Qi Xiang's unwilling cries echoed relentlessly within the villa.

She had spent her whole life trying to cling to the powerful, yet she had missed her chance to become a true member of the upper class. The despair born from such a stark contrast was easy to imagine. However, it was all her own doing, so she could hardly blame anyone else.

WHOOSH!

With a flash of cold light, Qi Xiang fell to the ground, her heart still full of indignation.

"Right, you're all here to celebrate this woman's birthday?" Yang Hu turned and glanced at the other women. "You can change your clothes now. It's time for mourning."

The women: "..."

...

Outside the Meili Bay Villa, the group stood on the roadside waiting for a taxi.

Zhou Yufei hesitated for a long time before finally being unable to stop herself from saying, "Chen Yang, you're so bloodthirsty!"

"I've already held back a lot," Chen Yang said nonchalantly.

Zhou Yufei: "..."

"Besides, she deceived my father. I'll kill anyone who makes my father unhappy!"

Zhou Yufei was at a loss for words, completely unsure of how to respond.

This man... he's just too domineering!

After a moment, Zhou Yufei tilted her head up slightly, a proud look on her face. "You've killed for me, too."

Chen Yang shook his head with a smile.

「At the same time, in the Fan Family estate in Tianque City.」

In the courtyard gazebo, Fan Yuanjun sat opposite a tall, middle-aged man in a green robe.

"Family Head Fan, I wonder what this 300 million business you mentioned is all about?" the middle-aged man, Chu Jingyang, asked unhurriedly while holding a cup of tea.

As one of the four great King Kongs of the Martial Association, Chu Jingyang was permanently stationed in the Wanghai Road area, responsible for all matters in the entire district. Even though he held a high position, a business deal worth 300 million was not something he could refuse.

"Do you know Lu Wentao, the number one master of Tianque City?" Fan Yuanjun did not rush to answer, asking a question in return.

Chu Jingyang scoffed. "Number one master? What a joke. I could kill him with one hand."

"Excellent!"

Fan Yuanjun slapped his thigh. That was the exact response he had been waiting for. If this King Kong of the Martial Association had thought highly of Lu Wentao, there would have been no point in discussing this deal any further. After all, Lu Wentao was probably dead too.

Chu Jingyang said nothing, his expression unchanged, waiting for Fan Yuanjun to continue.

Fan Yuanjun's face was ashen. "My son was gravely injured by someone. Even if he survives, he'll be completely ruined, and he's my only son!" he said coldly. "I hope Lord Chu can help me kill this person."

Then, Fan Yuanjun gave Chu Jingyang a general summary of the situation, along with all the information they had on Chen Yang.

"A small problem," Chu Jingyang said, waving his hand dismissively. "This 300 million, how do you plan on paying?"

"Half in advance, the other half afterward."

Knowing the other party had agreed, Fan Yuanjun quickly gestured for his assistant to transfer the money. Just then, he received an update on Chen Yang's latest movements and location.

"He went to the station! It looks like he's trying to escape!"

Chu Jingyang slowly rose to his feet, clasping his hands behind his back. "Don't worry," he said confidently, "he can't escape."

"Without my permission, he can't go anywhere!"

This statement not only highlighted his own capabilities but also hinted at the Martial Association's influence in Tianque City.

Fan Yuanjun was overjoyed. He rose and cupped his fist. "Thank you, Lord Chu."

"A small matter."

Then, they set off for the station.

...

After leaving Meilin Bay Villa and seeing it was still early, Chen Yang went to Tianque City. Every time he went out, Chen Yang had the habit of bringing small gifts back for Qin Qiu. This time, of course, was no exception.

In a jewelry store, Chen Yang's eye was caught by a bracelet, and he instinctively asked Zhou Yufei, "Fairy, what do you think of this bracelet? Would it suit my wife?"

"Humph!"

Zhou Yufei snorted. "Chen Yang, are you doing this on purpose? Asking me to help you choose a gift for your wife?"

"Uh…" Chen Yang was taken aback and quickly gestured to the sales clerk. "Wrap this up for me."

"Certainly, sir!"

Zhou Yufei pointed at one of the necklaces. "Wrap this one up too."

"Of course, miss."

Chen Yang: "..."

Did I say I was going to buy her a gift? How is this any different from broad daylight robbery? This is outrageous!

But the words were already out, and with so many people in the store watching, Chen Yang couldn't take them back. He could only quietly go and pay the bill.

Zhou Yufei, on the other hand, was not shy at all and put the necklace on immediately. It had to be said, it looked quite good on her.

"Chen Yang, thank you for the gift. I really like it!" Zhou Yufei beamed, winking as she spoke.

Chen Yang rolled his eyes and replied irritably, "You're welcome."

"Hehe…"

Zhou Yufei giggled foolishly, her whole body shaking with laughter.

After wandering around for a while and buying some snacks, they headed toward the station. Zhou Yufei was still reveling in the moment, her laughter endless. There wasn't a trace of her usual proud and aloof demeanor; she was the very picture of a vibrant young woman. Her delicate face was brimming with sweetness.

For her, this was already enough; she was very satisfied. Just as she had said herself, her demands were not high at all.

Chen Yang and Zhou Yufei went to get the tickets, while Yang Hu went to find the station manager to report the contraband items he was carrying.

Just as they came out with the tickets, they were met by a group of tall, imposing men. The one in the lead was none other than Ji Ping, Chiliarch of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards.

Chen Yang frowned. "What brings you here?"

"We learned from Yang Hu that the Governor is leaving Tianque City today, so we came to see you off," Ji Ping said respectfully.

Despite being in casual clothes, he and his entourage immediately attracted countless glances. They were all tall and sturdily built, with resolute faces—clearly men of iron. Yet this group of men was treating a seemingly ordinary young man with such deference, a sight that truly baffled onlookers.

"You're all too kind," Chen Yang said with a smile.

No sooner had he spoken than a Range Rover screeched to a halt in the lane beside them. It was, of course, Fan Yuanjun and Chu Jingyang.

Fan Yuanjun glanced at a photo in his hand and then scanned the crowd. His cold, piercing eyes quickly locked onto Chen Yang. Then he strode over.

"Are you Chen Yang?" Fan Yuanjun asked coldly as he approached.

Hmm?

Ji Ping and the others all frowned and turned.

What kind of tone was that?

"All irrelevant personnel, scram!" Chu Jingyang suddenly ordered, clearing the area.

Ji Ping actually chuckled, asking with great interest, "And who might you be?"

"Chu Jingyang, one of the Eight King Kong of the Martial Association!"

Chu Jingyang stood with his hands behind his back, questioning him condescendingly, "And who are you? Did you not understand what I just said?"

"Ji Ping, Chiliarch of the Third Division of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards."

Chu Jingyang: "..."

Fan Yuanjun: "..."

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