Leaving the Yin Family, the business van headed west, in the direction of the Lingjin River.

Since the Martial Guards had arrived, it only made sense for him, the Commander, to go and see them.

At that moment, Chen Yang was dressed in his martial uniform. He looked heroic and dashing, radiating a brilliant aura. Throughout the entire Martial Department, there were numerous Eighth Rank Martial Masters, but there was only one Nine Gates Admiral. Moreover, he was the first Nine Gates Admiral to be made a prince.

"Boss, it's been a while since you've worn this uniform, hasn't it?" Yang Hu said with a grin, glancing at Chen Yang in the rearview mirror.

Every time he saw Chen Yang in his martial uniform, he felt that this man was born to wear it. Or rather, only when he wore it could the uniform exude its intended spirit and aura. Yes, that was the spirit! When others wore it, the uniform lent them a spirited appearance. But when he wore it, he brought the very essence of the uniform to life. It was a perfect harmony between man and garment.

Chen Yang smiled without a word.

To wear the martial uniform was to shoulder responsibility. This uniform had been stained with so much blood.

Chen Yang shook his head and ordered Yang Hu, "Let's go to Zhao Dejiang's place first. As a Martial Guard from my Hanyun Valley Martial Department, he has the right to accompany me."

"Understood, Boss."

The business van changed direction. Twenty minutes later, they arrived.

After getting out of the van, Yang Hu draped a military-green cloak over Chen Yang's shoulders. "Boss, the wind's picking up. It looks like we might get another snowfall."

Chen Yang fastened his cloak and looked up at the sky. Driven by the howling winds, large dark clouds were rapidly expanding. It wouldn't be long before they covered the entire sky.

The wind blew with a mournful sound, carrying an icy chill.

Haha!

Chen Yang shook his head and pushed open the courtyard gate.

Hm?

He immediately furrowed his brows.

Before him was a scene of utter chaos, as if a typhoon had torn through.

It wasn't just the courtyard. The crystal chandelier inside the villa had also broken from its chain, shattering on the ground.

SOB… SOB…

In a corner by the sofa, a frail figure was curled up, trembling slightly. Perhaps hearing the sound from outside, the figure froze before slowly lifting her head with a look of pure terror.

Her once-delicate face was now a mask of fear and confusion, as if she had just experienced the most horrifying thing in the world. Her messy hair, matted with tears, clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were red, and she looked utterly wretched.

"Chen, Chen Yang?"

This person was, of course, Zhao Xiaoya.

Upon seeing Chen Yang, her red-rimmed eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling brilliance. She scrambled up from the sofa and rushed toward him like a gust of wind, instinctively opening her arms to throw herself into his embrace.

Chen Yang subtly sidestepped, catching her by the sleeve to prevent her from stumbling and falling.

Zhao Xiaoya looked stunned, then lowered her head in shame.

This guy… She had the looks and the figure, and an endless stream of suitors trailed behind her. If she so much as mentioned she was hungry, countless men would line up to bring her gourmet food. But him? He was as cold as frost. Wouldn't even let her touch him? Unbelievable!

Chen Yang held onto Zhao Xiaoya's sleeve and asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Where's your grandfather?"

"He—he was taken away!" Any sense of grievance vanished in an instant, replaced by a mournful expression as she replied.

"Who?"

Those single syllables were laden with thick, murderous intent and an icy chill.

Zhao Xiaoya felt a piercing cold envelop her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself and said slowly, "It was—it was Wu Chen! The one who beat up the security guard yesterday, before Brother Yang took him down."

"After lunch, he barged into my house with his men, acting like a madman and demanding to find you for revenge. He smashed everything he could in the house and then threatened my grandfather to tell him where you were."

"My grandfather refused to say a word, so they attacked him and took him away!"

Zhao Xiaoya covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably. "They only left me here to give you a message. You have to go to the Yuetan Grand Hotel to find him. If you aren't there by dark, he'll throw my grandfather into the Lingjin River to feed the fish."

Hearing this, Yang Hu's sharp eyes flashed with a cold light. "He started the trouble yesterday! The only reason my boss let it slide was out of professional courtesy!"

"But that scumbag didn't back down. Instead, he doubled down, using Old Zhao, a Martial Guard, as a hostage. If I don't deal with him today, my last name isn't Yang!"

"Does he really think the people of the Hanyun Valley Martial Department are easy to bully?"

Chen Yang waved his hand to silence him. "Some people… they put on this uniform, get a taste of power, and think they can do whatever they want. They forget that with this uniform comes not just authority, but also responsibility."

After murmuring this to himself, Chen Yang asked Zhao Xiaoya, "Did he leave a number?"

Zhao Xiaoya nodded and quickly handed him her phone.

Chen Yang dialed the number himself.

"It's me."

"Oh, still putting on an act?" Wu Chen's sneering laugh came from the other end. "Listen up. Get to the Yuetan Grand Hotel in twenty minutes. For every minute you're late, I'll make you regret it—"

"If you dare touch a single hair on Zhao Dejiang's head, I guarantee you'll die without a burial."

Wu Chen was speechless.

Does he not understand the situation? He's threatening me? Heh…

Enraged, Wu Chen was about to retort when he heard the dial tone. The call had already been disconnected.

Wu Chen smashed his phone to pieces, stomped his foot on a chair, and pointed at Zhao Dejiang's nose. "Just like I said, if he's one minute late, you'll be the one to regret it!"

"Hmph!"

Zhao Dejiang turned his head away with a disdainful sneer.

He had never seen anyone dare to threaten the Zhennan Prince. Now that someone had, what would the consequences be?

Seething with rage, Wu Chen slapped Zhao Dejiang, sending him to the floor. "You old good-for-nothing, pinning your hopes on that young good-for-nothing to save you? Do you really think I'm a good-for-nothing too?"

"PTUI!"

After spitting contemptuously, Wu Chen turned and left, calling out to the men in the hall, "Everyone, drink up! Later, we'll all see what kind of splash that little good-for-nothing can make."

"We could drown him just by spitting on him!"

The room erupted in roaring laughter.

"Are you Martial Guards? You're bandits!" Zhao Dejiang struggled to his feet, his gaze cold as he stared at the group in the hall.

After hanging up, Chen Yang said to Zhao Xiaoya, "If you're scared, call a friend to stay with you. We'll be back soon."

"There are a lot of them," Zhao Xiaoya said with concern, taking a couple of steps forward to follow him.

Chen Yang waved his hand dismissively.

If it was a matter of numbers, would one hundred thousand Martial Guards at the Lingjin River be enough?

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