Chen Yang slapped the coffin lid open with one palm. With a slight exertion of his right hand, he tossed Qi Hao's corpse directly into the coffin.

"Hmm, this coffin is a bit large," Chen Yang said, shaking his head in dissatisfaction before nodding again. "But it doesn't matter. We can just pad it with something."

As he finished speaking, the hall plunged into an icy, deathly silence, so profound it felt like a barren wasteland.

Everyone held their breath, their pupils wide with terror, terrified of inadvertently provoking this being comparable to a Demon God.

This guy... was he here for more than just crashing the party?

Xiang Yang, who was acquainted with Chen Yang, along with Lin Ruolan and Yue Kang, were completely shocked by the scene unfolding before them.

He's an absolute devil, someone who must not be provoked.

Even Qi Zhentian, the foremost figure in Lingjin City, took several sharp breaths as he watched his grandson being disposed of so casually, struggling to suppress the turmoil in his heart. In all his decades, nothing like this had ever happened!

"My Qi Family has been established in Lingjin City for more than thirty years, ranking second among the eight great families. Do you truly understand the consequences of harming the direct line of my Qi Family?"

"You've killed my grandson. You're not leaving this hotel alive today!"

In the deathly stillness, Qi Zhentian, the man of the hour, finally spoke, breaking the silence. He appeared very calm, showing no signs of losing his composure to rage.

However, Chen Yang's expression didn't change in the face of his threats. He didn't even look up, simply continuing to meticulously wipe the blood from his hands.

Once his hands were clean, Chen Yang picked up his wine glass again and said indifferently, "There's no need to talk about a dead man. Besides, today we're only discussing Qin Donglai."

Qi Zhentian's heart pounded. A flicker of doubt crossed his somber face. This man's appearance was too sudden. Before today, everyone had assumed he was just a worthless freeloader. In reality, however, his actions were domineering and decisive. He was like a lake on the brink of a storm—calm on the surface, but concealing violent, surging waves beneath. For some reason, a sense of unease washed over Qi Zhentian.

"You're looking for death!"

"You posturing mutt! Do you think too highly of yourself? Or do you look down on my Qi Family? You dared to kill my second brother? I'll have you chopped to pieces and fed to the dogs today!"

Before Qi Zhentian could speak again, a young man in his mid-twenties rushed out, pointing at Chen Yang as he shouted coldly. He was Qi Feng, Qi Hao's younger brother and the third son of the Qi Family.

"Feng, stand down!" Qi Zhentian commanded.

"Grandfather, why are you wasting words on him? What makes him worthy of speaking to you?" Qi Feng retorted, ignoring the command. He waved his hand and ordered, "Everyone, get him! Chop this trash up! I'm going to feed him to the dogs!"

WHOOSH!

The Qi Family's security guards, who had been waiting in the corners of the hall, swarmed forward, rushing straight for Chen Yang.

Chen Yang shook his head in annoyance. He hated being disturbed when discussing important business.

BOOM!

With a sweep of his sleeve, the approaching group of guards was hit by a fierce gust of wind, sending them flying through the air. A huge roar, like a clap of thunder, echoed throughout the hall. It was followed by the sound of tables and chairs shattering and flying everywhere.

"What... what the..."

"He sent them flying just like that?"

What shocked everyone even more was that Chen Yang hadn't moved an inch.

Is he just swatting flies?

In an instant, everyone's pupils shrank once again, and they were left completely speechless.

Qi Feng's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously stumbled back several steps, his lips trembling.

"Can we discuss business now?" Chen Yang asked Qi Zhentian. He lowered his hand to rest it on the coffin while gently swirling the wine in his other, glancing at Qi Feng.

Qi Zhentian's heart skipped a beat, and his expression darkened several more shades.

So he really isn't a pushover!

"Of course, we can talk. How about we find another place?" Qi Zhentian finally said after a long pause. This was his birthday banquet, after all. Any further commotion would only bring complete disgrace upon the Qi Family.

"Why move? This place is great. There's wine, food, and music! Besides, you're the birthday boy. You must have put a lot of effort into these decorations, right?" Chen Yang gestured around the room. "Family Head Qi, what do you think?"

Qi Zhentian was silent.

The crowd fell silent.

This guy's arrogance is off the charts! He knows it's the man's birthday banquet, yet he brings a coffin and kills his grandson? This is pure bullying!

Qi Zhentian's lips twitched. He said in a deep voice, "What do you want to talk about?"

"How did Qin Donglai die?" Chen Yang asked.

The name Qin Donglai was mentioned again. Many people present knew of him. But hadn't the man known as a medical genius been conclusively determined to have died in a car accident? Why was his case being dredged up now? And why use his death to question the Qi Family?

What is he trying to do?

"How would an old man like me know how he died? Are you sure you're not asking the wrong person?" Qi Zhentian said lightly, his eyes flickering.

Chen Yang replied unhurriedly, "Since I came here, I'm obviously not mistaken. Old man, don't even think about arguing. It's useless."

Could it be... that he's already discovered the truth? Qi Zhentian's heart jolted. But after a moment's reflection, he found it inconceivable. This involves the Martial Association. With his power alone, what could he possibly do to them?

At this thought, he relaxed slightly. "As everyone knows, he died in a car accident. It was an unavoidable tragedy. I'd heard of his talent in medicine. It's truly a shame."

Chen Yang smiled. "As far as I know, your Qi Hao had a heated argument with Qin Donglai right before the incident. And the people who orchestrated the car crash were from the Martial Association! Coincidentally, on the day Qin Donglai died, your Qi Family was in frequent contact with the Martial Association's upper echelons!"

"And you're telling me Qin Donglai's death has nothing to do with your Qi Family?" Chen Yang laid his palm flat, his fingers tapping lightly on the coffin as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Qi Zhentian's heart clenched violently, and he was rendered speechless.

"Qin Donglai brought divine retribution upon himself and got hit by a car. What does that have to do with the Martial Association? Where did this mutt come from, daring to slander our association?"

Suddenly, an arrogant, unrestrained voice rang out. Of course, members of the Martial Association were also present at today's birthday banquet.

Zhang Zhi. The direct grandson of a Six-Bags Elder in the Martial Association, he was also the general manager assigned to the Qingqiu Dao region. To put it bluntly, he was just there to gild his resume and would be recalled to the Martial Association Headquarters in less than two years. He was arrogant and prideful, and few people ever caught his eye.

Chen Yang turned around, intrigued.

"What kind of organization is the Martial Association? Why would we stoop to doing something like that? Slandering the Martial Association... it seems you have a death wish!" Zhang Zhi sneered, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a wine glass.

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