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"What do you intend to do?" Tan Yuejin's eyes sparkled with interest.

The Four Poison Hall had been rooted in Vietnam for years, already the largest martial artist force in the country, and quite renowned across Southeast Asia.

If the Four Poison Hall stepped out of Vietnam, making a name for itself would not be difficult.

"Here's the plan, Master Tan. I bought a piece of land in Myanmar, you know the KK zone, right? We could set up something similar, capture people from India and Cambodia, take a little something from them, and sell it to North America. Each person could be worth a million US dollars." The fat man rubbed his hands, making Tan Yuejin even more intrigued.

In Vietnam, after establishing themselves, the Four Poison Hall could command the wind and rain underground, practically ruling with an iron fist.

With status, power, and wealth, the Four Poison Hall no longer sought big business ventures, content with their small territory in Vietnam.

Now, with a business opportunity presented, Tan Yuejin was naturally interested.

As he was about to ask more questions, a black-clad bodyguard standing by the pool suddenly took out a radio from his waist and asked, "This is the rooftop, what's going on?"

"Quick! Quickly inform Master Tan, someone has broken into the Nocturne Palace causing trouble, now heading up the staircase to the rooftop. The target is likely Master Tan!"

Upon hearing this, the black-clad bodyguard's expression became extremely serious, and he immediately shouted, "There's danger, protect Master Tan."

This statement was like a bomb, instantly igniting the entire scene.

The nearby bodyguards, initially playing cards, immediately became alert, drawing their guns and becoming highly vigilant.

Those assigned as bodyguards on the rooftop of Nocturne Palace were naturally not ordinary; they were all veterans or martial artists of the Four Poison Hall, hired by Tan Yuejin for the job.

Hearing that someone dared to break into Nocturne Palace to confront him, Tan Yuejin's eyes first showed shock, then a playful look.

How many years has it been since, after he and his three brothers fled to Vietnam from the Eastern nation and established the Four Poison Hall, had anyone dared to challenge him like this? Let alone try to take him on alone.

Such a person hadn't even been born in Vietnam yet.

"Interesting, very interesting." Tan Yuejin climbed out of the pool, a beauty immediately extending her hand to offer him a robe, which he donned before lying on a lounger by the pool, brimming with anticipation.

Meanwhile, he couldn't help but ponder who in Vietnam would have such audacity.

Bam.

A few seconds later, the stairwell door to the rooftop was kicked open, and a figure quickly burst out.

The next second, the glass sensor door leading to the rooftop's open-air pool automatically opened, and Wang Longhu saw the group of thugs and bodyguards waiting by the pool.

They were ready for action, casually waving their guns, eyes fiercely fixed on Wang Longhu. At Tan Yuejin's command, they would unhesitatingly turn Wang Longhu into a sieve.

"Ah Biao, go meet him." Seeing Wang Longhu alone and unarmed, Tan Yuejin felt a malicious glee, like watching a monkey performing.

He then nodded toward a burly man next to him, signaling him to try out a move against Wang Longhu and gauge his skills.

This Ah Biao was a martial artist of the Four Poison Hall, considered Tan Yuejin's apprentice, having trained in Black Scorpion Fist for over ten years and highly valued by Tan Yuejin.

Following his master's order, Ah Biao replied in a deep voice, twisting his wrists as he walked toward Wang Longhu.

"Master Tan, perhaps we should simply have him shot dead to prevent later troubles," the fat man said worriedly as he climbed out of the pool beside Tan Yuejin.

Dominating Zhiming City for years, Tan Yuejin, indulging in vice, faced no opposition in his daily life, nurturing an arrogant and sharp personality in this man.

Apart from the bigwigs and his few senior brothers, he looked down on everyone.

"Sit down, enjoy the show, this is too entertaining. What do you think would be the most amusing way for me to deal with this guy? Twist his arm off and toss him from the rooftop, or hand him over to those who enjoy playing with their victims?" Tan Yuejin asked with a face full of excitement.

Over there, Ah Biao, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his muscles, boldly strode toward Wang Longhu.

Despite lacking talent, having followed Tan Yuejin in martial arts for years, he was still just at the peak of Ming Jin. His full-force punch was over a thousand pounds, having set a super record of 32 consecutive victories in Vietnam's underground boxing.

As long as he didn't encounter a Dark Force martial artist, Ah Biao was essentially undefeated in Vietnam.

It was precisely because of this strength that Tan Yuejin was willing to keep him by his side, considering him for focused cultivation.

Should Ah Biao one day master Dark Force, the Four Poison Hall would gain another formidable guardian.

"Daring to create chaos at Nocturne Palace, you've chosen a poor place to seek death," Ah Biao said coldly, as he swung a punch at Wang Longhu's head as soon as he finished speaking.

The human head is extremely fragile, even a slight shake could lead to severe consequences.

This was true of an ordinary person's punch, even more so for a Ming Jin martial artist.

Throwing a punch at Wang Longhu's head, Ah Biao's eyes remained calm, without any distractions; for someone like him, who fought underground for years, killing a person was no different from slaughtering a pig.