Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 650: Snort at It

Chapter 650: Chapter 650: Snort at It

Looking at their companion who had collapsed unconscious on the ground, the few burly men looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what to do.

Fang Bai employed the "Thread Condensation Sound Transmission" technique, urging Long Da and Long Er to quickly return to avoid any conflicts. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to look after Yang Xudong and his daughter, as well as the Dragon Maiden.

A few minutes later, figures flashed rapidly, and Long Da, Long Er, and the others gathered from various parts of the casino to Fang Bai’s side, forming a protective circle around him and confronting the burly men.

Aside from the Dragon Maiden and Yang Xudong and his daughter, the rest were Earth Level Martial Artists. With each of them releasing a bit of their aura, they created an overwhelming pressure that enveloped the burly men.

The strength of these burly men was roughly equivalent to that of Yellow Level Martial Artists; how could they withstand the pressure from Long Da and the others? One by one, their faces turned pale, they slumped to the ground, trembling without being able to speak.

"Didn’t your boss invite me for coffee? Let’s go! Lead the way!"

Fang Bai, with a mocking expression, glanced at the dispirited burly men collapsed on the ground and gestured for the Dragon Maiden to translate.

Long Da and Long Er timely retracted their aura.

The few burly men, as if their burdens had been lifted, let out a long sigh of relief. After hearing the Dragon Maiden’s words, they exchanged glances, climbed up from the ground, leaving two to look after their unconscious companion, while the other two led Fang Bai and his group to meet their boss, Robertson.

Leaving the casino, they traveled down a long corridor and soon saw two towering golden doors in the distance.

Next to the golden doors stood four black-suited, sunglass-wearing bodyguards. Yang Xudong saw that all four bodyguards were armed, which made his eyelids twitch nervously.

He knew that the so-called "coffee" was actually a "Hongmen Banquet," a trap. These men were armed, and intentionally displaying their weapons as a clear threat to them.

Perhaps during the "coffee" session, should there be any disagreement, these weapons would be aimed at them, posing a significant threat.

The four bodyguards guarding the door were all comparable to Yellow Level Martial Artists. They looked at Fang Bai and his group with disdain in their eyes as they approached.

"Stop!"

As Fang Bai and his group reached the golden doors, two of the bodyguards extended their hands to block them, indicating that they wanted to search them to ensure they weren’t carrying weapons inside.

Long Da, Long Er, and the others sneered at this gesture.

With their level of strength, did they even need weapons to kill?

"If you were pleasing to the eye like beautiful women, I wouldn’t mind you searching our bodies. But you are ugly men who also emit a foul odor; I can’t stand your dirty hands roaming all over me! I think my companions feel the same way."

Fang Bai looked at the two bodyguards blocking his way and said coldly.

"We are guests of your boss, is this how you treat guests? If you insist on searching us, then we might as well turn around and leave."

The Dragon Maiden translated Fang Bai’s words, then added a sentence of her own.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, then one of them picked up a walkie-talkie and quietly asked the boss for instructions. After receiving the order, they worked together to slowly open the two golden doors.

Fang Bai and the others watched intently as the doors opened, revealing a resplendent and magnificent hall. In the center of the hall, on a circular sofa, sat a bald American man in his fifties.

The bald American man was not particularly handsome; a faint smile played on his face, making him seem friendly at first glance. However, upon meeting his gaze, one would find his eyes as sharp as an eagle’s, flickering with brilliance, intimidating anyone from staring for too long.

The bald American man did not exude the aura of a Martial Artist, but he possessed a presence that was enough to make one’s heart tremble.

After Fang Bai and his companions stopped in front of the sofa, Yang Xudong’s expression changed slightly under the influence of the man’s imposing presence, but Long Da, Long Er, and the others remained relaxed.

The Dragon Maiden, holding Xiao Yu and standing beside Fang Bai, was enveloped by Fang Bai’s aura, unaffected by any external pressure.

This American man was at best an early-stage Earth Level Martial Artist, posing no threat to them. Even if the hall and surrounding area were filled with weapon-carrying bodyguards, they could deal with them easily.

If the other party played by the rules, only using fists and kicks and not weapons, they would at most teach them a lesson without killing, but if they dared to attack with weapons, they wouldn’t mind turning this place into a blood-soaked purgatory.

Members of the "Dragon Guard" were trained from a young age, cultivating the inherited Martial Arts Techniques, and began undertaking missions as adults. Every one of them was battle-tested, with no one soft-hearted.

Should things escalate, they would simply ask the "Statue of Liberty" to mediate. Given the "Statue of Liberty’s" influence in America, no matter how troublesome the issue was, a word from them could resolve it.

This was like having the "Dragon Guard" step in for someone who caused trouble in Huaxia; many issues that would be challenging for ordinary people to settle could easily be taken care of.

Moreover, this time, it was "Caesar’s" casino that had provoked the incident first, and their side was justified. The "Statue of Liberty" always touted the banner of upholding freedom and fairness. If they showed bias towards "Caesar’s" casino, it would be like slapping their own face.

The bald American man was none other than Robertson, the owner of "Caesar’s" casino. Seeing that aside from Yang Xudong, everyone else appeared relaxed and even looked at him with a hint of mockery, his expression subtly shifted.

Robertson was unaware that Fang Bai and his companions were members of the "Dragon Guard" from Huaxia. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to provoke them so rashly.

After his trusted men were beaten, he angrily ordered an investigation into Fang Bai and the others but only managed to find out their place of stay, the number of members, and that they came from Huaxia. As for their true identities, he was unable to determine them.

The various main Meta-Human organizations participating in this competition had come secretly, known only to a few core executives of the "Statue of Liberty," with few others aware of Fang Bai and his companions’ true identities.

Although Robertson had many dealings with the "Statue of Liberty" and provided substantial financial support to them annually, he had no access to the few core executives, hence he was also unaware that Fang Bai and his companions were members of Huaxia’s "Dragon Guard," and even from among the most powerful within it.

Based on his subordinates’ investigations, Robertson assumed Fang Bai and the others were just some Martial Artist friends of Yang Xudong from Huaxia. He figured that those who were on such friendly terms with a Martial Artist of Yang Xudong’s caliber couldn’t be too powerful.

With these thoughts in mind, Robertson had issued orders not to accommodate Fang Bai and the others in any major hotels in Las Vegas and was waiting for the chance to teach them a lesson as revenge for Hattori Shin’yu and his companions.

Later, when Fang Bai and his team visited his casino, each of them won a significant amount of money—especially Fang Bai, the young man who rapidly amassed tens of millions of US dollars. The news made Robertson restless, and he promptly had his men invite Fang Bai and the others over for "coffee."