Chapter 478 Ladies Empowerment! Girl Tang exhibits the ability of Legs! Brother enjoys the therapeutic massage!

Tang Lifen agreed, “Very effectively, Iron Fist. You shall have your duel. Zhang Wei will signify us.”

Zhang Wei, carrying a sly grin, subtly stepped again, gently pushing Tang Lifen ahead. “I’m feeling a bit below the climate from night time’s exertions. The Scarlet Girl herself shall lead the juniors by instance right this moment!”

“!”

“Wh—”

“Evening workouts? Huh?”

“But it surely’s nonetheless night.”

A wave of murmurs and confusion swept via the gang as Tang Lifen’s face darkened with anger, her eyes narrowing sharply as she stood there, momentarily shocked.

“You—” she was on the verge of lunging in the direction of the brother, her lips parting to thank him for his reveal, however he had already slipped away, to ‘impart training’ on the juniors.

“Huh?”

In the meantime, Iron Fist, eyes widening in a mixture of anticipation and fury, watched as Zhang Wei approached him, a relaxed chuckle escaping his lips.

“So that you lastly need to struggle me? Haha, do you even know who I’m, the good Iron Fist Che—”

Boooooom!

Earlier than Iron Fist may end his grand proclamation, Zhang Wei, who had been casually strolling in the direction of him, abruptly vanished and reappeared immediately behind the place Iron Fist had simply stood.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Iron Fist’s physique was hurtling like a cannonball, smashing into the wall with a powerful crash.

Bam!

“Argh—”

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Beneath him, greater than a dozen of his subordinates have been crushed as Iron Fist’s eyes flew open in shock. He staggered to his ft, “You Mf! Sneak attac—”

Growth!

This time, a boulder hurled via the air, placing him squarely on the top, rattling him even additional.

Growth!

He halted mere ft from Iron Fist, his stature commanding, his presence overwhelming. “You thought you may masquerade as a frontrunner, inflict hurt on our folks, and face no retribution?” His voice was chilly, every syllable heavy with disdain.

“Is he actually the grasp of our mighty Iron Fist?”

“How may the Boss neglect his personal mentor so embarrassingly? Disgraceful!”

Their respect for Iron Fist appeared to deflate like a punctured balloon, leaving a cloud of disillusionment hanging above thier heads.

“Ugh!” Iron Fist gritted his tooth, his jaw clenching as if he have been attempting to chew on the fact of his state of affairs.

Eyeing the smirking determine earlier than him, he realized that any misplaced phrases would possibly simply expedite his assembly with the legendary Yama.

“Grasp… Would possibly I take my depart now?” he requested, his voice laced with a reluctant politeness that bordered on sarcasm.

Zhang Wei, clearly savoring the drama, gave a sluggish, deliberate nod.

He then turned to Tang Lifen, his tone laced with mock solemnity, “Iron Fist—You’ve forgotten your personal grasp and introduced shame upon us. From this second on, you might be unworthy to steer these males! I shall take it upon myself to supervise your ‘progress’ any more. Lifen, go and fetch some clean stamp papers.”

“…”

Tang Lifen’s eyebrows knitted collectively in a mixture of skepticism and delicate annoyance.

‘Is not this overkill?’ she mused, watching as Zhang Wei maybe aimed to personal every part right down to Iron Fist’s final sock.

Iron Fist’s face clouded over with despair; tears glistened in his eyes as he reluctantly signed the clean papers.

With a heavy sigh, he turned, exhibiting them his again marked by defeat. He shuffled away together with his crew in tow, their shoulders slumped in resignation, abandoning a smirking Zhang Wei, who gloated over the signed paperwork with glee.

The chilly effectivity of brother’s actions despatched a chill via the ladies who have been watching, but Zhang Wei nonchalantly tossed the papers towards Yin Yaqing.

Whoosh!

She caught them reflexively, her mouth nonetheless hanging open in shock from the swift and ruthless proceedings.

“Shut your mouth, a fly would possibly get in! And when you’re at it, use these to draft a contract transferring every part from Iron Fist to me,” Zhang Wei quipped with a cheeky grin, his tone gentle but undeniably commanding.

Tang Lifen, “…”

Yin Yaqing, “…”

As they watched him stroll away, his smile broad and glad, they could not assist however reinterpret this one-off occasion as maybe a daily side of his ‘skilled’ profession.

Regardless, Zhang Wei was totally happy with himself; seizing Iron Fist’s belongings had been nearly laughably straightforward.

With this tempo, he mused, his mission to dominate the underworld of Xianghui would quickly be achieved— maybe before anticipated.