The vast general manager's office was dead silent. Who would have thought someone would so brazenly brandish a gun?

"Are you deaf, or just mute?" Yang Hu looked down at Wang Han, baring his teeth in a grin.

Wang Han kept his head down, remaining silent.

BANG!

Yang Hu kicked out, sending Wang Han flying across the floor until he slammed heavily into the wall. He clutched his abdomen with both hands, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

Wang Han's entire face was twisted in pain. His body curled up, spasming uncontrollably.

PAH!

Yang Hu spat viciously. "You think you can do whatever you want just because you have a little power?" he said coldly. "Do you really think you're the Heavenly King?"

Yang Hu turned and asked Chen Yang, "Boss, should we kill this piece of trash?"

Zheng Xiaoman and everyone else were speechless. A tense silence fell over the room.

HUFF! HUFF!

Zheng Xiaoman took two deep breaths and hurriedly tugged on Chen Yang's sleeve. "Let's... let's just let it go! Hongli Machinery has already resumed their supply, so it won't affect our production."

She was afraid, thoroughly terrified by Chen Yang's cold indifference and ruthlessness.

However, before Chen Yang could speak, two people walked in from outside: a middle-aged man and a gaunt old man.

The middle-aged man was none other than Wang Han's father, Wang Bo, the chairman of the Tianhe Pharmaceutical Group.

Wang Bo swept his gaze across the room. When he saw Wang Han's condition, his deep, sharp eyes narrowed. He stared at Yang Hu and said grimly, "Did you just say you were going to kill someone?"

"Yes!" Yang Hu replied earnestly. "As soon as my boss gives the nod, I'll take care of him immediately!"

Wang Bo's gaze darkened as he abruptly turned to Chen Yang. In the spacious room, aside from Yang Hu holding two guns, Chen Yang was the only other unfamiliar man. Who else could be the boss?

"Kid, do you know who I am?" Wang Bo asked, his expression somber.

Chen Yang shook his head, then asked in return, "And do you know who I am?"

Wang Bo was at a loss for words, as was the rest of the crowd. This guy is so arrogant!

"Dad, kill them! Help me kill them!" Wang Han, who had been ashen-faced just a second ago, suddenly found a burst of energy, roaring ferociously, "I want every single one of them dead!"

Jiang Yihai and the other security personnel all began to sneer. Who was the gaunt old man following closely behind Wang Bo? He was a top-tier Fist Master who had reached the seventh stage! With him here, what good were guns? So what if they had defeated a fifth-stage Fist Master? They were all as good as dead!

Yet, a gunshot rang out.

BANG.

Accompanied by the deeply penetrating sound, a bloody hole exploded in Wang Han's thigh, and blood gushed out.

"Aaagh..." Wang Han screamed in agony, his entire body writhing violently on the ground like a severed earthworm.

"Utter one more word of nonsense, and see if I don't blow your head off," Yang Hu said coldly, glancing at Wang Han.

"You're courting death!" Wang Bo's eyes bulged with fury as he gritted his teeth. He had been in the business world for many years but had never met someone so brazenly arrogant! Shooting Wang Han right in front of him... what kind of disrespect was this?

"Elder Huo, take him out!"

Already poised for action, Elder Huo shot forward. The air around him trembled, vibrating with a sharp whine. He was more than three times faster than Jiang Yihai. Most people could only catch a fleeting glimpse of his shadow.

All at once, it was as if a fierce wind swept through the room, carrying a bone-deep chill.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

The surrounding people turned pale with fright and scrambled backward.

"Boy, do you think holding a couple of guns makes you unstoppable?" Elder Huo scoffed as he reached for Yang Hu's neck. "Within seven steps of me, those two guns are no better than fire pokers."

BOOM!!

The air seemed to rip apart. His five curved fingers, like talons forged from steel rebar, were both powerful and sharp.

However, to the astonishment of Elder Huo and everyone else, Yang Hu actually holstered his gun. Instead of retreating, he advanced, raising his fist to meet Elder Huo's outstretched claw.

Is... is this guy insane? He's putting away his gun to take on Elder Huo with his bare fists? He's practically asking to die!

In the blink of an eye, fist met claw.

BANG.

The collision was like a clap of earth-shaking thunder, sending booming sound waves rippling outward.

CRACK!

Elder Huo's entire arm shattered on impact, and he was sent stumbling back several steps. With each step he took, the marble floor cracked beneath his feet.

BOOM!!

Elder Huo crashed into the solid wood coffee table, smashing it to pieces before collapsing to one knee on the floor.

PFFT!

A startling spray of blood erupted from his mouth and nose. He looked utterly drained.

"This..." Everyone froze, their eyes wide with horrified disbelief. How... how is this possible? That's a seventh-stage Fist Master!

Wang Bo and his son, Wang Han, were especially stunned, their faces masks of pure disbelief.

Yang Hu unhurriedly picked his guns back up, tucking them one by one into his waistband. He said flatly, "Did you think I only know how to scare people with guns? I just prefer not to get my hands dirty."

Elder Huo and Wang Bo were speechless. What... who in the world *are* these people?

A series of sharp, hitched breaths could be heard throughout the room.

Wang Bo swallowed hard, staring intently at Yang Hu before his gaze shifted back to Chen Yang. If his subordinate is this powerful, then what about the boss himself?

Wang Bo had weathered many storms and had even lived on the edge of a blade. His pupils constricted to pinpoints as a tidal wave of shock churned within him.

After a long moment, Wang Bo asked in a grave voice, "Who... who exactly are you?"

The question was, of course, directed at Chen Yang.

But Chen Yang didn't even spare him a glance. He simply instructed Yang Hu, "Break another one of his legs."

"You dare!" Wang Bo glared, his voice frigid.

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wang Bo. It was just a single look. But it was the sharp, commanding gaze of an eagle, powerful enough to command mountains and rivers. It was the look of a king, one that could seize a person's very soul.

In that instant, the hair on Wang Bo's body stood on end. A chill spread through his limbs, and an immense pressure, as if a mountain had been dropped on him, made it impossible to breathe.

What... what kind of gaze was that?!

He instinctively tried to step back but was horrified to find his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, completely immovable.

Chen Yang withdrew his gaze and turned to leave. Zheng Xiaoman, a half-beat behind, hurriedly chased after him.

BANG!

Yang Hu stomped down, and the sound of Wang Han's shinbone shattering echoed in the room.

Wang Han's body went ramrod straight before he fainted.

Walking over to Wang Bo, Yang Hu patted his cheek. "Rein it in. Today was just a lesson. If there's a next time, I'll dismantle your entire Wang Family."

As Yang Hu left, Wang Bo could no longer support himself. He collapsed onto the floor, his entire body drenched in a cold sweat.

「Outside the Tianhe Pharmaceutical Group.」

Zheng Xiaoman hurried to catch up to Chen Yang. "Who... who exactly are you?"

"That's not important," Chen Yang said indifferently. "What's important is that you get the goods delivered to me tomorrow."

Zheng Xiaoman, however, stepped in front of Chen Yang to block his path. "I don't like owing people favors. Tell me, what do you want?"

Chen Yang was taken aback and couldn't help but glance at her.

She instinctively took a step back. "You'd better not make any outrageous demands," she said warily. "I won't agree to them!"

Chen Yang was speechless.

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