Chu Liang was choked by him with one hand, suddenly unable to breathe, his vision darkened, and he felt dizzy.

A group of second-generation rich kids rushed over, wanting to approach Yang Fei, yet they didn't dare.

Everyone watched Yang Fei from afar, chattering and trying to persuade him.

"It's just a woman, we're all from the same circle, don't damage the harmony."

"Colonel Yang, I'm saying this for your own good. You really don't need to offend the Chu Family and the Yang Family. Such a bright future could be ruined."

"Damn it, what are you doing? If you don't let go of Chu Liang, I'll call the police."

...

A group of pretentious second-generation rich kids stood far away, chattering and squabbling.

Yang Fei didn't care, lifting Chu Liang high above his head with one hand, and strode toward the yard gate.

Among these people, only Susu could reluctantly try to keep Yang Fei.

However, this classical beauty remained silent, her eyes fixed on Yang Fei, detached from the situation.

Just as Yang Fei was about to step out of the yard's doorway, a calm voice came through.

"Such audacity, put down the young master of the Chu Family!"

Yang Fei's heart tightened.

This voice wasn't loud, yet to Yang Fei's ears, it was as resonant and imposing as a great bell.

This was clearly someone from the Internal Sect.

He quickened his pace and rushed toward the passageway of the doorway.

At that moment, an extremely powerful palm strength attacked head-on.

Yang Fei countered with the Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand, meeting the attack with a palm strike.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Yang Fei's footsteps trembled slightly, his Qi-Blood stirred, and he was surprised.

The opponent's Martial Arts Realm was that of a Gan Strength Super God expert.

Indeed, this Capital City was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, truly extraordinary.

In the passageway of the doorway, a man in his forties with a horse face and stably trimmed stubble stepped back unsteadily.

He only felt his chest boil with Qi-Blood, instinctively covering his mouth, fearing a mouthful of blood would spurt out.

The man barely suppressed the boiling Qi-Blood, avoiding vomiting blood, yet he was utterly shocked.

This man's attack just now was already at full strength, but the opponent easily almost knocked him down with a single palm.

Such a monster, across the world, could be counted on one's fingers.

Yang Fei knew the person was extraordinary, gripping Chu Liang's throat with one hand, standing steady and ready.

The middle-aged horse-faced man, having tried a palm with Yang Fei, also recognized Yang Fei's might, adjusted his breathing, and slowly walked in.

Seeing this horse-faced middle-aged man, many were exclaiming.

"It's actually Little Martial God Zhou Lin stepping in, amazing!"

"Damn, this legendary figure has finally shown his true face."

"The Chu Family could actually bring in Little Martial God, their influence is not to be underestimated."

...

Amid the crowd's discussions, the horse-faced man slowly approached Yang Fei.

His eyes were like a hawk's, glaring at Yang Fei.

"I am Zhou Lin. Please, Brother Yang, give some respect and release the Chu family's young master. Whatever the matter, come at me."

Yang Fei saw that although this person looked ugly, his Essence Qi was concealed within and not released, extremely formidable.

He let out a faint snort: "I don't know you."

"But seeing that you are also a figure of note, I'll advise you, the young master's petty matters, you cannot handle."

"And this matter is of great significance, it's absolutely not something you can bear."

Zhou Lin faintly smiled.

"Although I'm just a mere warrior, I still have some reputation within this circle."

"I am confident that no matter how big the issue is, I can handle it. I ask Brother Yang to give some respect."

After Zhou Lin spoke, a large group of young men and women emerged from behind him, echoing his words.

"Master's divine skills are vast, there's nothing in this Capital City he can't handle, surnamed Yang, you better be sensible."

"He's really arrogant, my master could dismiss you with just one little finger!"

"No need for master to do it himself, I'll handle this brat!"

...

Behind Zhou Lin, a group of young men and women chattered away, all calling Zhou Lin "Master" with extremely arrogant demeanors.

Yang Fei immediately understood that these disciples of Zhou Lin were all a bunch of second-generation rich kids.

And Zhou Lin was akin to a martial arts instructor from the Ming and Qing dynasties, navigating between high-ranking families.

Such people often had extensive social connections, widely accepting disciples, and were well-known among the nobility, no wonder he could speak so boastfully.

Yang Fei wanted to take Chu Liang away, but was repeatedly obstructed.

And this Chu Liang was connected to the case of the Evil Dragon leak, Yang Fei's anger couldn't be contained.

At this moment, seeing this fellow blocking him, and the group of kids chattering, his anger surged.

He slowly extended a hand, speaking calmly.

"Respect isn't given by others, but earned by oneself. Let's see if you can take one of my palms."

As soon as Yang Fei said this, Zhou Lin's expression changed dramatically.

He was already a Gan Strength Super God top expert, ranking in the top three in this dragon and tiger hidden Capital City.

In the minds of ordinary disciples, he was an Immortal and Buddha-like extraordinary figure.

Despite this man's prowess, Zhou Lin felt confident he could withstand at least one palm, but the boast he made caused Zhou Lin to completely lose it.

However, Zhou Lin was extremely cunning.

Though raging inside, he kept his face expressionless, maintaining a courteous demeanor.

He let out a chuckle.

"It's good for young people to have confidence, but without strength, it becomes arrogance!"

Just as Zhou Lin finished speaking, his disciples behind him reacted, shouting one after another.

"He's really damn arrogant, is this guy insane?"

"He thinks he's the Buddha himself, doesn't know the height of the sky!"

"He'll soon realize how ridiculous his words are!"

...

Yang Fei let out a slight cold chuckle, tightly gripping Chu Liang's throat, looking calmly at Zhou Lin.

"Make your move, don't worry, at most young master will cripple you, he won't kill you."

Zhou Lin was so angry he burst into laughter: "Haha, let's see who cripples whom!"

As he spoke, he merged his palms, and a vortex-shaped Gang Wind appeared out of nowhere.

The Gang Qi rapidly spun into a tornado, then fiercely rushed toward Yang Fei.

Such Kung Fu, in the eyes of ordinary people, was already akin to an immortal calling wind and rain.

Countless people were dazed and gasped in exclamation.

Yang Fei chuckled, not loosening his grip on Chu Liang's throat, shouted, and leaped forward.

Seeing the Gang Qi tornado of Zhou Lin about to tear Yang Fei into pieces, Yang Fei's figure swayed and narrowly avoided it by a hair's breadth.

Boom!

Zhou Lin's Gang Qi tornado swept over a plum tree.

With a burst sound, a beautifully shaped plum tree exploded into fragments and withered leaves scattered across the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Ordinary people couldn't even imagine that human power could reach such a level.

At this moment, Yang Fei had already lunged at Zhou Lin, with a Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, overwhelmingly pressed down.

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