words, Zhang Yong’s complexion turns pale. If this Long Hua doesn’t know Hui’er, then the chances of them having gotten the wrong person are extremely high.

“Surnamed Long!”

Moving towards Long Hua, Wang Yongning is just about to continue shouting something; however—

“Surnamed Wang, not another step forward.”

Blocking Wang Yongning off with his Relic, Ye Chen stands to the side, to which, the former shouts—

“Surnamed Ye, you-!”

“This is their personal matter, there’s no place for you to butt in.”

“They’re both my subordinates, dammit!”

“Oh? Then I got a reason to butt in myself. Surnamed Long is a person of my office!”

As Wang Yongning’s expression darkens, he turns to Shao Tianming, who says—

“Sorry, a bit… Busy over here.”

Replying to Wang Yongning with an awkward tone, Shao Tianming’s attention is drawn to the three military men.

Yang Ning and Liang Jin He—who are both glaring at him, and seem ready to fight aside, Shao Tianming’s attention is focused on Zhou Chen, who is currently giving off an invisible air of pressure, while looking at the situation between Long Hua and Zhang Yong.

Unbothered by the tense atmosphere, a restaurant worker walks over to Shao Tianming’s side to present an item to him, while saying—

“Your purchase for today.”

“…Thanks.”

Receiving a folder containing all the necessary documents to prove his excavation rights over a ruin, Shao Tianming awkwardly thanks the worker—without taking his eyes off Zhou Chen.

(This old man… He feels similar to the hall master.)

Having only seen the Ashen River Hall’s hall master from a distance away, Shao Tianming isn’t able to say for certain what the similarities are.

………

“…”

Reaching down, Long Hua tears the front portion of Zhang Yong’s helmet off with his bare hand, and crushes the metal with the ease of crumbling parchment paper.

“Those who provoke my fury are given two options most of the time.”

Taking his foot off Zhang Yong’s chest, and picking the former up by the horn of their helmet, Long Hua continues to say—

“One, they have their face rubbed against the ground.”

*Boom!* forming a fist with his right hand, Long Hua strikes Zhang Yong in the face.

“Two, being beaten to death.”

*Boom!* striking at Zhang Yong’s face again, Long Hua adds—

“You may think I’m being unreasonable. But…”

*Boom!* hearing this, while Zhang Yong receives another hit to the face, the onlookers all had the same thought in mind—

(Well, no shit!)

(Who the hell would think you’re being reasonable?!)

As the gleam in his eyes harshens, Long Hua says—

“Personally, I think I’m being perfectly reasonable…”

*Boom!* as another punch—one of heavier weight, lands onto Zhang Yong’s face, everyone looks on with discomfort, as teeth and blood flies through the air.

“Because…”

Tightening his grip on the helmet’s horn—

“I’m the one with the bigger fist!”

*Boom! Boom! Boom!* Long Hua strikes Zhang Yong repeatedly, while continuing to shout—

“Because my fist is the one that is harder! Because “my” definition of reasonability, says I am!”

*Boom! Boom! Boom!* amidst this vicious beating, Zhang Yong drops his weapon.

“Eat shit for thinking that you can just call me by name! Eat shit for thinking you can get away with glaring at me wrong, asshole!”

*Boom! Boom! Boom!* as Zhang Yong is being beaten beyond recognition, the Tai Xuan Emperor thought—

(Didn’t Dao He Tian Xue say something similar to this in the past? Isn’t he just ripping off his shizun’s lines?)