Five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had just set.

But for the Tihua Clubhouse, nestled by the Qingyuan River, the real excitement was only just beginning.

Luxury cars continuously pulled up to the entrance of the antique-style clubhouse, delivering rich young men and beautiful women. All of it seemed to be the natural order of things.

In the main hall, Pang Wenxuan lounged on a crocodile leather sofa, holding a wine glass and drinking wildly with a close friend while a row of beautiful women sat on either side. Nothing could be more carefree or delightful.

"Lucky you made the first move, Wenxuan," said Feng Kun, the young man sitting beside him. He pointed at Zhou Yufei's photo on the table, his face full of envy.

The two had grown up in the same courtyard. Feng Kun wasn't as handsome as Pang Wenxuan, but his brawny physique was imposing enough to pressure anyone just by standing there.

Pang Wenxuan laughed proudly and waved his hand. "Relax. What's our relationship? Once I get tired of her, I'll send her straight to you!"

"My man! That's what I'm talking about!" Feng Kun grinned, slinging an arm around Pang Wenxuan's shoulder.

「Meanwhile」

Chen Yang entered the clubhouse.

Lin Bao immediately stepped forward to greet him. Since he had never seen Chen Yang before, he asked with a frown, "Who are you?"

"Chen Yang."

Hm?

Lin Bao pressed, "Was that you on the phone earlier?"

"Yes."

Those two simple words made Lin Bao's eyes narrow. When he glanced outside and saw that Chen Yang had come by himself, his expression instantly darkened.

This piece of trash actually came alone?

Before he could speak, Pang Wenxuan gestured from the sofa. "Let him in."

Only then did Lin Bao step aside, saying coldly, "Kid, prepare to face my young master's wrath."

"So this is the woman's boyfriend? He's quite handsome. No wonder he managed to land such a top-tier beauty," Feng Kun remarked, picking up a bunch of grapes. He glanced dismissively at Chen Yang and laughed wantonly.

Chen Yang's gaze swept across the room. Besides the two young men and the row of girls, there was also a middle-aged man in a long robe, drinking tea by himself. He sat with a commanding presence, his aura thick and powerful, like a fierce beast lying in wait.

Finally, Chen Yang's eyes landed on the photograph of Zhou Yufei on the coffee table.

Heh heh… What are they treating Zhou Yufei as?

Chen Yang advanced slowly, his eyes growing bone-chillingly cold.

"Why are you alone? What, are you trying to defy me?" Pang Wenxuan shot to his feet, his cold rebuke echoing through the hall. His suit was unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up. His sharp gaze was fixed on Chen Yang, his expression and tone dripping with arrogance.

"How dare you come without your girlfriend! Are you treating Young Master Pang's words as if they're nothing?" Lin Bao strode forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Pang Wenxuan and shouted.

Feng Kun picked up Zhou Yufei's photo and shook it, a smirk on his face. "Looks like you miscalculated this time, Wenxuan. This guy clearly wants to challenge you to the very end!"

"Haha!"

The words made the image-conscious Pang Wenxuan's face flush with rage. He turned to Lin Bao and ordered, "Go get that woman and drag her here right now!"

Chen Yang continued his steady advance.

This amused Feng Kun. He slowly stood up and stared at Chen Yang. "What do you think you're doing, walking over here?"

"Brother, he's just a piece of trash. Why are you panicking? My bodyguard is right over there. So what if he's the Heavenly King himself?" Pang Wenxuan waved his hand dismissively, a sneer curling his lips.

But then—

BANG!

Chen Yang's hand shot out, grabbed Pang Wenxuan's head, and smashed it directly onto the marble coffee table.

Feng Kun was speechless.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

Chen Yang, however, simply picked up the photograph of Zhou Yufei, smoothed out the wrinkles, and tucked it into his pocket.

"I thought I could have a few quiet and peaceful days in this little Tianque City after leaving Lingjin City. What a pity. There are always some clowns who show up seeking death." Chen Yang shook his head with a helpless sigh.

"You're courting death!"

The middle-aged man who had been drinking tea alone—Pang Wenxuan's bodyguard—leapt into action, moving as fast as the wind. He clenched his fist and threw a punch straight at Chen Yang's head. The punch was fierce, carrying a gale of destructive force.

Chen Yang's eyelids lifted slightly as his piercing gaze swept over him.

Just that one glance was enough. The onrushing middle-aged man froze mid-air.

His face turned deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead as his fingers trembled uncontrollably. He felt an unprecedented pressure that made it difficult to even breathe.

How is this possible?

As a sixth-rank Fist Master, he might not be a top expert in Tianque City, but he was still a renowned powerhouse. Yet now, he was terrified by a single look?

Chen Yang picked up a clean glass, poured himself a drink, and took a slow, deliberate sip. "I've been a warrior for nearly ten years, traveling far and wide. From a simple Centurion to now holding the title of a King, I've seen a lot in my time. Yet I have never met a rich young master as arrogant and presumptuous as you!"

At these words, the middle-aged man's body jolted as if struck by lightning. His limbs went stiff, and he was unable to move an inch.

"K-King?"

Could it be... he is...

Pang Wenxuan struggled up from the floor, his eyes filled with venom as he glared at Chen Yang and ground his teeth. "Who do you think you are to my Pang Family? If I don't teach you a lesson today, then my surname isn't Pang!"

"Uncle Wang, what are you just standing there for!" Dizzy and confused, Pang Wenxuan had no idea what Chen Yang had just said, nor did he care. He barked his orders at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man trembled. Could it be? Is this guy really that big shot?

Chen Yang swirled the wine in his glass and asked nonchalantly, "You seem to have guessed who I am."

The middle-aged man's already pale face went completely ashen. He swayed on his feet, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Seeing his reaction, Pang Wenxuan and Feng Kun exchanged a look, both sensing that something was terribly wrong.

What... what in the world is going on?

"When I kill someone, I don't care who they are. Never mind the young master of a mere family in Tianque City. I'd deal with the powerful scions of Cangyun City without batting an eye!"

Pang Wenxuan was left speechless.

Feng Kun was also at a loss for words.

Silence.

PS: This was the fifth chapter! Another one is coming soon, though I'm not sure if it can be posted at the same time. Lastly, please take care, everyone

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