Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 310

“So he’s an amazing martial arts genius …”

The beautiful woman nodded. Her expression eased a little.

Her tone changed naturally. It was as if the person who had just smashed the rockery to attack the man was not her at all.

“Then you go and kill him.”

The beautiful woman waved her hand and said with a casual expression.

She was clearly grieving and angry a second ago. But the next second, she was as calm as the clouds and as light as the wind. Her moods were unpredictable.

“I’m afraid not …” The man in the black suit shook his head. “Master Lian was killed during an official martial arts challenge. He can’t blame anyone for being inferior. If we seek revenge, we will definitely be criticized. It will damage the dignity of a Martial Sage …”

“Then my brother died for nothing?! Did he die for nothing?!”

The woman’s expression suddenly changed. She screamed hysterically as if she had gone mad.

A large amount of Gang Qi erupted from her body. She used both her hands and feet to madly bombard everything around her that could be attacked.

The man in the black suit just watched quietly. It was as if he was already used to this. Only when the entire courtyard turned into a mess did the woman slowly stop.

“You’re not going to help me …” The woman’s chest heaved up and down violently. She looked at the man and sneered. “You really think I can’t do anything without him? What can I do if I don’t use the power of the Extreme Dao Martial Arts Academy?!”

The woman gritted her teeth. It was unknown whether she was saying this to the man or herself.

She lowered her head and looked around for something. Her white and smooth soles stepped on the black and gray gravel, presenting a different kind of beauty.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to think of something. She looked up at the man in the black suit in front of her.

“Help me contact Lian Jibei’s son …”

The woman ordered coldly. “Tell him to hurry back and collect his father’s body.”

“Yes, madam.”

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The man in the black suit nodded and turned to leave.

…

“This is the place.”

Through the window of the taxi, Lu Sheng saw the words “Dingsheng Tianshang Entertainment Club” flashing neon lights. He turned his head and called the driver.

“Sir, let’s stop here.”

“Fifty.”

The taxi driver gave Lu Sheng the change and laughed. “Young man, you’re here to play in the afternoon …”

Lu Sheng got out of the car and laughed. “What are you talking about? Do I have to pick a time to play?”

“That’s true. Haha … it’s good to be young.”

The taxi driver laughed and stepped on the gas pedal.

Lu Sheng turned his head and looked calmly at the entrance of the entertainment club in front of him.

The afternoon sun shone on his body and cast a shadow under his feet.

Soon, the shadow disappeared.

Lu Sheng melted into the air like a bubble. The sun shone down without any hindrance.

“Young Master Lian!”

A young man in a gray shirt rushed into the room.

Inside the room, seven or eight women in revealing clothes and heavy makeup stood at the side.

Some were smoking. Others were watching the lyrics on the TV screen with a numb expression.

The smell of alcohol was permeating.

“Young Master Lian!”

The young man in the gray shirt held a mobile phone in his hand. He took two steps forward and hurriedly said to a man half buried in the sofa.

“A call for you.”

The man sitting on the sofa raised his head.

He was about 30 years old with short hair and a tattoo on his neck. He wasn’t good-looking. At this time, his expression was a bit absent-minded.

“That female student from the Third High School, you caught her?”

The young man in the gray shirt tightly covered the phone. He leaned close to the man’s ear and whispered: “It’s Madam Su calling.”

Whoosh!

Lian Ye instantly sobered up. His eyes regained clarity.

“Get out, all of you get out!”

He rudely drove the women around him away.

Soon, the entire room was emptied. Only the young man in the gray shirt, Lian Ye, and a man quietly sitting in the corner of the room, slowly drinking from a glass of wine in his hand.

“Quick, give me the phone.”

Lian Ye dipped his hand into the ice bucket on the table and wiped his face. Then he quickly said to the young man in the gray shirt.

The young man in the gray shirt respectfully handed over the phone.

Lian Ye gave him a look. He tactfully turned around and walked out of the room.

Behind him, Lian Ye’s enthusiastic and fawning voice came: “Uncle Zhuang, is Aunt Su looking for me?”

The young man in the gray shirt carefully closed the door and walked along the corridor to the lounge.

When he passed by the bathroom, the young man in the gray shirt thought for a moment and walked in …

“What?!”

Lian Ye stood up from his seat. His eyes were wide open. His face was full of extreme shock and disbelief.

The man sitting in the corner with a glass of wine also raised his head. His eyes flashed with a bit of surprise.

A few seconds later, Lian Ye put down his phone in a daze. He stared blankly at the man in the corner and said: “My father is dead …”

Crack —

The wine glass in the man’s hand shattered. The red wine spilled all over the floor.

The man stood up. An invisible aura spread out. The atmosphere in the room instantly became oppressive.

“Who killed Master Lian?”

He looked shocked. His eyes were full of disbelief.

Lian Ye shook his head. “I don’t know, but she told me to go back quickly.”

“Then let’s go.”

The man didn’t talk nonsense. He grabbed Lian Ye and walked out of the room.

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside with a creak.

A tall and straight, handsome and bright young man strode in.

“Who is Lian Ye?”

He looked at the two people with a natural expression. His eyes were very clear. It was as if he had come in to ask for directions.

“Who are you?” The man holding Lian Ye stared at him with an unfriendly gaze and asked loudly.

The young man ignored him. His eyes locked on Lian Ye in the man’s hand. His eyes suddenly lit up.

“It’s you.”

The young man reached out to grab Lian Ye. His posture was casual as he spoke.

“Lian Ye, your father, Lian Jibei, is looking for you. He asked me to send you to see him.”

The face of the man who was holding Lian Ye changed abruptly. He was filled with hostility. His aura surged and he suddenly took a step forward.

“You’re courting death!”