Hearing Hei Lang's command, the thugs who had surrounded Han Lang and the other two like an impenetrable wall instantly scattered.
Ma Long and Han Lang, seeing this, were puzzled as to what they intended to do. Then, they saw Hei Lang, leading the charge, lift his shirt to reveal a dark, metallic object tucked into his lower back.
"Little Sir, be careful, he's going for a gun!"
At this critical juncture, Han Lang paid no heed to anything else. He channeled his spiritual energy, pushed off with his feet, and moved.
His figure flashed like a phantom, and within a single breath, he was beside Hei Lang.
Hei Lang had already drawn his pistol and was about to cock it when Han Lang grabbed the barrel and struck Hei Lang's wrist with a hand chop.
Hei Lang cried out in pain, instantly loosening his grip. The pistol naturally fell into Han Lang's hand.
Without hesitation, Han Lang tossed the pistol with one hand, his palm transforming into a claw, striking directly for Hei Lang's throat.
Ma Long was also quick-witted. He leaped forward, caught the pistol with his left hand, executed a forward roll, and simultaneously used his heel to push the pistol's chamber. As he cocked it, he lunged forward. Just as Han Lang's three fingers were at Hei Lang's throat, the pistol's dark muzzle was pressed against Hei Lang's forehead!
All the underlings were stunned!
They hadn't even seen how Han Lang had disarmed Hei Lang and subdued him in such a short amount of time.
"You... you... what do you want?"
Hei Lang was terrified. Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, he trembled, raised his hands, and stammered, "What do you want?"
Han Lang smiled faintly, looking at Hei Lang indifferently, and asked casually, "We don't want anything. I'm just curious, am I now worthy to meet the Marquis you mentioned?"
"Worthy! Worthy!" Hei Lang dared not be arrogant any longer. He immediately responded repeatedly, "However, the Marquis isn't here now! And it was that brat Gou Tuizhi from the Gou family who ordered us to target your Tianyi Pavilion! We have no intention of being your enemy!"
Hei Lang immediately and without hesitation betrayed Gou Tuizhi.
At this moment, he deeply resented Gou Tuizhi.
If it weren't for him, how could his brothers have suffered repeated setbacks at Tianyi Pavilion? And how would his own life be in someone else's hands at this very moment?
"It really was Gou Tuizhi! This brat has been causing us trouble repeatedly, and now he's even colluding with the underworld to disregard human lives. Little Sir, we must find an opportunity to teach that guy a lesson!"
Although Ma Long didn't know Gou Tuizhi, he had witnessed the Han family's crisis firsthand. Coupled with what Wang Fang had told him, he had long harbored deep hatred for this ill-intentioned rich second-generation.
Seeing Ma Long so agitated, Han Lang also felt a surge of anger. Gou Tuizhi's actions were indeed beginning to challenge his bottom line.
However, this was, after all, a society governed by law. Without concrete evidence, he couldn't do anything to Gou Tuizhi. Even beating him up wouldn't necessarily make him mend his ways.
"Brother Ma, don't rush! Beating someone like Gou Tuizhi won't make him learn his lesson. Our game with him has just begun, and one day I will make him regret it. But for now, we mustn't forget our purpose for coming here."
Reminded by Han Lang, Ma Long also regained his composure.
They had already suspected Gou Tuizhi, and this had merely confirmed their conjecture. Their main objective for this trip was to deter these underworld elements.
To let them know that Tianyi Pavilion was not to be trifled with.
With this thought, he forcefully pushed the pistol's muzzle against Hei Lang's forehead, lowered his voice, and said with a cold glint in his eyes, "We will settle the score with Gou Tuizhi sooner or later. But if you dare to target Tianyi Pavilion again, you need to think carefully, is your life more! Precious! Than that of a young master from one of the eight great families like Gou Tuizhi!"
As he uttered the last three words, Ma Long deliberately nudged Hei Lang's forehead a few times with the gun barrel, his meaning extremely clear. Han Lang chimed in at the opportune moment.
"Please relay this message to the so-called Marquis behind you without any alteration! Next time I come, I won't be so polite!"
With that, he shoved Hei Lang onto the sofa. The two then walked out as if no one else was there. None of the underlings dared to stop them.
Immediately after leaving the KTV, Han Lang sent a message to Luo Jiaying, indicating that everything was fine and they need not worry.
On the way to meet up, Ma Long's excitement was still palpable, and he pestered Han Lang with questions.
"Little Sir, can you tell me in detail the difference in combat power between ordinary people and you martial artists?"
Although Han Lang was not a martial artist, he knew that both martial artists and cultivators like himself were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
There was no comparison between the two.
Even a beginner martial artist, or a cultivator at the first level of Qi Condensation, possessed strength at least several times that of an ordinary person.
Even a top-tier ordinary person like Ma Long was no match for them.
Moreover, cultivation was endless.
As one's strength increased, the gap with ordinary people would widen. At least in Han Lang's mind, from the memories of the Medicine Venerable in another world, there were countless powerful beings who could destroy heavens and earth, and move mountains and fill seas with a flick of their finger.
Compared to the ordinary people on Blue Star, these beings were no different from a gnat and a tree, or an ant and an elephant.
Therefore, he could only reply helplessly, "There's no comparison at all. I can only tell you that with your strength, in my eyes, you don't even qualify as having a rudimentary grasp of martial arts."
Although Ma Long had prepared himself mentally for this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.
"Then, did you hold back at the KTV just now? How did you know you could incapacitate someone with a single blow?"
Han Lang patiently explained, "Of course, I had to hold back. With my current strength, a single blow is enough to kill someone. So I generally only use thirty to forty percent of my strength. However, because I am skilled in traditional Chinese medicine, as long as I attack those specific acupoints on a person, I can incapacitate them with about twenty percent of my strength."
"Wow!" Ma Long exclaimed, his face filled with shock.
What amazed him was not Han Lang's foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, but the fact that he could defeat a burly man using only twenty to thirty percent of his strength. This was something he could never achieve.
"Then, between martial artists, how do you distinguish between strong and weak?"
Han Lang wasn't very clear about the ranking of martial artists and didn't know how to answer Ma Long. After some thought, he could only reply helplessly,
"Brother Ma, I'm actually not a martial artist. So, I really can't answer your question."
Ma Long was utterly astonished by this answer.
"You're not a martial artist? Then... how... one punch one... this..."
Ma Long spoke incoherently, gesturing animatedly. Fortunately, Han Lang understood what he meant and replied,
"I am a cultivator, and there is a difference between cultivators and martial artists. But to avoid exposing myself, I pretended to be a martial artist. Brother Ma, you must keep this a secret for me."
Ma Long was now more astonished than ever. He seemed not to hear Han Lang's subsequent words, staring at him with wide eyes.
"Cultivator... Cultivation? Then... then... can you really cultivate to immortality like in fantasy novels?"
"Perhaps!"
Han Lang had never really thought about cultivating to immortality.
Although the memories of the Medicine Venerable in another world held firm belief in cultivating to immortality, he himself had not yet reached that level.
Moreover, people in that world, although some had witnessed ascension, did not know if it was ascension to the immortal realm or if they had truly become immortals.
After all, no one had ever seen those who had ascended return.
Therefore, Han Lang felt it was better to maintain a degree of skepticism about such matters.
However, Ma Long did not share the same view as Han Lang. Instead, he was filled with longing and anticipation for cultivation.
"What? You want to learn? I can teach you if you have time!"