Everyone was stupefied, all staring at Chen Yang as if he were a fool.

Ask Zhong Yuan to call his dad? Did this guy really come here so naively, not knowing that Zhong Yuan's father is an Eighth Rank Military General?

"HA HA!" After a brief moment of shock, Zhong Yuan burst out laughing. Tilting his head, he placed a hand by his ear and asked earnestly, "I didn't quite hear you. Could you say that again?"

Lu Jingyuan and the group of men in black all smirked, staring at Chen Yang with disbelief.

They had, of course, all heard about Chen Yang's exploits. It was said that he was incredibly formidable and had recently been on a rampage in Lingjin City, becoming a figure revered by thousands.

But looking at him now, why does he seem like such a fool? Or does he think that just because he's a superior Sixth Grade Military General, he can roam unopposed and sweep away all rivals, looking down on everyone? Heh... what a joke.

"You look the part, but who knew you were deaf?" Yang Hu took a stalk of grass from his mouth and waved it in his hand. "Prick up your dog ears and listen closely! My Boss said to call your dad and tell him to get here in half an hour!"

The moment he spoke, the scene fell deathly silent.

He actually dared to curse someone? To openly insult Zhong Yuan. This guy has some serious nerve!

As for Zhong Yuan, his face visibly darkened. His scorching gaze, like two deep pools or a pair of icy daggers, was nailed to Yang Hu. The men behind him also wore grim expressions, their eyes filled with killing intent. Without a doubt, if Zhong Yuan gave the order, they would charge forward and tear Yang Hu to shreds.

However, facing these glares, Yang Hu acted as if he saw nothing. He raised his arm to check his watch and grinned, baring his teeth. "Listen up, punk. You have twenty-seven minutes left. You'd better hurry."

This time, it wasn't just Zhong Yuan and his men who were incensed; even the surrounding onlookers grew angry, unable to stand it any longer. Because of Zhong Yuan's smear campaign against the Qin Corporation and his rousing words, the people present had come to see the company as the epitome of evil capitalism. Combined with the Zhong Family's status in Lingjin City, they naturally developed an instinctive bias. Seeing Yang Hu's arrogance and bravado now, the anger in their hearts flared up.

"You damn piece of trash, who do you think you're talking to? I order you to kneel and apologize to Young Master Zhong right now!"

"Know your place and hand over the formula to Young Master Zhong Yuan immediately!"

Some of the more hot-tempered individuals began to shout in support of Zhong Yuan, their faces stern and their voices icy.

Yang Hu didn't spare them a single glance, his gaze fixed indifferently on Zhong Yuan.

"Go. Take him out first," Zhong Yuan ordered Lu Jingyuan without another word.

"Yes, Young Master."

Lu Jingyuan nodded slightly. With his hands behind his back, he took a slow step forward.

It was an ordinary step, but as it landed, it unleashed a ferocious gale.

SWOOSH!

The wind swept through, kicking up clouds of yellow dust. Even the nearby cars shook violently, looking as if they could be overturned at any moment. As for the surrounding crowd, they fell row by row like wheat before a scythe. Every last one of them stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, as if they had seen a ghost!

This... That was just one step! How could it have so much power?

HISS!

Everyone gasped in unison. As a palpable sense of dread washed over them, they all turned to look at Chen Yang and Yang Hu, their eyes filled with pity and sympathy.

Chen Yang was strong, they knew, but they had never seen it with their own eyes. The power Lu Jingyuan displayed, however, felt like it could tear their very bodies apart. And that was just from a single step. What would happen if he truly began to fight?

There's no way Chen Yang can withstand that!

"You're incredible!" Yang Hu grit his teeth, barely withstanding the gale's impact, his face deathly pale. Before a Twelfth Stage master, the gap in their power was immense. He stopped trying to hold his ground and quickly retreated behind Chen Yang.

This scene nearly made several people laugh out loud. Just a moment ago, he was acting so arrogant he could touch the sky, and now he was scurrying away with his tail between his legs. It was a complete joke.

Zhong Yuan sneered and gestured to one of the men in black beside him. The man immediately stepped forward, offered him a cigarette, and lit it with a match. Zhong Yuan took a deep drag, leaned casually against the car, and watched the scene before him with a smug look.

WHOOSH!

Lu Jingyuan lunged forward, his right hand shooting out in a punch aimed straight for Yang Hu. It seemed he intended to finish Yang Hu off first. The furious wind from his fist seemed to tear the very air apart. The surrounding crowd retreated again and again, their faces etched with horror.

Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!

At that same moment, Chen Yang raised his hand and flicked it forward gently. To be precise, his wrist merely twitched, but a faint, purple-gold light shot out from it.

What?!

One second, Lu Jingyuan wore a cruel smirk; the next, his pupils shrank and the hair on his body stood on end.

This... this is... the Thirteenth Stage? The Thousand-Faced Yama?! In an instant, his mind turned to mush, and his body froze stiff.

But a man who had reached the Twelfth Stage was, after all, no ordinary person. The moment his eyes registered the purple-gold light, he instantly tried to stop and leap to the side. However, how could he possibly evade an attack from the Thousand-Faced Yama, even a casual one?

BOOM!

A hammer weighing ten thousand pounds seemed to smash into Lu Jingyuan's chest. With his ribs shattered, he vomited a massive mouthful of blood. His entire body was launched into the air, flying backward until it smashed violently into a car's windshield, leaving the top half of his body dangling inside the vehicle.

Instantly, everyone was petrified. Only their terrified, quivering eyes remained animated.

PLOP.

The cigarette Zhong Yuan had just put in his mouth dropped to the ground.

This... this is impossible! Who is Lu Jingyuan? He's a Twelfth Stage Fist Master! And the other guy just... flicked his hand? You wouldn't even shoo a fly like that, would you?

Gulping hard, he could no longer maintain his relaxed, carefree demeanor. His body snapped ramrod straight, and his nerves stretched taut as he stared intently at Chen Yang, looking at him as if he were a savage beast from primordial times.

Chen Yang patted his sleeves, glanced at his watch, and then slowly walked toward Zhong Yuan. "Less than twenty-five minutes left," he said nonchalantly.

Zhong Yuan: "..."

He instinctively tried to back away but slammed into the car door, his pale face trembling uncontrollably. As Chen Yang stood before him, Zhong Yuan forced himself to calm down and said coldly, "Do... do you know who my father is?"

"The Eighth Rank Military General, Zhong Qian."

Zhong Yuan: "..."

Everyone: "..."

So, he knew! The real question is, if he knew, how could he still be so audacious?

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