Yang Hu's final warning contained a great deal of information.

As of now, besides Yang Chun herself, no one knew that behind Li Si stood a man of towering and overwhelming power.

No, this is a War God!

This warning was clearly meant to caution her that this matter must never be revealed.

As for the consequences, though they weren't explicitly stated, she could figure them out easily enough.

And the second half of the warning extinguished any thought Yang Chun had of fleeing Lingjin City overnight. Instantly, she felt completely drained and indescribably tormented. She had put in so much effort to reach this stage, thinking she could climb even higher. Yet now, she faced a calamitous disaster.

The Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince.

The words of such figures were as powerful as sacred edicts. It wasn't just about individuals like herself; even an elite clan like the Zou Family would crumble and be reduced to ashes with just one word from him.

No matter how the world changes, one truth remains constant: the law of the jungle. Especially for someone like him, who commands a million Martial Guards and whose victories are legendary, he was an almost invincible force.

Never mind the families in Lingjin City—who in the entire Cangyun City could possibly stand against him?

HISS!

Yang Chun felt as if her soul had scattered and her blood ran cold. This brief interaction felt as if she had walked through the Ghost Gate Pass several times over. It seemed like a narrow escape from death. In reality, her very life was now held firmly in that person's grasp. Whether she lived or died depended entirely on his whim.

「...」

「The Zou Family.」

Private Intensive Care Ward.

After a day and night of recovery, Zou Wendong, who had been severely weakened, finally regained consciousness. Zou Jintao, Zou Qingyue, and the other core members of the Zou Family were all present.

"Wendong, what exactly happened yesterday? How could you kneel and beg for mercy in that situation?" Zou Jintao's tone seemed calm, but the accusation and blame within it were barely concealed.

The remedial measures they had taken yesterday had achieved nothing; instead, they had only shot themselves in the foot again. The public outcry against the Zou Family was surging, one wave after another. As a result, the Zou Family Corporation's stock had even seen a slight decline.

With this in mind, how could he control his anger?

Zou Wendong tried to struggle to sit up, but the pain was so intense that his face instantly turned pale.

"COUGH. COUGH." A few harsh coughs brought up a trace of blood.

"Wendong, don't move." Zou Qingyue quickly held him down, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth while saying firmly, "Just rest and recover. I can handle everything outside."

"I found out that piece of trash is named Chen Yang. He's a son-in-law who married into the Qin Corporation! He might have some skills, but in the eyes of our Zou Family, he's not even worth a fart!" Zou Qingyue's expression was ice-cold as she briefly explained yesterday's failed countermeasures.

"There's no need to worry," she continued. "Now that we know his background, I'll go and take care of him. If you want to deal with him personally, I can bring him to you alive."

"In any case, what you lost yesterday, what our Zou Family lost, I will reclaim from him a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"

"Sister, you, you..." Zou Wendong's complexion was deathly pale, and his wide eyes began to visibly fill with blood.

Who do you think that man is? Do you really think you can handle him? Don't you realize that with just a flick of his little finger, not only our Zou Family but the entire Lingjin City would be shaken to its core? Thinking of challenging him? To be blunt, even if all the families in Lingjin City combined their forces, they wouldn't be able to touch him.

"Wendong, I know you're furious, and I understand completely. But rest assured. I swear, before night falls, I will bring him to you to deal with as you please," Zou Qingyue promised confidently.

Zou Wendong's face flushed bright red, filled with terror and unease.

Guarantee my ass! Who is that man? Is he someone our Zou Family can afford to provoke? After so much trouble, after kneeling and kowtowing, I finally earned his forgiveness and managed to crawl back to shore. But now...

Already severely weakened, Zou Wendong was overcome by extreme anger, causing his blood to roil.

PFFT...

His head tilted to the side, and he fainted once again.

Zou Jintao, Zou Qingyue, and the rest of the Zou Family stared at each other in dismay.

The boy doesn't seem to have any serious external injuries, so how could he be in such a terrible state?

「Meanwhile...」

The northern suburbs of Lingjin City had been designated as a Martial Department jurisdiction since yesterday, and no outsiders were allowed near. The reason was simple: the Ten Thousand Martial Guards had disembarked along the Lingjin River and set up camp here.

Two Audi A6s, after an hour's bumpy ride, finally arrived at their destination. The sunlight was pleasant, but the wind howled like a drum, sweeping up clouds of yellow sand into the sky.

Standing amidst the swirling sand, Chen Yang observed the one-thousand-five-hundred-strong contingent of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards. Although they had no heavy equipment nearby, he could distinctly feel a dense, murderous aura and a heavy, oppressive presence. An ordinary person standing here would surely be crushed by this atmosphere, gasping for breath.

A faint smile touched Chen Yang's lips.

This familiar feeling... it's truly intoxicating.

Under Ji Ping's lead, they came to a high vantage point just as the Martial Guard's exercises officially began. The intense gunfire sounded chaotic, yet the soldiers moved with speed in precise formations. The sight made the smile on Chen Yang's lips grow even wider.

"Worthy of the name 'Ten Thousand Martial Guards.' They truly are the elite of the Martial Department!" Chen Yang couldn't help but exclaim after observing for a while.

"You flatter us, Governor. Compared to your Hanyun Valley Martial Guards, they are nothing!"

Though Ji Ping's words were humble, his heart was secretly brimming with joy. What greater pride was there than to receive such high praise from the Zhennan Prince?

Chen Yang smiled but didn't comment.

His 800,000 Hanyun Valley subordinates were, of course, all top-tier soldiers, second to no other unit. On this point, there was no need for humility.

They descended from the high ground and the group proceeded forward slowly. Just ahead, a competition for the fastest disassembly and reassembly of firearms was taking place. Ji Ping smiled and said, "Governor, would you care to give it a try?"

"I'll do it," Yang Hu said, stepping forward.

"Wait," Chen Yang stopped him with a smile. "Since I'm here today, I should naturally get a good look at the Ten Thousand Martial Guards."

How could Chen Yang not see that Ji Ping had deliberately arranged this to give him a chance to show off a little? He wasn't one to put on airs anyway. Joining in for fun sounded good.

"Who wants to compete against the Governor?" Ji Ping shouted.

"I will!"

"Me, me!"

In front of the large platform, almost everyone raised their hands.

That was the Governor, the undefeated War God of their country, a living legend! To compete against him was an unparalleled honor.

"Then let's all do it together!" Chen Yang declared, his own spirits rising as he waved a hand grandly.

Ji Ping pointed to a row of targets in the distance. "At my command, everyone will begin by disassembling their firearms, then reassembling them, and finally shooting at the targets. Whoever is fastest and most accurate wins!"

"On your marks... begin!"

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