CHAPTER 1619: CHAPTER 1620: THE TYPHOON ARRIVES

"Boss, could this be a trap?"

Ghost Blade frowned and asked.

"Do you think this trap would work on me?"

Xiao Chen said calmly, "We’ve stayed on Taiwan Island long enough. It’s time to leave, we need to wrap this up quickly."

"Yes!"

Ghost Blade nodded.

"If you’re still worried, let Li Shibing and his men wait outside Mawang Island.

This trip to Mawang Island might be very interesting!"

Xiao Chen laughed.

He was really looking forward to seeing if the King of Hades would show up.

If he does, that would be great, I can finally settle this matter completely.

"Let’s go later, give them a little time to set up their traps."

Xiao Chen smiled; he was in a good mood today.

The Xiao Alliance had already found the third medicinal ingredient.

And it had been sent to Longcheng.

Which means he only needed one more ingredient to complete everything.

The time was running out, but he was still confident. If he couldn’t get those four medicinal ingredients with his abilities, then there probably wasn’t anyone in the world who could find them.

"Xiao Chen, are you not going out today?"

Liu Xin, Xiao Yulan and Liu Yazhi were ready to go out.

"No, there’s a gathering tonight. I need to rest well. You guys have fun, buy whatever you like, don’t worry about the money."

Xiao Chen laughed.

"Then I won’t hold back, brother!"

Xiao Yulan was excited.

"Look at you, you’re already a billionaire, yet still eyeing my money. Just take care of Yazhi.

A three-year-old girl is the easiest to lose track of."

Xiao Chen reminded.

"Don’t worry, brother, we’re off!"

"Bye, Dad!"

Lin Yazhi, stating she was three, but it was just nominal age, according to Dragon Country’s custom, not yet old enough for kindergarten.

That would have to wait until September this year.

"Goodbye, little Yazhi!"

Xiao Chen truly liked this little daughter.

So obedient, so considerate.

Just like a little cotton-padded jacket for her father.

Though not biological, having a daughter like this wasn’t bad at all.

Liu Xin and others left.

On the other hand, Ao Bing also received a reply.

"Very well, tonight, this place will be their place of death!"

Ao Bing had witnessed the prowess of Ghost Blade, but this time he was fully prepared.

He hired ten top-tier masters at a high cost, all famous Jianghu heroes from Taiwan Island.

True masters, not like Ao Hu.

These ten people usually secluded themselves for cultivation, indifferent to worldly matters.

Yet even such people still needed money.

Without money, many things couldn’t be accomplished.

So they accepted Ao Bing’s invitation.

However, they had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they were about to face.

Nor were they aware of their outcome.

Ao Bing certainly did not know either.

He thought he was fully prepared; Xiao Chen was fatefully unable to escape death today.

"Is everything arranged?"

Ao Bing asked.

"Rest assured, Master Ao, this place will be Hell today, Xiao Chen’s Hell, even if he has three heads and six arms it won’t save him!"

His subordinate said confidently.

"Hmm! Very good!"

As long as Xiao Chen is dead, no one will dare to meddle anymore. From now on, the tourism industry in Taiwan Island will restore to its former glory.

Eventually, that Xinmeng Travel Company will also return under his control.

Thinking about it, these are truly wonderful things.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a huge noise came from outside.

Startling Ao Bing, he jumped to his feet.

"What happened?"

Now Ao Bing was a startled rabbit, thinking Xiao Chen had already come to find him.

"Go out and see!"

Ao Bing told his subordinate.

"Yes!"

The person went out and then flew back in.

Their body slammed onto the ground like a cannonball.

It was over for them.

Ao Bing looked outside in fear.

Who entered was not Xiao Chen.

But —

"Prince Ma!"

Ao Bing knelt with a thud, never expecting that the Prince Ma, believed to be dead, would possibly appear again as Prince Ma.

He suddenly recalled the words from Prince Ma before he died.

Claiming to be a substitute.

Back then, Ao Bing did not believe it.

But now it seems, it might all be true.

But no, could it be that fifteen years ago, he was following a substitute and not the real Prince Ma?

He was completely bewildered!

Prince Ma walked in without even glancing at Ao Bing, instead sitting on his Cold Jade Throne.

He smiled lightly and said, "Ao Bing, you’ve got some patience, fifteen years and you finally erupt, I thought you’d forgotten how I toyed with your girlfriend to death!"

"You! You are really Prince Ma!"

Ao Bing’s eyes filled with malice, "Even if you are, so what, today you’ll still die!"

As his words fell, all ten masters made their appearance.

Yet Prince Ma didn’t even lift an eyelid.

"Do you know my other identity?"

Prince Ma smiled and asked.

"What identity?"

Ao Bing was taken aback.

He began to realize how little he truly understood about Prince Ma.

"Typhoon!"

Prince Ma laughed.

Typhoon!

Ao Bing was completely stunned.

Who was Typhoon?

The most famous existence on Taiwan Island, a merciless Demon King.

In Jianghu, he was revered as a king.

Moreover, it was said that Typhoon was one of the agents of the Hades Association.

To become an agent of the Hades Association, there was only one requirement: great strength.

At the very least, one had to be a Great Grandmaster.

The agents were also divided into three tiers.

Third-level agents belonged to Great Grandmasters.

Second-level agents belonged to Overlords.

No one knew what level of strength the first-level agents possessed.

And Typhoon was a second-level agent, a true Overlord level master.

Though only at the Entry Level of Overlord.

But on Taiwan Island, that was enough to reign supreme.

"Hmph, I don’t care what Typhoon or no Typhoon, never seen you in action, maybe it’s all just rumors.

Kill him for me!"

At this moment, Ao Bing had no other choice, either he kills Typhoon, or he dies himself.

Those ten masters were boasting, knowing the foe was Typhoon yet daring to act.

But after ten seconds, all ten were lying in a pool of blood.

Typhoon’s hands were stained with blood.

"Lord Ma!"

Ao Bing knelt, knocking his head several times to the ground, "No, Brother Typhoon, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was stupid, I shouldn’t have been so greedy!"

He was truly scared to death.

Typhoon was indeed as terrifying as the legends described.

With a casual wave of his hand, he wiped out the ten masters Ao Bing invited.

This was simply not human.

Perhaps only this guy qualified to face off against Xiao Chen.

"Big brother, I beg you, spare me this once, I am willing to work like an ox or horse for you from now on!"

Ao Bing cried miserably.

Just this morning, he was crazily celebrating his success.