Chapter 508: Hand Over Bu Ye Cheng!

After the sound, the Ying Mou Palm Seat involuntarily stepped back three steps.

And at this moment Jiang Feng finally revealed his figure.

He stood directly opposite the spot where the Ying Mou Palm Seat had just been, his aura steady, breath even, his face still bearing a half‑smile.

That smile seemed harmless to humans and beasts, but in the Ying Mou Palm Seat's eyes it was a silent mockery.

The Ying Mou Palm Seat's face turned dreadfully gloomy; he stared at Jiang Feng, his gaze heavy with seriousness.

He realized that, with his Half-step Martial Sovereign Peak strength, he had just sparred with this youngster and been at a disadvantage!

Even though he only stepped back three paces, the opponent also revealed his form.

But who is he?

He is the Ying Mou Palm Seat, one of the Four Great Palm Seats of Broken Swan Tower, a top‑tier strongman just one step shy of Martial Ancestor.

He has cultivated for decades, killed countless people, survived innumerable life‑and‑death battles, and has never been bested by a peer.

Yet now, a man in his twenties forced him to retreat three steps with a single palm.

Turbulent waves rose in the Ying Mou Palm Seat's mind.

No wonder!

No wonder even the notorious Ghost Blade within the organization fell by the opponent's hand.

No wonder the elite dispatched by Broken Swan Tower this time were completely wiped out!

Dying before such a top‑level master, they are truly not wronged.

Opposing someone like that, even Broken Swan Tower would have a headache!

This deal, Broken Swan Tower, took a huge loss!

The Ying Mou Palm Seat quickly weighed profit and loss in his mind.

As the intelligence chief of Broken Swan Tower, the Ying Mou Palm Seat knew clearly that this transaction's sponsor offered a full fifty hundred million!

Fifty hundred million, even for a top‑tier assassin organization like Broken Swan Tower, is a huge deal.

After all, although Broken Swan Tower wields massive influence, its annual operating costs are enormous—pay for assassins, maintenance of the intelligence network, weapon and equipment upgrades—all require money.

Fifty hundred million is enough to keep Broken Swan Tower running for about half a year.

Therefore earlier, Broken Swan Tower placed great emphasis on this mission and conducted an in‑depth study of the target, Jiang Feng.

They knew Jiang Feng hailed from Kunlun, and might even be the only person of this generation there to be called a Heavenly Pride, possibly destined to inherit Kunlun's lordship.

They knew Jiang Feng's strength was impressive, so they dispatched a Jade Seal Assassin Ghost Blade and twenty Golden Seal Assassins.

In their eyes, this lineup was already flawless.

Yet even so, at this moment the Ying Mou Palm Seat still felt that their knowledge of Jiang Feng was far too scant!

This youngster might be even more terrifying than the limits he imagined!

The Ying Mou Palm Seat's mind raced, contemplating various possible countermeasures.

Fight?

He had just sparred with Jiang Feng, albeit only tentatively, but he could feel Jiang Feng's power was bottomless, like a void.

If the fight continued, he had no guarantee of victory and might even be defeated.

But to reveal the sponsor's identity?

That would also violate Broken Swan Tower's rules.

Broken Swan Tower has existed for a millennium, relying on the two words 'reputation'.

We take money to do business, never leaking client information.

This is Broken Swan Tower's iron rule, passed down from the first master, unchanged for a thousand years.

Moreover, a big‑wig capable of posting a fifty‑hundred‑million contract is not someone Broken Swan Tower wishes to offend.

Anyone who can establish a foothold in a place like Kyoto must be a person with eyes and hands that reach the heavens.

Although Broken Swan Tower is powerful, it does not want to provoke local big‑shots without cause.

With that thought, the Ying Mou Palm Seat became thoroughly bewildered.

Fight, can't win.

Speak, can't speak.

The Ying Mou Palm Seat's eyes flickered, his expression shifting between gloom and brightness.

He looked at Jiang Feng, and for the first time his gaze held a hint of awe.

This awe was not fear of an enemy, but reverence for the unknown.

He had lived so many years, seen countless geniuses, yet never encountered anyone like Jiang Feng.

In his twenties, a Half-step Martial Ancestor, mastering the laws of space‑time, and even capable of killing a Ghost Blade.

For such a person, the entire empire could not find a second.

The Ying Mou Palm Seat took a deep breath and made a decision.

He lifted his head and addressed Hu Dong.

"Since Mr. Jiang just won the Gambling Game, from this moment onward, Bu Ye Cheng belongs to Mr. Jiang!"

Those words left Hu Dong stunned.

He lay on the ground, lifted his head, mouth agape, eyes wide as saucers, unable to believe his ears.

What did the Palm Seat Lord say?

Bu Ye Cheng, from this moment, belongs to Jiang Feng?

But that's Bu Ye Cheng, the largest underground casino in all of Jiangnan, raking in gold daily, with annual revenue exceeding hundreds of billions.

Just… give it away?

Hu Dong opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the Ying Mou Palm Seat's gaze, the words he was about to say were swallowed back.

He knows that the Palm Seat's decision is not one he can question.

Hu Dong lowers his head, daring not to look again.

Jiang Feng hears this and slightly frowns.

The reason he stakes the Nevernight City is to force Broken Swan Tower to back down.

After all, according to Jiang Feng's knowledge, this Nevernight City's annual revenue reaches over a hundred billion.

Hundreds of billions—that's no small sum.

Would Broken Swan Tower abandon this golden‑egg‑laying hen for a mere five‑billion deal?

Absolutely impossible!

In Jiang Feng's expectation, Broken Swan Tower would surely compromise to protect the Nevernight City—either reveal the patron's identity or abandon the mission to hunt him.

That would let him achieve his goal.

He just didn't expect Palm Seat Ying Mou to actually abandon it without hesitation!

An industry worth over a hundred billion!

Just say "give" and it's given.

Broken Swan Tower's resolve is far greater than he imagined.

Jiang Feng watches Palm Seat Ying Mou, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes before quickly returning to calm.

Palm Seat Ying Mou looks at Jiang Feng and says lightly.

"Mr. Jiang, the Nevernight City is yours now."

His tone is flat, as if stating something trivial.

"As for who intends to kill you, I still cannot tell you. That's Broken Swan Tower's rule."

He pauses, then continues.

"However, I can give you a suggestion. Be careful; the Faction you've provoked is far larger than you imagine."

After speaking, Palm Seat Ying Mou turns and walks out without looking back.

His figure vanishes quickly at the doorway, the soaring blood‑aura dissipating, and the pressure in the private room lightens instantly.

Hu Dong is dumbfounded.

He didn't expect the Palm Seat to just walk away like that.

He turns his head, looks at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of reverence.

What exactly is this young man's background?

Even Palm Seat Ying Mou refuses to clash with him head‑on?

Jiang Feng stands in place, his expression calm, yet his mind dwells on Palm Seat Ying Mou's final words.

Larger than he imagined?

Who could that be?

Jiang Feng thinks for a while, finds no clue, and simply stops thinking about it.

He turns, glances at Hu Dong, and says lightly.

"Boss Hu, as of today the Nevernight City belongs to me. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Hu Dong hurriedly scrambles up from the ground, waving his hands repeatedly.

"No objections, no objections. Mr. Jiang decides, everyone follows Mr. Jiang."

"Nanxi, from now on this place is entrusted to you!"

Nanxi nods, without any hesitation.

After all, everything she has belongs to the Junior Brother.

Jiang Feng immediately turns and walks out.

Nanxi follows behind; the two exit the private room, pass through the corridor, descend the stairs, and arrive at the lobby.

At the entrance, a fully armed squad of soldiers rushes in, guns in hand, seizing control of the entire lobby.

At the head is Jiangnan King Personal Guard Commander Song Dianjun.

Seeing Jiang Feng emerge, Song Dianjun quickly steps forward to greet him.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Feng nods, giving him a glance.

"This place is already my property."

Song Dianjun is momentarily stunned, but quickly recovers and nods.

"Understood, Mr. Jiang."

He turns and waves at the soldiers.

"Disband!"

The soldiers sheath their weapons and exit the lobby in orderly fashion.

Jiang Feng glances at the wreckage on the floor, then at the gamblers and staff trembling in the corners, says nothing, and turns to leave the Nevernight City.