The Zhennan Prince?! That damned Wei Shaoqiu actually wants to kill the Zhennan Prince?

Just like that, Leng Lingyun's face turned deathly pale, his heart pounding in terror. He was almost scared to death.

Wei Shaoqiu didn't notice Leng Lingyun's expression. He took a drag from his cigarette and said coldly, "You should know, Leng Lingyun, I've been chasing Zheng Xiaoduo for a while. But that little bitch not only treats me with utter indifference, she's now hooked up with some live-in loser."

"That piece of trash has some tricks up his sleeve, too. He actually became Zheng Xiaoduo's master. Just look at how close they are. Does that look like a master-disciple relationship to you?"

Wei Shaoqiu stated firmly, "That loser's real goal is just to get with Zheng Xiaoduo! Such a despicable, shameless piece of trash… you tell me, Leng Lingyun, doesn't he deserve to die?"

Ask me? Are you kidding me?!

Leng Lingyun wanted to bolt from the room. He couldn't get too close to this clueless idiot, lest he be implicated. But he was shocked to find his limbs stiff and his body drenched in cold sweat.

"Of course he deserves to die!" Wei Shaoqiu answered his own question. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

Leng Lingyun took two deep breaths, trying his best to control his trembling lips. "It seems you don't know who he is."

"Of course I know! Isn't he just some freeloader named Chen Yang who married into the Qin Family? For someone like him, just being noticed by me is an honor his ancestors could only dream of," Wei Shaoqiu said with disdain.

Leng Lingyun knew this would happen. He sighed. "Wei Shaoqiu, take my advice. He isn't someone you can afford to provoke. Back off now."

"What?!" Wei Shaoqiu snapped his head around, staring at Leng Lingyun in disbelief. A mocking smile spread across his face. "Are you out of your mind, Leng Lingyun? Or are you looking down on me, Wei Shaoqiu?

"A mere piece of trash, and you're telling me I can't afford to provoke him? You're really something else, Leng Lingyun!"

Wei Shaoqiu's gaze turned malicious as he spoke ominously, "Or perhaps you know the man and are trying to get me to back off?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" Wei Shaoqiu said coldly. "Get out. You're not welcome here."

"Hmph!"

Leng Lingyun said nothing more and turned to leave. He didn't have a close relationship with Wei Shaoqiu anyway. As an acquaintance, he had said what needed to be said. Since the other man was determined to court death, there was nothing more to add.

Outside the private room, Leng Lingyun lit a cigarette and sneered. You ignorant fool. I'd love to see how you die today! It would be best if you dragged the entire Wei Family down with you!

If the four great superfamilies became three, the benefits his Leng Family would gain were obvious. At the same time, Leng Lingyun wondered if he should go downstairs and say hello to Chen Yang.

「Downstairs」

After three consecutive glasses of alcohol, a blush appeared on Zheng Xiaoduo's plump cheeks. Although she seemed fine, her large, watery eyes had grown hazy and unfocused.

Chen Yang shook his head with a smile and stopped her from drinking any more.

"Master, how long do you think it will take for me to become as strong as you?" Zheng Xiaoduo asked earnestly, clutching Chen Yang's arm. "I want to be like you, able to knock down all those bastards with the flick of a finger! With that kind of strength, I can protect my sister! If anyone dares to bully my sister again, I'll twist his head off and kick it like a ball!"

Zheng Xiaoduo raised her small, delicate fist and spoke fiercely.

Chen Yang was taken aback. He hadn't expected such a seemingly carefree girl to harbor such a strong sense of responsibility. It seemed her persistence in asking him to be her master and teach her martial arts was all to protect Zheng Xiaoman.

Zheng Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then a wave of warmth spread through her heart. So she does have some conscience. All my doting on her wasn't in vain.

Just then.

SCREEEEECH!!

A middle-aged man in a gray robe pushed the door open, dragging a saber more than a meter long behind him. It scraped along the floor, making a harsh, grating sound. After scanning the room, he walked straight toward Chen Yang's table.

Instantly, all eyes were drawn to him.

"What's that guy doing with a saber?"

"Oh my god, is he here to kill someone?"

"Go, go, go! Get away from him!"

Many people were simply dumbstruck, frozen to the spot, too scared to move. He's brazenly carrying a huge saber just like that? How bold! Afterward, everyone craned their necks, waiting to see what would happen next.

With such a commotion, Chen Yang's group naturally noticed the middle-aged man. Chen Yang, however, only spared him a brief glance before paying him no further attention.

On the contrary, Zheng Xiaoduo shivered, the alcohol wearing off instantly as she subconsciously clutched Chen Yang's arm.

Zheng Xiaoman frowned, watching intently as he approached. Things having reached this point, how could she not see that someone was clearly targeting them? "Who… Who are you?" she asked, her voice low.

"Hu Yong." The middle-aged man's hawk-like eyes fixed directly on Chen Yang. "I'm here for you."

Zheng Xiaoman was speechless.

So was everyone else.

Isn't he being a little too arrogant? Announcing it so openly, without any attempt at concealment?

In an instant, the people closest to Chen Yang's table scattered in all directions, each one running faster than a rabbit.

「Second Floor」

Witnessing this scene, Wei Shaoqiu laughed heartily in satisfaction. "That Hu, as cold and arrogant as ever. That's what I like about him. And that saber he brought today looks pretty good. I like it."

"Did you make it clear to Hu? I only want one of his arms broken. The rest is for me to handle," Wei Shaoqiu inquired.

"I've told him, Young Master. You can rest assured."

「Downstairs」

A single sentence from Hu Yong silenced the entire first-floor hall. Everyone held their breath, watching intently.

Zheng Xiaoman's face went pale. She instinctively glanced at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang, however, said calmly, "Get lost. Don't interrupt our meal."

The guy is holding a saber, can't he see that? Or is he a madman too?

GULP.

Many in the crowd swallowed hard, their faces tense.

Hu Yong's lip twitched. He raised his saber and slashed at Chen Yang.

WHOOSH!

The blade was a blur, accompanied by the sharp sound of it slicing through the air. As the saber descended, it seemed to cleave the very air in two.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

The surrounding crowd retreated again and again. It was simply terrifying.

However, the bloody scene they imagined never happened. Instead, the descending saber stopped abruptly in mid-air. Chen Yang had raised his left hand, the razor-sharp blade caught neatly between his index and middle fingers.

Chen Yang put down his chopsticks and slowly raised his head. "With this level of skill, you think you can kill people?"

Hu Yong was speechless.

Everyone else was speechless.

The hall was utterly silent.

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