After walking down the steps, Chen Yang turned and gave Qi Zhentian a look he would never forget for the rest of his life.

It was Eagle-Eyed, filled with a chilling intent to kill.

The glance lasted only a second, but Qi Zhentian felt as if an electric current had shot through him. He broke out in a cold sweat and nearly collapsed on the spot.

That gaze. Despite Qi Zhentian's wide experience, it was the first time in his life he had ever witnessed such a look. It held the might of an army, one that could command mountains and rivers with a single shout.

Then, a smile crept across Chen Yang's lips.

PHEW.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Qi Zhentian stared at Chen Yang's departing figure, his face ghastly as he was lost in thought.

On the crowded grounds, everyone stood frozen in place, their faces etched with disbelief.

What kind of occasion was this? The man had shown up, provoked Zhang Tianxiong, and publicly injured Zhao Qian. Logically, such a blatant offense against a Six-Bags Elder of the Martial Association should have cost him dearly, even if he were the Heavenly King himself. After all, the title of Six-Bags Elder was not just for show.

But what happened?

Not only did Chen Yang stroll away completely unharmed, but it was Zhang Tianxiong who ended up dead. The funeral he had arranged for his grandson had, in the end, become his own.

How utterly ludicrous.

"So domineering! To kill a Six-Bags Elder of the Martial Association just like that!"

"This isn't over! Brazenly killing Zhang Tianxiong like that is a huge slap in the face to the Martial Association. You think they'll let it go?"

"Whatever happens, we're in for an exciting show. Lingjin City has been quiet for many years, but it looks like things are about to get lively."

A Six-Bags Elder of the Martial Association, slain in public...

Knowing the Martial Association's methods, they would likely leave no stone unturned to find the killer.

The rain grew heavier, and the cold wind howled. Inside the hall, the unattended brazier roared, its flames catching the paper money and sending it flying with the wind, where it ignited the nearby White Banners and wreaths. A fire suddenly broke out. By the time anyone noticed, it had already spread to the hall's decorations, and it was too late to extinguish it.

Even with the intensifying downpour, by the time the fire was finally put out, the entire interior of the hall had been reduced to ashes.

Perhaps even the heavens felt that Zhang Zhi was undeserving of such a grand funeral.

In the VIP section, a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in gray brocade and clutching two walnuts in his hand, glanced in the direction Chen Yang had disappeared. He then stared at Zhang Tianxiong's rain-drenched body and sneered, "So this self-righteous old fool had this day coming after all."

However, he firmly committed the faces of Chen Yang and Yang Hu to memory.

People like that, whether reckless or hot-blooded, one thing is certain: they must be backed by an incredibly powerful force. Otherwise, how could they possibly exude such an aura of supremacy?

Though he was from the Kang Family, one of the four great families of Lingjin City, he was a naturally cautious man. How could he not grasp the true significance of today's events?

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, a Martial Guard Squad arrived, took control of the site, and sealed it off completely. Their roles were clearly defined: some collected Zhang Tianxiong's body, some maintained order, while the rest began to systematically approach the guests, demanding their phones to delete any photos and videos of the incident.

Everyone was stunned into silence once again.

At first, they assumed the squad was there to investigate Zhang Tianxiong's death. Now, it was obvious they were cleaning up the scene for those two young men, erasing all traces.

Who in the world were they?

Despite their confusion, no one dared to ask questions and simply complied obediently.

***

The funeral, which was supposed to last until noon, was abruptly canceled. Everyone leaving the cemetery was terrified and shaken, as if they had just seen a ghost.

Before long, all sorts of rumors began to spread through the city's undercurrents.

Someone had caused a disturbance at the funeral, and Zhang Tianxiong had been killed.

In an instant, every corner of the city was in an uproar.

Killing Zhang Tianxiong at Zhang Zhi's funeral?

This...

Everyone wanted to know just who was behind this. After all, this was an open challenge to the Martial Association.

Unfortunately, the news seemed to be under a tight lockdown. Only trivial gossip made the rounds, with not a single piece of information getting to the heart of the matter. People love drama, and this left them itching with unbearable curiosity, their interest piqued to an incredible degree.

Someone actually dared to challenge the Martial Association?

***

After leaving the cemetery, Chen Yang returned to the Qin Corporation.

In the sales department, quite a few people were discussing the funeral.

"Latest news! I heard the Martial Association's Six-Bags Elder, Zhang Tianxiong, was killed with a single finger poke from a doddering old man. What a tragic way to die!"

"..."

Chen Yang was dumbstruck when he heard this. I'm a civilized person, for goodness' sake. How could I do something so disgusting? As the saying goes, rumors are a frightening thing.

It was normal for a bit of juicy gossip to become completely distorted after being passed from one person to the next. Still, if it keeps spreading with this level of exaggeration, it might just turn into a myth.

Chen Yang decided to ignore it and settled comfortably at his desk. He leaned back and glanced toward Zhou Yufei's office. Through the blinds, he could vaguely see her sitting at her desk, carefully reviewing some documents.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. I was honestly worried that woman would do something irrational.

As he watched, Zhou Yufei suddenly looked up and shot him a fierce glare.

Holy shit!

Chen Yang was so startled he nearly fell out of his chair, his heart pounding like a drum.

Even after turning away, he could still feel her gaze boring into his back. Overcome with unease, he couldn't stay seated any longer and got up to leave.

After wandering around for a bit, Chen Yang found himself at the chairman's office.

Qin Qiu was busy. Chen Yang tiptoed over and said with a playful grin, "Honey, working hard? Let me make you a cup of tea."

Qin Qiu merely raised an eyebrow, glanced at him, and remained impassive.

"Honey, what happened yesterday was truly a misunderstanding. I asked Zhao Yinghu to look into it, and he found out Xu Shan from Heaven Star Holdings was the one causing trouble. He wanted that plot of land for an office building, so I went to talk to him!" Chen Yang said, handing the freshly made tea to Qin Qiu with a fawning expression. "Honey, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from people like Zhao Yinghu?" Qin Qiu asked coldly, not looking up.

Chen Yang was left speechless.

"So, according to you, it was Xu Shan's son, Xu Jing, whom you killed in the office yesterday? Is that it? Go on, tell me in detail how you killed him," Qin Qiu said, staring at Chen Yang with a mocking expression.

Chen Yang was speechless again.

"Nothing to say?"

"I... let me give you a neck massage. You look so tired," Chen Yang said shamelessly.

"Get out!"

Chen Yang fell silent.

Dejected, he had no choice but to turn and leave.

However, he was only halfway to the door when Qin Qiu called out, "My mom called earlier. Xiaomo left her dress at home. Mom's at a spa and can't deliver it, so I need you to take it to her."

She added, "It's on her bed, already packed in a bag."

Chen Yang's face lit up, and he scurried back to her desk. "So, honey, does that mean you've forgiven me?"

Qin Qiu said nothing, simply staring at him with the same impassive expression.

"..."

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