Jiang Yuan's expression was blank. He didn't speak, just kept his gun pointed at Chen Yang.

"Chen… Chen Yang!" Zhou Yufei was utterly petrified. She had never witnessed such a scene before. Subconsciously clutching the hem of Chen Yang's clothes, she whispered in terror, "Let's get out of here!"

"Leave? Go where?" Tao Gong sneered. "What do you think Extreme Sea Pharmaceutical is? A place where you can come and go as you please? Haha…"

"Brother Jiang Yuan, shoot him dead!" Ning Qiang, still lying in a pool of blood, was ecstatic. He shouted, "Chen Yang, you damned waste, weren't you acting all high and mighty a moment ago? Now why don't you try acting tough for me again!"

"After you're dead, I guarantee I will take very good care of that woman, Qin Qiu. I'll train her into a proper servant! Haha…"

At that moment, Ning Qiang felt an indescribable thrill.

Zhou Yufei's limbs trembled, and she tugged at Chen Yang again. "Hurry, let's go!"

"How can we leave when things aren't settled yet?" Chen Yang took her hand, patting it gently. He smiled and said, "Wait for me outside!"

"What are you still planning to do? He has a gun! Are you insane?" Zhou Yufei yelled, nearly frantic with worry.

Chen Yang gave her a reassuring smile. "It's fine. Wait for me outside."

"But…"

Zhou Yufei wanted to say more, but Chen Yang pushed her away.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Yufei could only leave, looking back every few steps.

Then, Chen Yang grinned at Jiang Yuan. "Kid, pointing a gun at me never ends well."

CLICK.

Jiang Yuan racked the slide, chambering a round.

Just at this critical moment, Chen Yang's body sank, his legs bending slightly as he coiled like a tiger ready to pounce.

BANG!

The gunshot and the sound of the floorboards cracking echoed at the same instant.

What?!

Jiang Yuan's expression changed drastically. His opponent's speed was as swift as lightning, striking with the ferocity of a dragon or tiger. Not only had he dodged the bullet, but he had also closed the distance in a flash.

But Jiang Yuan was no ordinary man. As a battle-hardened veteran, his reflexes were incredibly fast. His other hand clenched into a fist, launching it toward the charging Chen Yang.

THUD!

The impact was a dull, earth-shaking boom.

Jiang Yuan's chest caved in and his back bulged as if he'd been hit by a truck. He was lifted off the ground, spraying a torrent of blood before crashing hard against the wall behind him.

THUD!

Plaster crumbled from the wall, and the glass in every window shattered.

Jiang Yuan's blood-soaked body slumped to the ground like a heap of mud.

And Chen Yang? He stood unharmed in the exact spot Jiang Yuan had just occupied.

This… How was this possible?

Whether it was Qi Qingfeng, Tao Gong, Ning Qiang, or the bodyguards, everyone stood frozen, staring blankly at Chen Yang in dead silence.

For a moment, the office was eerily quiet. A mysterious, icy chill filled the air, seeping into the heart of every person present.

Chen Yang picked up the pistol from the ground and advanced toward Jiang Yuan.

Nearly every bone in Jiang Yuan's body was broken. Only his eyes could move, and they stared at Chen Yang, wide with terror and disbelief.

"A Desert Eagle, 12.7mm rounds. Even an elephant would die from one of these. I'm quite curious, how did you get your hands on this? Also, before you retired from service, what unit were you in?"

As he spoke, Chen Yang noticed a black skull tattoo on Jiang Yuan's neck. Understanding dawned, and he smiled. "So, you're a Hired Martial Guardian? You've got some nerve, smuggling weapons into the country."

"Who… who are you?" Jiang Yuan asked. Anyone who could recognize that tattoo at a glance was no ordinary person.

Jiang Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood and continued, "To dodge a bullet, you have to be at least an eighth-rank Fist Master! There aren't many Fist Masters above the eighth rank in this empire, and for someone your age…"

At this, Jiang Yuan seemed to realize something. The color drained from his face. "You… you're the Zhennan Prince!"

For an ordinary person, it would be impossible to deduce Chen Yang's identity from so little information. But for Hired Martial Guardians, it was a different story. In a way, they were all part of the same circle.

The circle was only so large, and only a few figures were truly famous. Someone as young as Chen Yang achieving the rank of Prince was the stuff of legend.

"Am I really that famous?" Chen Yang grinned, not at all surprised. It was the same logic he had used to identify his opponent as a Hired Martial Guardian from Eastern Europe.

"But you won't live much longer!" Jiang Yuan said menacingly. "Before I die, let me tell you this: a Death Order has been issued for you from outside Hanyun Valley. A one-billion-dollar bounty has put you at the top of the Hired Martial Guardians' mission list. There are more people who want you dead than could fit in this office!"

"I'd consider that an honor," Chen Yang replied, his expression unchanging. He leaned in and whispered, "What if I told you my strength has already broken through to the ninth rank?"

Jiang Yuan's pupils contracted violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible! You aren't even thirty! Reaching the eighth rank already displays the kind of prodigious talent that only appears once in a century. How could you possibly have broken through to the ninth rank?"

Chen Yang chuckled. "Maybe I'm just a monstrous talent."

Jiang Yuan was speechless.

He then broke into miserable laughter. If that was true, didn't that mean that whoever they sent would just be walking to their death?

They had spoken quietly, so no one else heard their exchange.

Chen Yang paid Jiang Yuan no more attention. He was already a dead man.

Tossing the Desert Eagle in his hand, Chen Yang let his gaze wander over the others in the room, as if deciding who to kill first.

CLICK.

He ejected the chambered bullet, removed the magazine, reloaded the round, reinserted the magazine, and finally racked the slide. The entire sequence was performed with a fluid, mesmerizing grace.

As they watched in amazement, everyone's heart leaped into their throats.

Even the normally composed Qi Qingfeng was grim-faced, his eyelid twitching uncontrollably. He can even dodge bullets?

Finally, Chen Yang walked toward Tao Gong.

Tao Gong was scared out of his wits. He instinctively tried to back away but found his limbs stiff and as heavy as mountains.

"First, you attempt theft, and now you resort to such despicable tactics?" Chen Yang stopped in front of Tao Gong and patted his shoulder. "You've got a real knack for playing dirty, Mr. Tao!"

"I… I…"

Cold sweat dripped down Tao Gong's face. He suddenly pointed at Qi Qingfeng. "He made me do it!"

"I-I'm innocent too!" Ning Qiang piped up, frantically trying to distance himself. "Mr. Chen, I'm just a small fry! Please, spare my life!"

BANG!

The gun fired.

Chen Yang blew the wisp of smoke from the muzzle and smiled. "Let's put him aside for a moment, Mr. Tao. First, let's talk about you cutting off our supply."

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