Xia Mi, towering at 1.7 meters with a full figure, didn't weigh lightly, yet the bodyguards handled her as deftly as a chick, lifting her with ease and bringing her before Qiao Xiaotian.

Qiao Xiaotian laughed wickedly, his demonic hand reaching out to grab the grey short-sleeve business suit of Xia Mi, both hands pulled, and with a ripping sound, tore it apart...

"Ah, no, please..." Xia Mi shrieked in tears, but the soundproofing of the Emperor's Hall was excellent; her voice couldn't escape.

Upon seeing this, Wang Dakui's old face turned red with rage, his cheeks puffed out. Finally, unable to contain himself, he clenched his fists ready to fight Qiao Xiaotian to the death, but Zeng Jiye grabbed him in time to stop him.

"Haha..."

"Hehe..."

Mr. Jason and President Tanimoto, though high-ranking and esteemed, were still men and couldn't help harboring perverse delights, particularly towards the voluptuous and reserved Eastern woman before them. They felt a strong desire to deeply desecrate her.

Maintaining their dignities prevented them from acting on their desires, but now, seeing Eldest Young Master Qiao fulfilling these desires for them, they couldn't help but smile amusedly.

Just as Eldest Young Master Qiao was about to further act on his desires, with a loud bang, the door to the Emperor's Hall was kicked open.

Everyone was startled, and Eldest Young Master Qiao's hand, stretching towards Xia Mi's chest, also froze. He turned his head, only to see a young man under twenty storming in, his eyes wide with fury, scanning everything inside the room.

"Little Qiang..." seeing Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly appear, Wang Dakui was taken aback, muttering under his breath.

By now, Wang Xiaoqiang had also taken in the entire scene: Xia Mi's face full of humiliation, streaked with tears, her suit torn open, while two hulking men held her on either side, pressing her in front of what seemed to be a playboy, whose hand was reaching towards her chest.

"Let her go!" Seeing this, rage erupted within Wang Xiaoqiang, and he roared uncontrollably.

"What's this trash? Stop bothering me. Get out!" Qiao Xiaotian only glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang. In the Provincial Capital, he never cared who anyone was. Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang's physique was negligible, he immediately commanded dismissively with disdain.

Wang Xiaoqiang rushed forward.

The bodyguards naturally let go of Xia Mi to deal with Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang was not about to be polite; taking the initiative, he threw punches and kicked, despite lacking combat experience. Though inexperienced, he knew how to brawl: a punch, a kick.

Like Qiao Xiaotian, the bodyguards did not take Wang Xiaoqiang seriously. Thus, facing his unstructured punches and kicks, they didn't even try to dodge. Wang Xiaoqiang's punch hit one bodyguard in the stomach, and a kick landed on the groin of another.

Ah...

Mm...

Shouts of pain and muffled moans rose simultaneously. The one hit in the stomach bent over, clutching his belly, while the one kicked in the groin collapsed, his body twitching.

In his rage, Wang Xiaoqiang's Aura of Geng Metal was much more intense than ever before.

Seeing the two formidable bodyguards effortlessly toppled by Wang Xiaoqiang, everyone in the hall stared at him as if he were a monster.

Qiao Xiaotian shrank his neck and semi-consciously grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table, preparing to defend himself.

He was more aware of Wang Xiaoqiang's capabilities, for his bodyguards were expensive hires, both skilled fighters well-versed in various fist techniques and seasoned battlers, each capable of handling more than a dozen young men.

Though they had underestimated their opponent, anyone who could knock them down with a single move was undoubtedly a master among masters, something Qiao Xiaotian could not ignore.

But Wang Xiaoqiang, seeing Qiao Xiaotian's defensive posture, was not deterred. He had long recognized Qiao Xiaotian as the mastermind. If he wasn't going to confront him, who would he confront?

Stepping over the two bodyguards, Wang Xiaoqiang walked towards Qiao Xiaotian, who instinctively stood up and moved backward, lifting the empty bottle in his hand, "I'm telling you, don't mess around, or you'll regret it too late..."

Yet this did nothing to halt Wang Xiaoqiang's advance.

When Wang Xiaoqiang reached him, Qiao Xiaotian, startled, instinctively raised the wine bottle and smashed it onto Wang Xiaoqiang's forehead.

The crowd gasped in shock, murmuring continuously.

The blow was solid; it could have been deadly or caused severe injury.

However, with a loud crash, the wine bottle shattered over Wang Xiaoqiang's head without drawing blood; instead, it was Qiao Xiaotian's hand that got slashed by the broken glass shards, blood gushing forth.

But Wang Xiaoqiang didn't care whether Qiao Xiaotian was bleeding or not. A slap landed on his face, blood spurting from his mouth as Qiao Xiaotian spun around like a top, only stopping after several turns. Then came a stomach kick, as Wang Xiaoqiang sent Qiao Xiaotian flying with a spectacular drift, crashing him against the wall, continuously spitting blood.

The scene was deadly silent.

All that could be heard was the tense breathing sounds of the people present.

Wang Xiaoqiang turned around; his gaze fell on the Japanese and the American. Just outside the door, he had heard the perverse laughter of these two foreigners.

The American, Mr. Jason, and the Japanese President Tanimoto visibly trembled under Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze.

Wang Xiaoqiang yelled, "Scram!"

The two of them exhaled in relief, stood up, and left the Emperor's Hall.

Then, Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze turned toward Zeng Jiye, who immediately lowered his head guiltily, his heart pounding rapidly.

Wang Dakui stared intently at Wang Xiaoqiang, feeling his blood boiling.

Xia Mi felt the same, overwhelmed with emotion, pleasure, and unease as she saw Wang Xiaoqiang standing up for her, beating Eldest Young Master Qiao until he spat blood.

Wang Xiaoqiang walked over to Xia Mi, picked up her uniform from the ground, and handed it to her, saying, "Are you alright?"

Xia Mi suddenly threw herself into Wang Xiaoqiang's arms, clinging to him tightly, tears streaming down as she cried, "Thank you, Little Qiang."

Wang Xiaoqiang instinctively pushed her, but not only did he fail to push her away, he ended up holding her even tighter,

Considering that she needed a sense of security and comfort at that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't insist, but instead gently patted her plump shoulders to comfort her.

Upon leaving the Emperor's Hall, the Japanese President Tanimoto immediately took out his phone and called Eldest Miss Qiao, Qiao Hui. As Eldest Young Master Qiao was with them for dinner and had been seriously injured, they felt a responsibility to inform, even though it wasn't entirely their fault.

At that moment, Eldest Miss Qiao, Qiao Hui, was chatting with Zhong Ping at the Decade Café not far from Dihao.

"Ahui, how is your sister's health now?"

"Oh, it's getting worse. Last time we went for a check-up at the hospital, the oncology specialist said there was a trend of deterioration and advocated for immediate surgery to remove her breast, but Qiao Zhi, she disagreed… Ah, my sister, she's too beautiful and too vain,"

"I understand, what woman doesn't love beauty... especially since Qiao Zhi is so young," Zhong Ping sighed, then asked, "Have you tried treatment abroad?"

"We have, but it was useless. All that hassle only made Qiao Zhi weaker and weaker…," Qiao Hui said helplessly.

"Oh…" The mere thought of the frail Qiao Zhi made Zhong Ping sigh deeply.

"By the way, Sister Ping, how is your stomach condition?"

"It's healed," Zhong Ping happily declared.

"Really? That's great news. Which hospital did you go to?" Qiao Hui asked, surprised and curious. Although stomach issues aren't deadly, healing them is not easy.

That question caught Zhong Ping off guard. Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't instructed her whether she could share his "Qigong" with others, so she hesitated slightly... "Well, I didn't go to the hospital. I just met a Qigong master... He can heal with Qigong."

"A Qigong master? Who is it?" Since her sister's illness, Qiao Hui was particularly sensitive to any mention of good doctors or divine healers, still hoping for a non-surgical cure for her sister's condition.

Zhong Ping evasively replied, "He's just a friend of mine..."

Sensing Zhong Ping's reluctance, Qiao Hui frowned slightly, clearly displeased, "Sister Ping, why are you being so secretive with me? Could your friend possibly be a national agent?"

"Well, no, that's not it." In fact, Zhong Ping had thought about asking Wang Xiaoqiang to try treating Qiao Zhi with Qigong, but she wasn't sure if Wang Xiaoqiang would agree to help, so she didn't dare to be too presumptuous by mentioning his name outright.

"Sister Ping, please, just tell me," Qiao Hui, usually poised and dignified, suddenly acted like a naïve little girl, grabbing Zhong Ping's hands and coquettishly pleading before her.

Zhong Ping internally weighed her options. Qiao Hui was also a powerful businesswoman, and with Eldest Young Master Qiao, Qiao Xiaotian, incapable of supporting the Qiao family business, Qiao Ronghuan had no choice but to leave the business in his eldest daughter's hands.

As Zhong Ping's business expanded in the Provincial Capital, her senior peers in the business community had advised her to maintain a good relationship with the Qiao family, or else she would have no chance at success. Remembering this advice, Zhong Ping, as a woman, naturally started by building a rapport with Qiao Hui.

Seeing Zhong Ping's friendly overtures, Qiao Hui also wanted to connect with this powerful woman, learn from her business experience, and also partner with her, so the two gradually became acquainted.

However, Zhong Ping was well aware that there were no friends in business. Her relationship with Qiao Hui was merely that of business partners, and any real sentiment was just a fragile bond between powerful women, which could easily break with the slightest carelessness.

Although Zhong Ping's businesses were flourishing everywhere and she didn't care much about one city's market share, the market share in the Provincial Capital was significant and was the base of Holiland, and she didn't want to lose it over a minor friction.

After weighing it out, Zhong Ping finally said, "It's someone named Wang Xiaoqiang."

"Wang Xiaoqiang?…"

To Qiao Hui, the name Wang Xiaoqiang sounded somewhat rustic and didn't connect with grandmasters or great masters, but she knew Zhong Ping wouldn't deceive her and responded eagerly, 'Sister Ping, can you contact him for me...'

"Right now?" Zhong Ping asked, surprised.

"Yes, have him come and meet us," Miss Qiao lowered her stance unusually, "I can go to him too! As long as he doesn't mind."

If an uninformed person heard this, they would definitely think that the renowned Miss Qiao, often referred to as "Big Qiao," had suddenly become lovesick.

As Zhong Ping was feeling awkward, Qiao Hui's phone rang. Seeing it was a call from President Tanimoto, she was initially reluctant to answer but, after frowning slightly, felt compelled to answer it.

President Tanimoto, Tanimoto Ichiro, was the president of Japan Tanimoto Trading, one of the Qiao family's key business partners, and not someone they could afford to offend lightly. Therefore, Qiao Hui couldn't neglect him and had to answer the call first. (To be continued. If you like this story, please visit qidian.com to vote and support the author. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)

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