OFR – Chapter 245 Return

“How is he still alive?”

Dacai looked at the boy below, a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

He knew the strength of his two top enforcers—maybe not masters on the Chinese master rankings, but absolutely formidable experts. Even internationally, mercenaries like them had killed countless enemies. Even Chinese masters would need a lot of time to deal with these two.

Yet now, these two top enforcers were like dead dogs in the boy’s hands, powerless to resist.

As Dacai was shocked, and the boy looked him straight in the eye,

for some reason, he felt an unprecedented oppressive aura enveloping him!

Then the boy’s figure blurred in his vision, becoming an indistinct shadow!

Suddenly, with a terrifying near-supersonic speed, the shadow dashed toward him before he could react.

At that moment, Dacai had no time to flee or fight back. His heartbeat accelerated wildly, his vision darkening…

But after all, Dacai had been rooted in the chaotic Golden Triangle region for many years, weathered countless storms. Even with uncontrollable panic deep inside,

he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay calm.

His dozen or so close bodyguards tightly surrounded him for protection.

However, before the shadow, those dozen bodyguards were as fragile as paper; their formation instantly shattered.

Several in the front were knocked flying over ten meters, blood splattering as they flew through the air.

Soon, the shadow leapt to a forty-plus-meter tall building, stopping after disrupting the guards’ formation, slowly revealing a slender figure!

Mu Bai’s delicate face, illuminated by sunlight, reappeared before everyone.

As his figure showed, the dozen or so guards who had been tossed into the air crashed to the ground.

This demonstrated how terrifyingly fast Mu Bai had just moved.

At this moment, Mu Bai casually threw the two half-dead men down in front of Dacai.

He knew these two were the ones Dacai had sent to kill him, but he showed no sign of anger.

He simply watched calmly, staring at the two in front of him.

Then Mu Bai stepped up to Dacai, reached out, and removed the masks from the two men’s faces.

He recognized one as Dacai himself, but surprisingly, the other was the Australian tycoon who had been arguing with him at the exchange meeting.

Ordinarily, such a tycoon shouldn’t be so desperate as to kill and loot alongside Dacai.

Mu Bai just glanced briefly at Claire–Chen Ermo trembling in fear next to Dacai, then withdrew his gaze.

He said nothing to the frightened man, nor did he bother to speculate on the purpose of their alliance.

Because in the face of absolute strength, there was no need to understand too much.

Mu Bai’s gaze returned to Dacai, the drug lord ruling the Golden Triangle region.

At the airport, everyone’s attention was now on Mu Bai.

Many believed this was a premeditated, organized assassination attempt.

The airport staff and waiting passengers outside had already silently mourned the few Chinese guests.

At first, the events had unfolded that way.

But with this widely watched boy’s arrival, everything changed.

The overwhelming physical power Mu Bai displayed shocked everyone, including Yun Zhongfeng beside Nalan Yunshao.

He looked up at the boy calmly standing on the tall building, suddenly feeling that even top twenty masters on the rankings—the elusive dragon-like experts—probably wouldn’t be much stronger.

A phrase flashed through his mind, which Yun Zhongfeng felt perfectly described the boy:

“Among ten thousand soldiers, taking a general’s head is as easy as reaching into a bag!”

Meanwhile, Nalan Yunshao finally resolved a mystery in his heart.

Why Mu Bai, such a wealthy figure, attended a chaotic foreign exchange meeting without even a single bodyguard.

Now he knew why.

It wasn’t that Mu Bai couldn’t find master-level experts to protect him, but because this boy, younger than himself, was strong enough not to need any protection.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Mu Bai on the tall building lightly extended his blood-stained hands, calmly and naturally wiping them on Dacai’s expensive coat collar.

Then he looked up and said directly to Dacai:

“I heard… you want to kill me?”

There was no trace of arrogance, no killing intent, no threat—just a casual question like asking an old friend.

Yet this question instantly drained Dacai’s face of color.

Dacai never imagined he would lose his life on his own turf for selfish reasons.

Beside him, the trembling Claire–Chen Ermo had completely lost his so-called courage, boldness, and fierceness the moment Mu Bai appeared on the rooftop and removed his mask.

He finally understood how right his father was.

Never provoke the real powerful Chinese tycoons, because once they get angry and bare their fangs, they become ferocious beasts that won’t even give you a chance to kneel and beg.

He finally got it—but it seemed too late.

At around six in the evening, the sunset in the west gradually faded, the moon faintly appeared, and night began to fall.

In the night, Mu Bai’s proud and upright slender figure became an unforgettable memory for everyone present.

Two hours later, after eight at night, Mu Bai, Nalan Yunshao, and the others boarded the return flight.

The plane was naturally still a luxury suite.

In the comfortable suite, Mu Bai quietly leaned back in the soft seat and closed his eyes to rest.

As for what happened in those two hours and the fate of Dacai and Claire–Chen Ermo, Nalan Yunshao and the others remained silent.

In the quiet night, the plane flew steadily.

This trip to the Lao Yue dealer exchange meeting was fruitful: Nalan Yunshao and Dongfang Jing bought the items they needed, and Mu Bai collected many rare flora and fauna—an unquestionably worthwhile trip.

In the deep night, some very beautiful flight attendants quietly brewed cups of refreshing hot tea for the important passengers in the luxury suite.