The vast hotel lobby was abuzz with discussion, and the atmosphere was tense.

Given the Wanguo Group's status on Qiyun Road, Wang Junze's public beating was a monumental event. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before a large number of experts rushed to the scene. Even Wang Baoguo, the chairman of the Wanguo Group, would likely come in person.

What would happen then?

Chen Yang and Zhao Dejiang clinked their glasses together.

In contrast to Chen Yang, who remained unperturbed and indifferent to honor or disgrace, Zhao Dejiang's mind was racing. After all, the other party was the young director of the Wanguo Group.

But on second thought, it didn't seem like a big deal. Chen Yang had always acted this way. The Wanguo Group had been rooted in Qiyun Road for many years, possessing substantial wealth and widespread influence. However, this power was ultimately confined to the Qiyun Road region. In front of Chen Yang, they were nothing more than pushovers, wiped out with a flick of his fingers.

"How have things been for you in the business world these past few years?" Chen Yang asked with a smile, pouring himself another glass of wine.

Zhao Dejiang smiled and replied, "The world of commerce is like rowing a boat upstream; it's always full of hardships and struggles. You just have to endure what you can."

After all, as they say, harmony brings wealth. In a mature market, the pie is only so big. If you take an extra piece, someone else is bound to get less, or even nothing at all. Conflicts naturally arise from this. Only those truly immersed in it could appreciate the immense difficulty and hardship.

As his old subordinate, Zhao Dejiang naturally understood what Chen Yang was implying. It was a tactful inquiry, not a direct statement. He was grateful for the kind gesture. The fact that Chen Yang still remembered him and came to visit in person was already a tremendous blessing.

But he never expected Chen Yang to drop all pretense and say bluntly, "Give me a list of everyone who has ever bullied you. I'll have Yang Hu deal with them one by one."

Zhao Dejiang was speechless.

Yang Hu grinned, baring his teeth. "That's my favorite kind of work."

Zhao Dejiang was speechless again.

This… This Governor is simply too domineering.

"None of you… none of you will leave here alive today!"

Wang Junze stared at the group in front of him. They were chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to the impending disaster and paying him no mind. His fury boiled over, and malice surged through him.

In all his twenty-odd years, he had never encountered such a situation. Especially Chen Yang! The man's brazen arrogance far exceeded his own; it was a real eye-opener. Doesn't this damn trash know what the Wanguo Group represents on Qiyun Road? Go on, be arrogant. We'll see how arrogant you are when my father gets here with reinforcements!

SLAP!

Yang Hu's hand shot out, slapping Wang Junze so hard he tumbled to the ground.

"Can't you fix this habit of spouting nonsense?" Yang Hu said coldly.

Wang Junze was speechless.

Nearby, Zhao Xiaoya's face was already deathly pale with fright. She glanced at Yang Hu in shock before her eyes settled on Chen Yang, her mind reeling.

She knew Chen Yang held a high position in the Martial Department and wielded great authority. But this was Qiyun Road. Moreover, the Wanguo Group was no small company, nor was it an easy target. Few on all of Qiyun Road dared to provoke them. Yet Chen Yang had beaten up Wang Junze and was now just sitting here, waiting for his people to show up. This… this…

At this thought, the color drained from Zhao Xiaoya's face, and a profound sense of guilt washed over her.

If it weren't for me, none of this would be happening. I really am a jinx!

"Frankly, you're innocent in this," Chen Yang stated calmly, clearly seeing what she was thinking.

Zhao Dejiang patted her on the shoulder and comforted her softly, "Don't worry. With Chen Yang here, no one can stir up any big waves."

Besides Yang Hu, he was the only one in the entire venue who understood the true extent of Chen Yang's power.

"Haha…"

Wang Junze laughed wildly as if he'd just heard the world's greatest joke. "With him here? You revere this mere bedbug, this fly, as if he were the Heavenly King himself?"

"I'm telling you, none of you are surviving today!" Wang Junze roared, his reason completely consumed by rage.

SLAP.

Yang Hu backhanded him across the face. "So, a dog can't help but eat shit, is that it?"

"You slap me again, I dare you!" Wang Junze wiped the blood from his lips, his crimson eyes fixing on Yang Hu with venomous hatred.

And Yang Hu's temperament? He was happy to oblige.

SLAP!

"You actually did it? That's three slaps!"

SLAP!

"I—I already shut up, and you still—"

SLAP!

"Stop! Stop hitting me! I won't say anything else! Not another word!" Wang Junze covered his mouth, frantically waving his hands and shaking his head. Who could possibly stand this?

Yang Hu fell silent.

You damn mutt. Weren't you just trying to show off your backbone? Now you're just a coward. Calling others flies and bedbugs, you should take a good look at yourself.

After a series of slaps like that, there was no way Yang Hu had been holding back.

Chen Yang chuckled and shook his head. "Are you drunk or something?" he asked, exasperated.

Yang Hu just grinned, exposing two rows of pearly white teeth.

Terrified out of his wits, Wang Junze scrambled to his feet and shuffled backward, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the brutal maniac. Those heavy slaps ached to the bone and were destined to become a lifelong nightmare.

「Meanwhile.」

Several business vans sped away from the Wanguo Group headquarters.

Wang Junze's father, Wang Changming, sat in the lead vehicle, his expression sinister. Fiercely protective, how could he tolerate someone harming his son in public? And slapping him repeatedly at that?

Reading the continuous updates on his phone, Wang Changming gritted his teeth, vowing to throw the perpetrator into the Lingjin River to feed the fish. He couldn't even bear to lay a hand on his precious son, yet someone else had treated him with such savagery? Heh…

Few in the vastness of Qiyun Road could withstand Wang Changming's fury.

「In the hotel.」

Wang Junze had finally fallen completely silent, heeding the old adage that a wise man picks his battles. He would just wait for his father to arrive.

They had almost finished drinking when Chen Yang instructed Yang Hu, "Contact Di An. Ask him how Sisi is doing."

Di An? Zhao Dejiang was so shocked he nearly leaped out of his chair. This Young Master Di was a member of the Di Family, one of the five prominent families of Qiyun Road. Rumor had it that this same Di An was the most likely successor to become the Di Family Head. Before him, the Wanguo Group was less than an ant.

"Okay!"

Yang Hu nodded, dialed Di An's number, and spoke directly. "Listen, kid. My Boss wants to know, how has Sisi been lately?"

There was silence on the other end, followed by the sound of a sharp intake of breath.

"Can we speak in person?"

Di An, who had been at a dinner with friends in a five-star hotel, shot to his feet as if he had been electrocuted. After getting the address, he didn't say another word, simply grabbing his coat and bolting out the door.

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