Zheng Yuanshan, in his early thirties, was already a Fifth-Order Fist Master and a Steward of the Martial Association. Such achievements truly placed him far beyond the vast majority of people.

Standing over 1.8 meters tall, he had handsome features and a dignified presence. He exuded the air of a young prodigy wherever he stood.

At that moment, with one hand in his pocket and the corner of his mouth tilted into a faint, confident smile, he continued, "Xiaoduo, let me teach you martial arts. It will definitely be twice the result with half the effort."

"As for the tuition fee... well, we're direct relatives. I won't ask for much. Let's just say two hundred thousand a month!"

He held up three fingers and grinned. "At first glance, it might seem expensive, but don't forget, I'm a Steward of the Martial Association! Most people can't hire me even if they wanted to. Besides, the going rate outside is usually five hundred thousand a month."

Zheng Xiaoman and Zheng Xiaoduo immediately understood, and both couldn't help but sneer.

So that's why this family suddenly sought them out. Was it all just to earn a tuition fee? Two hundred thousand a month, which is two million four hundred thousand a year. Heh... why don't they just go rob someone?

"I'm curious about one thing."

Chen Yang, seated in the Taishi Chair, hadn't wanted to get involved in the Zheng Family's affairs. But after hearing Zheng Yuanshan's words, he found he couldn't resist speaking up with keen interest.

"You're passing up five hundred thousand from outsiders to come here and ask for two hundred thousand? Are you bad at math, or is there something wrong with your head?"

Zheng Yuanshan's brows twitched as he glanced at Chen Yang. "Naturally, it's because of family ties! Since Xiaoduo wants to learn martial arts, how could I, her cousin, just sit by and do nothing?"

"And how could I let her be deceived by a piece of trash?" he added, his words carrying a hidden barb. "Losing money is a small matter. The real fear is that certain pieces of trash might have other motives!"

The implication was clear: Chen Yang was a complete swindler.

Chen Yang wasn't angry. Holding his teacup, he took a leisurely sip. "But I just heard Xiaoduo say that when she and Zheng Xiaoman were down on their luck, you, her cousin, were apparently unwilling to even give them a bite to eat."

"And now you suddenly have Xiaoduo's best interests at heart?"

Holding his teacup, Chen Yang didn't spell it out, simply watching Zheng Yuanshan with a look that was part smile, part sneer.

Zheng Yuanshan's expression shifted several times, and his eyes gradually darkened. Of course, he was acting this way for a reason. After all, Zheng Xiaoman's Huarui Group was growing stronger and larger, earning enough money in a single year to match what their side of the family made in decades of hard work.

They had been watching from the sidelines; how could they not be envious?

Because they'd never had a suitable reason to approach Zheng Xiaoman, they hadn't interacted at all. But now, with Zheng Xiaoduo wanting a master to teach her martial arts, a perfectly logical opportunity had presented itself. Just the tuition fee alone would net them two hundred thousand a month, not to mention the possibility of getting into the Huarui Group and reaching the pinnacle of their lives from there.

It had to be said, their scheme was ingeniously calculated.

"You shut up!" Zheng Jun bellowed. "This is our Zheng Family's business! When did it become your place as an outsider to run your mouth?"

Chen Yang chuckled. "I'm just raising a reasonable question."

"Question my ass!" Zheng Yuanshan cursed outright. "Hurry up and get your ass off that chair and out of my Zheng family's house! Or are you planning to stick around like a mangy dog that won't leave?"

"What are you saying!" Zheng Xiaoman said coldly. "Mr. Chen is my distinguished guest! Furthermore, this is my house, not your Zheng family's!"

Ignoring Zheng Xiaoman completely, Zheng Yuanshan raised his voice an octave. "Kid, I'll say it one last time: get out of here immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Zheng Jun said nothing, just stood quietly to the side watching, hands clasped behind his back and a smile playing on his lips.

Some people just can't see the situation clearly. They're asking for a lesson. For people like that, a good beating is usually all it takes.

Seeing that Chen Yang still showed no intention of moving, Zheng Yuanshan laughed in fury.

"Why waste your breath on trash like this? Just throw him out," Zheng Jun said calmly, picking up a cup of tea and sipping it slowly.

"So, you're trying to act tough with me, huh?" Zheng Yuanshan sneered, baring his teeth as he postured to charge forward.

"Kneel."

Chen Yang didn't even lift his head as he uttered the single, indifferent word.

BOOM!

That single syllable landed like thunder shaking the earth. Both Zheng Xiaoman and Zheng Jun trembled, their bodies jolting as if struck by electricity.

And Zheng Yuanshan, who had just launched his attack, was as if struck by lightning. His face turned deathly pale, and he dropped straight to his knees.

THUD!

His knees smashed hard onto the ground. The sharp pain of fracturing bone made Zheng Yuanshan grimace, his fists clenched tightly together. At that moment, it felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on him, rendering him completely immobile.

This…

Zheng Yuanshan struggled to raise his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at Chen Yang, his face a mask of horror.

How is this possible? A dignified Fifth-Order Fist Master... forced to kneel on the ground by the mere pressure emitted by his opponent?

An extreme, bone-deep terror swept over him like a tidal wave, chilling him from head to toe.

What kind of being did we provoke?

Zheng Jun stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.

"Uncle, hurry up and throw them out!" Zheng Xiaoduo, however, was visibly excited, her large, crystalline eyes sparkling. To her, that move was just too cool.

You thought you were so tough, didn't you? You were going to get violent, weren't you? One word: kneel. And yet, here you are, kneeling on the ground.

Zheng Xiaoduo rubbed her hands together excitedly. Clearly, the innocent girl was desperate to learn this move.

"First, I'm going to tear that mouth of his shut," Chen Yang said flatly.

Zheng Xiaoduo: "..."

Zheng Yuanshan: "..."

"You dare!" Zheng Jun roared. "My son is a Steward of the Martial Association! If you dare to touch him, you'll be making an enemy of the entire Martial Association! Do you understand the consequences?"

WHOOSH.

Chen Yang flicked his right hand. The small, purple-clay teacup shot out, tracing a straight line through the air before it slammed directly into Zheng Yuanshan's mouth.

CRASH!

As the teacup shattered, Zheng Yuanshan was thrown backward, his body hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"Now, you were saying something about consequences?" Chen Yang asked, looking at Zheng Jun as he casually tugged at his sleeve.

Zheng Jun: "..."

Zheng Xiaoman: "..."

This man... he's so arrogant! Does he have no regard for the Martial Association at all? And his methods are absolutely cruel!

Zheng Jun took a deep breath, glaring at Chen Yang with a venomous expression. "Do you really know what it means to attack a Steward of the Martial Association?"

"I've dealt with more than one person from the Martial Association," Chen Yang retorted. "So, you tell me. Do I know or not?"

Zheng Jun: "..."

Just who in the world is this person?

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