At this time his face was colder than ice.
Seeing that after repeated knocking no one responded, he gestured to the man beside him from the corner of his eyes.
As if waiting for this signal, the man immediately let out a snicker and brandished the iron club in his hands.
If the rat wasn't willing to come out on its own, they were going to break the gate and charge in.
Just then the giant wooden gate softly creaked open, and an innocent-looking young man dressed in simple-looking robes walked out. Wang Chen looked at the four men with calm in his eyes, then in a gesture he raised his eyebrows up, asking what business these men had with him.
"How can I help you, gentlemen?"
The question was asked in a calm and composed manner. With his ample experience in dealing with people, Wang Chen didn't let even one speck of his emotion leak outside.
Blood Fang gang members didn't pay attention to Wang Chen's words at all. They just simply coldly snorted and surrounded Wang Chen from all sides, the iron clubs in their hands raised upwards.
Blood Fang members were known for their ruthlessness. They weren't going to waste their time talking—first they would break every bone in this man's body and then talk business, so that the other party knew what they were dealing with.
Wang Chen also felt their hostile intent and immediately shut his mouth. There was no point in wasting time with these people. Anyways, he wasn't interested in talking to begin with.
Next moment, the three men attacked almost at the same time. The eyes of the three members holding the clubs flashed with sinister light; one could even see a glint of enjoyment flashing in them. The iron clubs thick as an adult's arm cut through the air.
If these clubs were to hit Wang Chen's head, it would indeed burst like a watermelon.
The Blood Fang steward watching this scene showed no sign of stopping his henchmen. He could tell they were going overboard but he had no intention of stopping them at all.
If Wang Chen died, so be it.
However, just then the steward's eyes narrowed slightly. Without making a single sound, Wang Chen had somehow disappeared from his original position.
"Where did he go?"
Suddenly the steward panicked and shouted, and hurriedly looked around himself. However, no matter how he looked, he couldn't spot the figure of Wang Chen at all.
However, suddenly he stopped and looked at the three henchmen who were looking in his direction with cold sweat rolling down their foreheads.
He didn't know why, but he felt a death chill running down his spine.
Increasingly furious, he asked:
"What is it?"
His roar thundered in their ears.
With trembling hands, the three underlings raised their hands and said in a shaky voice, almost in unison:
"Behind you!"
"What behind me?" the steward repeated their words and looked behind, and there was nothing behind him.
However, if he was paying attention to his men right now, he would see their faces draining color in real time.
Wang Chen, standing behind the steward, looked at the three with a smile and asked them to keep quiet, his thoughts wandering.
These guys are very slow for qi refining cultivators, even slower than the resentment ghosts from the first floor.
After analyzing for a moment, he had a rough idea of their strength. Once he was done with that, there was no need to play any longer. At that, his lips curled upward.
However, he wasn't going to kill them—they were more useful alive than dead.
Suddenly, without him raising his lips, he curved them upwards, and an amiable expression appeared on his face.
However, this amiable smile of Wang Chen caused the three members to cry out in terror.
Wang Chen wasn't going to give them a chance to scream at all. He simply flicked his wrist and they were gone.
Just right at that moment, the Blood Fang steward also happened to look back, only to see his henchmen were gone and the youth was standing behind him with a smile.
If even now he didn't realize something was wrong, there must be something wrong with the steward's head.
Without even caring about his men's disappearance, he asked while steadily retreating:
Although he appeared calm on the surface, inwardly he was panicking. Damn it, who was it that told me today was a good day to hunt prey?
If I manage to get back safely, I am going to break their legs.
The steward was a veteran who had managed to survive in this dog-eat-dog world for so long. Immediately his mind got to work thinking of all the ways he could use to save himself.
Since he realized he couldn't fight Wang Chen directly head-on, he decided to change his strategy.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no enmity between us. I was just following Vice Head Zhang's orders. Please just spare me!"
When the steward mentioned Vice Head Zhang, his eyes had intently focused on Wang Chen's face to gauge his reaction.
However, Wang Chen's face barely changed. He didn't seem to care about this so-called Vice Zhang at all.
The steward's face turned slightly disappointed when he noticed this.
Truth be told, Wang Chen actually didn't know who Vice Head Zhang was at all, so why would he even care?
Next moment he shook his head.
He already gave this steward a chance to save himself by not directly killing him.
It appeared this steward wasn't as bright as he earlier thought. While shaking his head inwardly, he decided to be more direct.
"Everything has a price in this world..." Before Wang Chen could continue—
Just at this moment, the steward seemed to have realized something and immediately his eyes lit up.
Noticing this change, the smile on Wang Chen's face turned even deeper.
"Lead me to your place."
Wang Chen directly said with a straight face. Reality was he was really short of money. Renting this place for a month had almost drained him dry to the point he didn't have money to buy anything to eat.