Yang Hu walked closer and patted the twisted, deformed coffin. "The quality of this coffin is indeed poor, but for your son, it's more than enough."

His words were utterly outrageous. What was Yuan Qingyun's status? Even if he were buried in a coffin made of golden nanmu wood, it would have been only proper. To use such a decrepit coffin… wasn't this a deliberate insult?

At once, the surrounding guests wore peculiar expressions as they watched to see what would happen next. This man's words were laden with meaning, giving them much to ponder. Invited? So, is he from the Qin Corporation, or is he the murderer? And he keeps mentioning a 'Boss'... who is this 'Boss'?

"Hmph!" Yuan Tiance snorted. "Who on earth are you? How dare you treat my Yuan Family with such contempt?"

"Old man, don't be so arrogant. You should know why you're still alive and standing here," Yang Hu said casually, one hand resting on the coffin and the other holding a cigarette. He glanced sideways at Yuan Tiance.

"You..." Yuan Tiance laughed, furious. The other party was the arrogant and presumptuous one! Bringing a coffin was one thing, but to insist that Yuan Qingyun be buried in *it*? How audacious!

Yuan Tianlong stopped Yuan Tiance and asked grimly, "Are you saying that you killed my Qingyun?"

At this, everyone perked up their ears. They held their breath and waited for Yang Hu's answer. Based on the conversation so far, it had to be him.

"No, no, no." Yang Hu waved his hand, then pointed deliberately at Yuan Tiance. "If it were me, your son wouldn't be the only one lying in the memorial hall right now."

The implication was clear: if he had acted, Yuan Tiance would be dead as well.

His words could not have been more domineering. He clearly had no regard for the entire Haoyu Group.

Yuan Qingshan, who stood nearby, immediately seethed with anger. This was arrogance on an unimaginable scale. But before he could speak, Yang Hu continued, "My Boss spared his life for one reason: to have him inform you that you must attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Qin Corporation's new pharmaceutical plant."

"And that," he added, "is the second reason I'm here today."

Yang Hu swept his gaze over them, his eyes finally landing on Yuan Tianlong. "Do you understand?"

Yuan Qingshan was the first to react. With a wave of his hand, he led a dozen Fist Masters—tasked with maintaining order—to charge toward Yang Hu, ready to tear the outrageously arrogant man to pieces.

He killed my brother, yet instead of kneeling for mercy, he comes here issuing orders? What does he take the Haoyu Group for? Does he think the Yuan Family is a bunch of pushovers? We'll have to show him some real strength!

Yang Hu drew a pistol and stuck the cigarette between his lips. Through a cloud of smoke, he squinted and slowly racked the slide, chambering a round.

CLICK!

Yuan Qingshan and the Fist Masters all froze, their eyes fixed on the gun in horror.

Yang Hu waved the pistol casually, his eyes narrowing to slits. "What's the matter?" he asked in a chilling tone. "You want more people to die today?"

HISS!

A collective gasp echoed through the hall. Who on earth is this man? No wonder he dared to bring a coffin to an occasion like this. Involuntarily, all eyes turned to Yuan Tianlong, the Chairman of the Haoyu Group, waiting to see how he would handle this.

"Qingshan, come back!" Yuan Tianlong said, remaining composed. He gestured for his son to return before staring at Yang Hu. "Who is your Boss?"

Just a lackey, yet so arrogant.

"You're not qualified to know," Yang Hu said dismissively.

Yuan Tianlong was left speechless. So was everyone else. The arrogance was simply off the charts.

Who is Yuan Tianlong? He's a leading pharmaceutical magnate, a titan of industry! And he isn't even qualified to know who this man's Boss is?

Yuan Tianlong laughed, his face contorted with fury. "Kid, I don't care who you are. This is my son's funeral! You don't get to run wild here!"

"Enough of this nonsense. Use the coffin," Yang Hu urged impatiently. "I don't have all day to waste on you."

"You insolent whelp!" Yuan Tianlong narrowed his eyes, his rage boiling over. He was about to order an old man behind him to act when his gaze swept past Yang Hu and landed on a van parked outside the gate.

The van, which seemed to be passing by, had now stopped. At the same time, everyone else followed Yuan Tianlong's gaze toward the unremarkable vehicle. A moment later, the driver's side window slowly lowered just a crack.

A pair of eyes and the upper half of a face were revealed to the onlookers. The man's features were unclear, but his eyes were sharp to the extreme—a soul-shattering gaze that sent a chill down everyone's spine. The eyes glanced impassively at Yuan Tianlong.

BUZZ!

It was as if a bomb went off in Yuan Tianlong's head. Caught completely off guard, he reached up to his forehead and wiped away beads of cold sweat.

What... what kind of gaze was that? Could it really be him?

Yuan Tianlong's heart pounded with lingering fear, his rage rapidly fading. If it's really him... then this man is a truly formidable figure, anything but ordinary.

The window rolled back up, and the van slowly drove away.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Unable to withstand the psychological shock of that fleeting glance, Yuan Tianlong staggered back three steps. His entire presence seemed to deflate before their very eyes. In just a few seconds, he looked as if he had aged ten years.

As the Chairman of the Haoyu Group, what kind of people had he not met? And yet, that single gaze, with its murderous chill, had been enough to nearly shatter his Divine Spirit. That gaze was like something carved by a knife and chiseled with an axe, branding itself into his mind, never to be forgotten. It was an Eagle-Eyed stare, yet it held no obvious killing intent or harsh warning. It was simply the gaze of a pair of lifeless eyes. The coldness they radiated was pure, like the edge of a blade. It made his blood run cold.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, revealing a person's true nature. And what he perceived could be summed up in a single creed: Life is as worthless as weeds; kill when one must.

"Dad, what... what's wrong?" Yuan Qingshan asked, rushing to his father's side when he noticed the drastic change.

Yuan Tianlong waved a hand, utterly drained. "Have someone take the coffin."

"What?!" Yuan Qingshan was stunned. "Dad, you're not actually going to listen to him, are you? You're going to let Qingyun be buried in this piece of junk?" He continued, "Are you doing this just because of a single glance from the man in that van?"

Yang Hu said nothing more and turned to leave.

"Tiance, go. Have them carry the coffin."

With a look of bitter defeat, Yuan Tianlong turned to Yuan Qingshan. "Qingshan, I'll have someone buy you a plane ticket. I want you to leave the country tonight."

Faced with imminent disaster, he had to prepare for the worst.

Yuan Qingshan looked as if he had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world. "Dad, what exactly are you afraid of?"

"There's no reason. I just don't want the Yuan Family line to be extinguished!"

Yuan Qingshan was speechless.

"Your brother is already dead. I can't let anything happen to you."

Yuan Qingshan was defiant, his frustration turning to anger. "Dad! With your status and the power of our Haoyu Group, why would we fear a piece of trash like him? To me, you've always been like a god! How can you make such a ridiculous decision now?"

Yuan Tianlong heaved a long sigh. Whether it's an individual or a powerful organization, if you aren't omnipotent, you will eventually meet your match.

"I was indeed terrified by that gaze," Yuan Tianlong said with a wretched smile. "But do you understand? A gaze like that can only be forged by someone who has killed countless people, someone who has waded through blood and bones for more than a decade."

"I'm not afraid!"

Yuan Tianlong continued, "I'm afraid he's killed more people than you've ever seen in your life!"

Yuan Qingshan fell silent.

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