After glancing around to make sure there was no ambush, Brian Foster finally relaxed.

Looking at Ethan Clark, who looked somewhat ridiculous in a No.1 High School uniform, he laughed and said, “Kid, don’t be nervous. Where’s the stuff?”

George Baker’s gaze immediately landed on a dust-covered box. “He went to Tiandao Sword Sect and brought back this box.”

Seeing this, Ethan Clark hurried forward to guard the box, warily saying, “Where’s the money? Transfer it. The Tiandao Sword Sect occupies nearly 1,500 square meters in the city center. Fifty million to buy it—you’re definitely not losing out.”

“Fifty million? You’re overestimating your Tiandao Sword Sect.”

Brian Foster chuckled lightly. “In my opinion, the Tiandao Sword Sect is worth at most ten million.”

“Impossible!”

Ethan Clark reacted instantly. “We agreed on fifty million. Are you trying to go back on your word?”

“Heh… Who promised you fifty million?”

Brian Foster clasped his hands behind his back, fully in control. “Now, even that ten million isn’t necessary.”

“You—”

Ethan Clark was about to say more.

“Idiot!”

William Harris made his move.

He struck as if no one else was present.

One moment, he was standing beside Brian Foster; the next, he pushed off with his feet, pouncing like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, launching a crushing punch from the side. The ferocity of it made Ethan Clark’s pupils contract sharply.

Instinctively, he brought his sword across his body.

“Bang!”

The sword vibrated.

Under the tremendous force, he was knocked back several steps, slamming hard into the wall.

Taking advantage of the moment, George Baker stepped forward and deftly scooped up the box, which looked like it hadn’t been touched in over a decade.

“You… cough, cough…”

Ethan Clark looked at Brian Foster. “You don’t have the key. You can’t open the box…”

“Heh… What a child, so naive.”

Brian Foster sneered, stepped forward, and brought his palm down on the obviously wooden box.

“Crack!”

Wood splinters flew.

The box shattered instantly.

As the box broke open, the dust covering it billowed out, making the cramped private room feel even more suffocating.

Brian Foster waved his hand to clear the dust. Soon, his attention was drawn to the stack of documents inside the box.

Immediately, Brian Foster’s breathing grew rapid.

“Andrew Cooper.”

He handed the documents to his third disciple at once.

Andrew Cooper took the documents and quickly flipped through them.

William Harris frowned at the stuffy, foul-smelling room and wanted to suggest they leave.

But considering what they were doing couldn’t be seen in public, and with so many people outside in the internet café, if word got out, it would be bad for Longquan Sect’s reputation, so he kept quiet.

It was just a bit of dust and a bad smell.

After a while.

Andrew Cooper nodded. “The Tiandao Sword Sect certification is genuine.”

“Good! Good!”

Brian Foster’s face lit up as he reached for another document.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

The strange smell in the room…

“Something’s wrong!”

Brian Foster snapped to attention.

The next instant, sword light flashed.

Leaning against the wall, Ethan Clark suddenly drew his sword.

The blade was icy cold, glinting under the light like a sudden flash of cold steel.

Precise and swift!

“Are you looking to die?!”

Brian Foster growled, striking out like lightning, precisely knocking aside Ethan Clark’s thrust.

But just as he was about to counterattack, dizziness, weakness, and drowsiness hit him all at once.

“There’s knockout gas!”

“You… you poisoned us!?”

“Quick, open the door… get some air…”

A disciple staggered, trying to turn back and open the door.

“Click.”

It sounded like the door had been locked.

Ethan Clark had chosen this internet café for two reasons: the heavy smell of smoke, and the sturdy, thick door of this private room. He had even specially replaced it with an auto-locking electronic lock.

That disciple, weak and exhausted, struggled to push the door, but after a moment, he couldn’t even stand upright and slid to the floor.

“No… no…”

“Now…”

The panic on Ethan Clark’s face vanished.

He looked at Brian Foster.

Sword in hand, he advanced to kill.

“Bastard!”

Brian Foster summoned his energy and blood, his face flushing red. With his right hand, he fiercely jabbed at the sword Ethan Clark thrust toward him.

At that moment, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed, accompanied by a series of constantly flashing, multicolored lights.

Disco mode.

Ethan Clark hadn’t turned on the speakers.

But the flashing disco lights made the dizzy, weak, and drowsy Brian Foster’s vision blur, and his originally precise jab at Ethan Clark’s sword missed completely.

“Slash!”

Blood splattered.

Something seemed to fly off.

That was…

Brian Foster shuddered violently. “My hand!?”

Half his wrist was sliced clean off.

The intense pain jolted Brian Foster’s nerves.

“Animal!”

Brian Foster roared, his energy and blood surging. With his last bit of strength, he formed a fist with his left hand and, with explosive force, punched fiercely at Ethan Clark’s heart.

Ethan Clark didn’t dodge.

The gap in strength between him and Brian Foster was too great!

Even with Brian Foster poisoned, there was still only one way for him to kill him!