Why was Du Dingshan so assertive today, coming across as if he wouldn't hesitate to burn all bridges? It was one thing to disregard the Qin Corporation, but more importantly, he had the backing of formidable strength.

At that moment, a coach bus pulled up downstairs. A group of martial artists in their prime streamed out and assembled in the square.

Passersby stopped in their tracks to watch, pointing and chattering amongst themselves.

"Who are these people? What a grand entrance."

"Tsk, they're all Fist Masters! What a show of force!"

"Are they all here for the Qin Corporation? Heh, that company really is cursed!"

It was clear these people were not from the Qin Corporation, which made their purpose obvious. After today, the Qin Corporation will probably cease to exist, won't it? Fifty Fist Masters, all Third Rank or higher... who in all of Lingjin City could possibly stand against them? What an overwhelming force, what ruthless methods!

Du Dingshan wiped the blood from his face. The sharp pain from his swollen cheek made him grimace, and his expression twisted with sinister hatred.

"SPIT!"

He spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor and sneered, "A minor company like the Qin Corporation? A piece of trash who only survived by marrying into the family? In my eyes, you're both nothing! And as for this contract, you'll sign it today whether you want to or not!"

Du Dingshan's gaze locked onto Chen Yang as he let out a wicked cackle. "As for you, you filthy garbage, I'll make you pay!"

Qin Qiu's body trembled as she subconsciously glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window. A menacing crowd had already assembled in the square below. Every single one of them had a murderous glint in their eyes.

HISS!

Qin Qiu gasped, her tear-streaked face turning deathly pale. The light in her eyes, already clouded by tears, dimmed until it was gone. This... this...

Chen Yang glanced at his phone. It was a message from Yang Hu saying he would be there in five minutes. He put his phone away, placed his hands on Qin Qiu's shoulders, and said softly, "Honey, it's going to be okay. I'm here. You don't need to worry."

Qin Qiu remained silent, shaking her head bitterly, her pale face a mask of despair. Chen Yang is skilled, yes. Du Dingshan's two bodyguards were no match for him. But there are fifty men downstairs! Fifty Fist Masters... what does that even mean?

Turning to Du Dingshan, Qin Qiu said, "Mr. Du, I'll sign the contract. And if you stop making things difficult for us, I'm willing to lower our share by another five percent as compensation."

"Qin Qiu, do you really think you're in any position to negotiate with me?" Du Dingshan laughed, his face contorting as he pointed a finger at Chen Yang. "This guy must die today! And you!" He turned his glare back to Qin Qiu. "Whether or not I'll deign to keep you as my dog depends entirely on my mood!"

"Mr. Du, you..." Qin Qiu started to speak, but Chen Yang stopped her. "Honey, there's no point talking to someone like him. Let me handle this."

With that, Chen Yang snatched the contract from the table and tore it to shreds.

"This..." Qin Qiu was stunned. "Chen Yang, you..."

"Boy, you're courting death!" Du Dingshan roared. How dare he tear up my contract?

Chen Yang stated indifferently, "Draft a new contract."

"Oh?" Du Dingshan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "And how do you propose we draft it?" He must be trying to save his own skin, ready to make even greater concessions. Heh... I have to admit, the kid is decisive. But what he doesn't know is that even if he offered me one hundred percent, it wouldn't save him from his fate! He dared to lay a hand on me. How can I possibly quell the rage and humiliation in my heart without killing him? He's so naive!

Chen Yang tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this: you will sign over all your distribution channels to the Qin Corporation."

Du Dingshan: "..."

Qin Qiu: "..."

Chen Yang continued, "That way, my wife won't have to go through the trouble of building new ones."

"HAHAHA!" After a long moment of stunned silence, Du Dingshan finally processed the words and burst out laughing. "Kid, are you dreaming? Hand over my distribution channels to him? The audacity!"

"So, what you're saying is, it's fine for you to come to the Qin Corporation and try to strong-arm us, but it's a dream for me to ask for your distribution channels?" Chen Yang asked coolly, standing directly in front of Du Dingshan.

"Yes!" Du Dingshan replied without hesitation, his voice dripping with arrogance. "The strong devour the weak! That is the eternal truth of this world. What is your status, and what is mine? You're almost thirty years old. Surely you understand something so simple?"

"You mean your fist is bigger than mine?" Chen Yang asked with a faint smile, his eyes glancing toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Of course!"

Chen Yang said no more. He reached out, grabbed Du Dingshan by the head, and slammed it against the glass wall.

BANG!

The entire wall shuddered violently, a web of fine cracks spreading across its surface. Leaning close to Du Dingshan's ear, Chen Yang whispered in a chilling tone, "Open your damn eyes and look downstairs."

Instinctively, Du Dingshan looked. That one glance was enough to leave him utterly stupefied. His eyes widened in horror, as if he were witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world. Down below, he saw a new team completely surrounding his fifty men. The same Fist Masters who had been so full of bravado just seconds before were now being cut down, falling row by row.

"This... this..." Du Dingshan was completely dumbfounded. How is this possible? Judging by their vehicles, their uniforms, and that murderous aura I can feel even through dozens of floors of glass... they're clearly from the Martial Department! I greased all the palms I needed to, but the Martial Department... It's not just that they're beyond my reach; even in my wildest dreams, I never would have imagined the Martial Department would get involved. What in the world is going on?!

"Now tell me," Chen Yang said, his eyes narrowed to cold slits. "Whose fist is bigger?"

Du Dingshan: "..."

"And while you're at it, tell me again what your status is."

Du Dingshan: "..."

BANG!

Chen Yang grabbed his head and smashed it against the glass wall again. With a deafening crack, the reinforced double-paned glass shattered, leaving the upper half of Du Dingshan's body dangling precariously in the open air.

"Speak!" Chen Yang demanded fiercely.

"..."

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