Yang Hu, who was casually chatting with Ren Tong in the living room, suddenly received a report that Chen Yang had killed someone at the Tihua Clubhouse. The primary purpose of the call was to confirm if someone was impersonating the Nine Gates Admiral.

After confirming that Chen Yang was indeed in Tianque City, the caller detailed the incident to Yang Hu.

"Sir Yang," the caller concluded, "I deduce that the Admiral has gone to find the instigator, Pan Xue. The Pan Family has considerable influence in Tianque City. Not only is Pan Yang a Fifth Rank Military General, but Pan Xue's second uncle is also the head of a city district."

"No wonder that bitch Pan Xue dares to be so reckless!" Yang Hu said coldly before asking, "Are there any other units in Tianque City?"

The caller understood Yang Hu's meaning. Since the city district was under the Pan Family's control, turning to them was not an option.

After a moment of contemplation, the caller said, "A unit of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards arrived some time ago. They seem to be training nearby, so perhaps..."

"That's enough, I understand!" Yang Hu interrupted and hung up.

Walking into the courtyard, Yang Hu had no intention of going to the Pan Family. Instead, he took out another mobile phone and dialed a short number.

"This is Yang Hu!"

After the call connected, Yang Hu stated directly, "The Nine Gates Admiral has encountered a little trouble and requires your support!"

"Have the Martial Department come over immediately!"

After receiving an affirmative response, Yang Hu hung up and bared his teeth in a grin. "You think you're influential? You want to use your power to pressure people? Fine, let's see who's stronger."

The Ten Thousand Martial Guards, as their name implied, were a special force belonging to the Martial Department but operating independently of its direct command. This unit had the authority to act first and report later, regardless of whether their target was a powerful official or a wealthy magnate.

Technically, even though Yang Hu was an Eighth Rank Military General, he had no authority to mobilize the Ten Thousand Martial Guards. However, everyone in the Martial Department knew that he was the Nine Gates Admiral's trusted confidant. On many occasions, Yang Hu's words represented the will of the Nine Gates Admiral.

Besides, this time the Admiral himself was in trouble. If they hadn't known, it would be one thing, but now that they were aware, it was their duty, both emotionally and rationally, to rush to his aid.

「A suburban area more than ten kilometers away」

"Assemble!"

A middle-aged man in a martial uniform put away his phone and shouted into his radio. He was Ji Ping, a Chiliarch of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards.

Despite being just a Chiliarch, even a Sixth Grade Military General from another division would have to be polite in his presence. The title of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards alone was enough to grant him an extraordinary status.

The usually calm and composed Ji Ping couldn't contain his excitement. To rush to the aid of the Zhennan Prince… what an immense honor!

In less than five minutes, over a hundred people had assembled. Everyone could sense that something significant was about to happen.

Calming himself, Ji Ping swept his gaze over everyone, his eyes gleaming as he shouted, "We've just received our orders! We are going to the aid of the Zhennan Prince!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment before their expressions turned to excitement. Are we about to meet that legendary figure?

"Depart!"

At Ji Ping's command, everyone quickly boarded the vehicles. Five canvas-covered trucks drove out of the suburbs under the cold moonlight, heading toward the center of Tianque City.

「The Pan Family Villa」

Hearing that Chen Yang refused to let the matter rest and was still intent on killing someone, Pan Hong's gloomy eyes flashed with bloodlust. He was completely enraged.

He had held a position of power for many years. Even after stepping down, who didn't greet him respectfully as Elder Pan? Furthermore, with his second son and Pan Yang entering the core of power within the Martial Department, the Pan Family's influence hadn't diminished after his retirement. In fact, it had grown even greater.

Yet today, someone had stormed his home and was threatening to kill someone?

Heh… Since when could the esteemed Pan Family be humiliated like this?

Pan Xue struggled up from the floor, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. She gasped for breath, leaning against a nearby table.

"Xue, are you okay?" her mother asked, rushing over with a pained expression.

Pan Xue shoved her mother away and said fiercely to Pan Hong, "Grandpa, I want you to destroy him!"

"I'm telling you, this isn't over!" Pan Xue bared her teeth in a crazed laugh, pointing at Chen Yang. "That old bastard Ren Tong, I'll strip him of everything until he's begging on the streets! And that woman, I'll sell her!"

It was an admission of pure evil.

Chen Yang paid her no mind, his expression as placid as an undisturbed lake. He asked curiously, "I'm very curious. How exactly did I offend you?"

"I just don't like the look of you! How's that? Is that reason enough for you?" Pan Xue shouted, her emotions in turmoil as she sneered. "A piece of trash like you, with no strength and no backing, dares to charge into my home!"

Pan Hong remained silent, allowing Pan Xue to vent. Although she was the one at fault, she was still his granddaughter. Seeing her beaten like this, how could he not be furious?

Chen Yang stopped pondering the cause. It didn't matter. Since she had provoked him today, she was going to die.

"Apologize, and I'll settle the rest with Old Ghost Ren!" Pan Hong finally spoke, his tone domineering as he sought to pin the blame on Ren Tong. Chen Yang's skill was impressive, and deep down, Pan Hong was somewhat intimidated.

He was trying to de-escalate the situation and keep the peace, as his reputation was on the line. At the same time, he was offering Chen Yang a way out.

But Chen Yang simply smiled and shook his head. "I already told you. This woman must pay the price today!"

Pan Hong fell silent.

A chilling Yin Evil Qi violently erupted from him, roiling intensely. Killing intent flared within him.

The next second, footsteps rushed in as two voices, one after another, echoed from the entrance.

"What audacity, causing trouble in my Pan Family's home!"

Soon, a middle-aged man and a younger man of about thirty walked into the villa side by side. The young man wore casual clothes, his hair was cut short, and his tiger-like eyes blazed with a sharp glint.

Pan Yang. Fifth Rank Military General. He was a member of the younger generation of whom Pan Hong was immensely proud.

Accompanying Pan Yang was Pan Xue's second uncle, Pan Zhuohai. Not yet fifty, he was already the director of a Martial Department district, wielding considerable power.

"Brother, Second Uncle!" Pan Xue cried out, rushing toward them. With her tear-streaked, miserable face and her visible injuries, she was a pitiable sight that would move any onlooker. Her vulnerable appearance made it hard to believe she was such a venomous woman.

"Who was it?" Rage flared in Pan Yang's heart, his eyes filled with distress and fury. This is my beloved sister… and someone hurt her like this?

His gaze locked onto Chen Yang. "You've got the guts of a bear and a leopard!"

"As a commander of the Martial Department, you're this quick to take sides? Without even asking for a reason?" Chen Yang said, glancing at him lightly.

"To hell with the reason!"

Chen Yang was left speechless.

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