"Why aren't you leaving?"

"You look clean-cut enough, but you're clearly not getting far in the Martial Department!" Zhao Xiaoya said with disdain, her hands on her hips. "I, Zhao Xiaoya, wouldn't spare a second glance for someone like you. Stop deluding yourself. You're not worthy!"

"A toad lusting after a swan? Don't even think about it. Scram!"

Chen Yuman played the part of a good best friend perfectly. Although she had never spoken so harshly to a stranger before, she was willing to go all out for her friend's happiness.

Chen Yang was left speechless.

"How can you be so thick-skinned? Do I have to get a broom to chase you away?" Zhao Xiaoya fumed when she saw Chen Yang hadn't moved, her eyes wide with mockery.

She already had a boyfriend: the handsome and wealthy young master of the Wanguo Group from Qiyun Road. He stood out amongst his peers in every respect and was certainly beyond comparison to the man standing before her. Frankly, this man wasn't even fit to carry her boyfriend's shoes. The very sight of him was nauseating.

"Heh..."

Seeing that Chen Yang still had no intention of leaving, Zhao Xiaoya let out a laugh born from pure rage. "Fine, let me be perfectly clear. Someone like you is not worthy of me. Now, get lost!"

Chen Yang was speechless once more.

What the hell? Who did I manage to piss off? Is this just bad luck falling from the sky?

COUGH, COUGH.

Nearby, Yang Hu dropped the cigarette he had just put to his lips. What on earth was happening?

A toad lusting after a swan? He's not good enough for her? While stupefied, Yang Hu also felt extremely fortunate that it wasn't him who had knocked on the door.

Chen Yang looked somewhat uneasy, then explained, "Miss, I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

He hadn't told Zhao Dejiang he was coming to Qiyun Road, so there was no way he could have any history with this woman. The only possibility was that she had him confused with someone else.

"Mistaken identity? Heh..." Zhao Xiaoya mocked. "What kind of Military General are you, with so little courage? You can't even admit who you are. Are you even a man? Compared to my boyfriend, you're nothing but trash."

"I said, you've got the wrong person," Chen Yang repeated, his brow furrowing. I've already made it clear, so why is she still pestering me?

"So you're denying it because you know you're not good enough for me? You're pathetic!" Zhao Xiaoya pressed on relentlessly. "Don't make me laugh."

Chen Yang's eyes narrowed, a cold glint shooting out fiercely.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Zhao Xiaoya's face turned deathly pale as she stumbled back several steps. She tripped over her own feet and landed hard on her bottom right on the doorstep.

The sharp pain from her tailbone made her grimace, and her face grew even paler.

Beside her, a frightened Chen Yuman pressed herself against the wall, not daring to make another sound.

For a moment, silence fell over the scene.

Zhao Xiaoya struggled to her feet, one hand clutching her rear while the other pointed at Chen Yang. Her face was a mixture of shock and shame as she snarled, "You damned trash! You—you dare to scare me?"

"You must be related to Zhao Dejiang somehow. If not for that connection, do you think you'd still be standing here?" Chen Yang said coolly, his gaze withdrawn.

Zhao Xiaoya fell silent.

This guy... is he actually going to hit me?

Heh...

Zhao Xiaoya was utterly indignant, her resentful gaze practically spitting fire. But... could I have really made a mistake? This guy... he isn't Wu Chen?

"Fine! Just fine!" The piercing pain from her tailbone fueled Zhao Xiaoya's fury. "Even if you're not Wu Chen, you can't just scare me! Who do you think you are?"

"I haven't even started."

Zhao Xiaoya was once again left speechless.

"Go ahead and act tough! When my boyfriend gets here, I'll make you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!" As the pampered and cherished young mistress of the Zhao Family, Zhao Xiaoya had lived a life of luxury. When had she ever been treated this way?

Gritting her teeth, she immediately pulled out her phone.

Chen Yang couldn't be bothered to give her another glance and turned to leave.

Once in the car, Chen Yang lit a cigarette and said slowly, "Judging by her age, that girl must be Zhao Dejiang's granddaughter, right?"

"That should be it." Yang Hu nodded, then shook his head. "Spoiled rotten and utterly lacking in character."

"Zhao Dejiang's son passed away early, and he's always busy at the Martial Department. I heard the girl was raised by her grandmother, which would explain why she's so coddled."

Chen Yang nodded. "Did you notify Zhao Dejiang?"

"He's on his way back."

Yang Hu glanced over at Zhao Xiaoya, who was still standing by the door, crying while on the phone. "Looks like the little brat is really calling for backup."

Chen Yang paid her no mind, continuing to scroll through the local news for Qiyun Road on his phone. For someone like him, who was accustomed to life and death, such a trivial matter was beneath his notice.

Again, it was only because of the connection to Zhao Dejiang that she even had the chance to make a phone call. When Chen Yang taught someone a lesson, he never cared if they were male or female.

「Meanwhile.」

A young man of about thirty approached the residential complex. He wore a military-style uniform, and his high-topped combat boots were polished to a mirror shine. His face was sharp and chiseled, handsome and imposing, and his crew cut was as sharp as steel needles. His piercing eyes were as deep as a starry river, making him unforgettable. It was clear he had taken great care with his appearance today.

He held a photograph, glancing at it a couple of times before slipping it into his pocket. He sighed. I am a dignified Sixth Grade Military General, a Martial King of this generation. My purpose is on the battlefield, slaying our enemies, not concerning myself with romance. And yet here I am, on a blind date? How absurd! Then again, this girl is quite a beauty. If not for that, why would I even bother with you, Zhao Dejiang?

This was none other than Wu Chen, the man Zhao Xiaoya had mentioned.

Although he appeared formal and serious, the way he kept pulling out the photo to sneak a peek was utterly sleazy. The thought of Zhao Xiaoya's arrogant and haughty nature made Wu Chen all the more restless. He was inherently combative, but he enjoyed the thrill of conquest even more.

"Sir, please register your information," a security guard said politely, stopping Wu Chen.

Wu Chen frowned and snapped rudely, "Who do you think you are, asking for my information? Get out of my way."

"Sir, it's a rule of the community, for the safety of all our residents. Please cooperate," the young guard said, remaining patient and smiling, his professionalism impeccable.

SLAP.

Wu Chen struck him with a backhand slap, sending the guard flying through the air to crash against the guard booth.

"Just a watchdog, barking at me," Wu Chen sneered. "You must have a death wish." He then vaulted over the gate, ignoring the furious stares from the other guards, and strode brazenly inside.

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