Outside Qiaoxi Sea Restaurant.

A Range Rover and three commercial vehicles sped onto the scene, screeching to a halt at the restaurant's entrance as the crowd looked on in terror.

A burly and sturdy young man, well over 1.9 meters tall, leaped down from the Range Rover. He was dressed in a martial uniform and boots, his tiger-like eyes flashing with a chilling light.

Wei Xingbo.

He was the eldest son of the Wei Family and Wei Shaoqiu's older brother.

Having once served in the Martial Department, he still loved wearing his old uniform and boots despite being retired for many years. His conduct was domineering and iron-fisted, swift and decisive. Less than fifteen minutes after Wei Shaoqiu's call, he had arrived with his men.

"Eldest Young Master Wei, who in the world would dare to harm the young master? They must have a death wish!" a young man with a black mole on his eyebrow asked coldly. He was part of a group of young men, all around the fifth rank in strength, who had just gotten out of the commercial vehicles and gathered around Wei Xingbo.

They were all Fist Masters, trained by the Wei Family as their deathsworn retainers.

"They say it's some good-for-nothing named Chen Yang who married into the Qin Family. His skills are passable; even Hu Yong was defeated by him," Wei Xingbo said simply, then asked, "When will my Third Uncle get here?"

"Soon. He left just a step behind us. He'll be here in a minute or two at most."

However, their conversation was overheard by a young man in a Hummer that had arrived just before them.

The young man raised an eyebrow. Hmm? Looks like they're here to cause trouble for my Boss.

That person was, of course, Yang Hu.

His men had received information that the pharmaceutical magnate Du Dingshan, his first plan having failed, was about to cause trouble for the Qin Corporation again. He had come to report the details to Chen Yang. He never expected to run into a group like this.

Yang Hu pushed his door open and strode toward them.

"Excellent!" Wei Xingbo slapped his thigh and grinned ferociously. "Once Third Uncle arrives, it's a done deal! Even if that guy grew wings, he wouldn't be able to fly out of here!"

"He dared to disrespect the Wei Family! We'll make him pay a heavy price!"

His words had barely faded when Yang Hu walked right up to them. "Are you here for Chen Yang?" he asked bluntly.

What the hell?! What's with the attitude?

Wei Xingbo and the others all frowned, their expressions darkening.

The young man with the black mole, Huang Yang, stepped forward. "And who might you be?" he said coldly.

"I asked if you are here for Chen Yang," Yang Hu repeated.

Huang Yang's anger flared. What is it with today? One blind fool after another keeps showing up. Do they really think the Wei Family is a pushover?

Wei Xingbo, however, held him back. "That's right," he said indifferently. "We're here for that little bastard. What of it? You seem to know him."

"What did you call him?" Yang Hu's eyes narrowed instantly.

"I said he's a little bastard. So what?" Huang Yang retorted, tilting his head in arrogance.

SLAP!

Yang Hu's hand shot out. God only knows how much force was behind that slap. Huang Yang was sent flying three or four meters away.

Yang Hu turned his head and stared at Wei Xingbo. "I was asking you."

Wei Xingbo: "..."

The others: "..."

GULP. Many of them swallowed hard.

Just who is this guy?

Wei Xingbo, however, remained relatively composed. After taking a deep breath, he said ominously, "Kid, do you know who I am?"

SLAP.

Yang Hu slapped him again.

Although Wei Xingbo tried to dodge, what good was it against a tenth-rank expert? With a loud crack, he stumbled back several steps before collapsing to the ground. His entire face began to swell at a visible rate.

Wei Xingbo was completely stunned, golden stars sparkling before his eyes.

"Do you think I care who you are?" Yang Hu said indifferently.

Wei Xingbo was utterly dumbfounded. I came to avenge my younger brother, but I got knocked to the ground before I even saw my enemy? Damn it all to hell!

After thoroughly wiping the blood from his own hand, Yang Hu glanced at Wei Xingbo. "Judging by your attire, you've served in the Martial Department?"

Wei Xingbo shook his head to clear it. He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, "Former Chiliarch of the Sixth Division of the Xingyun Martial District!"

"To make Chiliarch at your age is quite impressive," Yang Hu nodded, before returning to his original question. "What did you call him a moment ago?"

Visibly, the corner of Wei Xingbo's mouth twitched, and his fists clenched tightly.

This is too much! Since when can someone from the Wei Family be humiliated like this, time and time again?!

BOOM!

Yang Hu dashed forward, grabbing Wei Xingbo by the collar. Grinning and baring his teeth, he growled, "I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"

"Let go of me!" Wei Xingbo struggled desperately, roaring with fury. "I'm the Eldest Young Master of the Wei Family! Do you have any idea of the consequences if you dare to lay a hand on me?"

"Trying to intimidate me with your status?" Yang Hu laughed. "If that's the case, let's see who's got more clout."

With that, Yang Hu pushed Wei Xingbo away. He pulled a seal from his pocket and tossed it to him, grinning. "Since you were a Chiliarch, you must recognize this general's seal, right?"

The moment Wei Xingbo saw Yang Hu pull out the seal, his expression changed dramatically.

In the entire Martial Department, only a select few were qualified to possess such a seal. No matter which one of them it was, neither he nor the entire Wei Family could afford to cause offense. Especially not the most preeminent one of all.

The Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince!

Wei Xingbo hurriedly reached out to catch it. The palm-sized seal was unexpectedly heavy, like holding a solid piece of stone. He quickly flipped it over to look at the inscription.

*Guarding Hanyun Valley, the nation thrives and the people live in peace.*

BUZZ!

Wei Xingbo's eyes bulged in terror. The seal in his hand seemed to have transformed into a mountain, heavy enough to crush his spine.

Having served in the Martial Department, how could he not know who owned this general's seal?!

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

He staggered back several steps, his body trembling violently. He clung desperately to the seal, terrified of dropping it.

Yang Hu unhurriedly lit a cigarette. "So," he asked with a grin, "how does that compare to the Wei Family?"

"I... I..." Wei Xingbo's throat tightened as he stammered, "Are... are you the Zhennan Prince?"

"That would be the man inside," Yang Hu said, pointing a thumb toward the Qiaoxi Sea Restaurant. "The 'little bastard' you mentioned."

BOOM!

As if struck by lightning, Wei Xingbo's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the men around him changed drastically.

This... how in the world did we end up provoking a man like that?!

Just then, a Porsche SUV screeched to a halt nearby. A middle-aged man in his fifties jumped out before the car had even come to a complete stop.

"Xingbo, what's happened to you?"

The middle-aged man helped Wei Xingbo to his feet. Then, his icy gaze swept over to Yang Hu. "Is he that damned brat, Chen Yang?"

Wei Xingbo: "..."

Everyone: "..."

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