This young man was tall and sturdy, standing there like an iron tower that intimidated all who looked at him.

And that guy still dares to be so arrogant? The surrounding crowd grew intrigued; a conflict seemed unavoidable.

Just then, CRASH! A dozen or so men surged into the bar. Each held a club and looked fierce and aggressive, led by the same baseball cap-wearing youth who had fled earlier.

The youth raised the steel pipe in his hand, pointing it at Chen Yang and Zhou Yufei. "Bao, that's the kid who hit me! See that woman? She's the gift I brought for you!"

"Indeed, a top-notch beauty! Haha!" A man in a leopard-print shirt, addressed as Bao, grinned broadly, his eyes glued to Zhou Yufei. "Brothers, cripple the man and carry the woman away!"

"Yes, Bao!"

"Congratulations, Bao, on your new beauty!"

"Haha…"

A wave of wild laughter pushed the atmosphere to a freezing point, and the onlookers hastily moved aside, fearing they'd get caught in the crossfire. Then, the dozen or so men charged forward, swinging their clubs with menacing laughter, their momentum overwhelming.

However, the tall young man suddenly blurred into motion and threw a punch.

BANG!

The man at the forefront was sent flying as if struck by a motorcycle, landing heavily seven or eight meters away.

The high-spirited group stopped dead in their tracks, staring blankly.

Yet the young man showed no sign of stopping. His fists, as large as sandbags, swung out again. In an instant, he was like a tiger let loose in a flock of sheep. The sound of cracking bones echoed ceaselessly. In less than a minute, everyone except for Bao and the baseball cap-wearing youth lay on the ground.

"I… I was wrong! Sir, spare my life!" Bao's face was pale, his lips trembling as he knelt on the ground, begging desperately for mercy.

The young man stepped forward and lifted them both up like chicks. He smashed them into each other and then flung them hard onto the ground.

BANG!

Blood spurted everywhere.

The entire process took less than a minute. The bar fell into a dead silence. All around, horrified eyes dilated and contracted as if they'd just seen a ghost.

Who on earth is this person?

Most importantly, the man had maintained a cold, unchanging expression from start to finish. He was nothing short of a savage.

TAP, TAP, TAP.

The young man turned, walked back to the booth, and stood looming over Chen Yang.

Chen Yang looked up at him and said nonchalantly, "What are you looking at? I told you to scram. Are you deaf, or did you just not hear me?"

The crowd: "…"

Did he just call that guy deaf? He's the one who must be blind! Did he not see that monster's brutal display just now? How can he still be so arrogant? Isn't he just asking to die?

But onlookers never mind a little extra drama, and they could only feel a hint of pity and sympathy for Chen Yang.

Shocked, Zhou Yufei covered her mouth. Just as she was about to speak, the young man moved first. His massive palm, whistling through the air, flew toward Chen Yang's cheek as fast as lightning.

BANG!

Chen Yang caught his wrist, saying coldly, "So domineering?"

The young man said nothing, pressing down with all his might, as if trying to force Chen Yang to his knees. But to his astonishment, he found that no matter how much force he used, he couldn't budge his own arm in the slightest. Not only that, but the man he was trying to suppress simply stood up.

This…

The young man's eyes blazed. Veins bulged on his arms and forehead like crawling centipedes, a horrifying sight.

"Like to slap people?" Chen Yang bared his teeth in a grin. After shaking off his hand, he swung his own palm back.

The young man reacted swiftly, stepping back while raising an arm to block. Chen Yang's palm struck his blocking forearm, causing the young man's own hand to redirect and smack himself hard across the face.

SLAP!

A sharp crack echoed through the bar, making everyone's heart jump. The young man staggered back a few steps, crashing into a nearby table.

The young man seemed utterly enraged by the humiliation and charged forward in a frenzy. Chen Yang formed a knife-hand, and as he stepped forward, he chopped down.

BOOM!

The young man was sent flying backward. He knelt on one knee, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

The entire bar fell utterly silent; not even the sound of a breath or a heartbeat could be heard.

What a terrifyingly strong man!

The fate of the thugs had already demonstrated the first young man's strength. To defeat a dozen men armed with clubs in under a minute—how explosive was that power? And yet, he couldn't even withstand a single blow from this other guy. Truly, there is no strongest, only stronger!

No wonder this guy was so calm and confident, completely disregarding the tall man. He clearly had the power to back it up.

Chen Yang pulled a napkin from a nearby dispenser and wiped the blood from his hand. "The moment you open your mouth, you try to take someone away," he said indifferently. "Are you trying to abduct a woman in broad daylight?"

"Cough, cough!"

The young man struggled to his feet, spitting out more blood. His previously stoic face finally changed, twisting into an expression of shocked disbelief.

A dignified Third-Rank Fist Master like me couldn't even take one of his attacks?

"Songlin, how are you?" Zhou Yufei shot up from her seat and ran unsteadily toward the young man, helping him up. "Are you okay?"

The young man, Zhou Songlin, shook his head. "Sis, I'm fine!"

Suddenly, Chen Yang's eyes widened in shock, and a wave of embarrassment spread across his face.

Sis? Zhou Yufei's brother?? Damn it! How am I supposed to explain this?

Chen Yang had assumed he was just some arrogant thug making a move on Zhou Yufei. With his mood already soured by her, he hadn't held back at all.

This…

Chen Yang looked mortified, his sharp aura instantly collapsing.

"Thank goodness you're alright!" Zhou Yufei breathed a huge sigh of relief, then hurriedly explained, "Songlin, this is a misunderstanding! Chen Yang thought you had bad intentions toward me, that's why he attacked you!"

"He's very strong!" Zhou Songlin wiped the blood from his mouth. "Your boyfriend?"

Zhou Yufei froze, glanced at Chen Yang, and then nodded. "Yes! He's my boyfriend!"

"Sis, you dare to get a boyfriend? Do you understand the consequences if Grandpa finds out?" Zhou Songlin's expression changed dramatically as he said grimly, "Besides, you're only hurting him by doing this!"

"I…" Zhou Yufei lowered her head in silence, instantly regretting her words. He was right. Wasn't she just putting Chen Yang in harm's way?

Zhou Songlin shook his head and sighed. "Sis, come back to Qingqiu Dao with me. Grandpa sent me to get you."

"No! I'm not going back!" Zhou Yufei shook her head firmly. "And I won't marry him!"

"Sis, you know this isn't just Grandpa's decision; it's the will of the family. You can't run from it. Just accept your fate."

"I refuse! To hell with fate!" Zhou Yufei roared.

Zhou Songlin's expression remained unchanged. "It's no use, Sis. Come back with me."

"She said she's not going back," Chen Yang said, stepping forward and pulling Zhou Yufei to his side. "Don't you understand what she said?"

"This is a matter of the Zhou Family. What does it have to do with you?" Zhou Songlin challenged him warily.

"She's my friend. I have a duty to respect her wishes. If you've got a problem with that, how about another round?"

Zhou Songlin: "…"

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