Seeing the disbelief on Chen Yang's face, Zhou Yufei shrugged. "The other rooms are all storerooms stuffed full of things. It's impossible to clear them out in a short amount of ti. Go see for yourself if you don't believe ."
"Then I'll go sleep on the couch." Chen Yang got up and grabbed his coat to put it on.
"There are no spare blankets. I had to buy these myself."
Chen Yang froze. Does this an there's no escape?
Zhou Yufei walked over and shot Chen Yang an annoyed glare. "Is it really that big of a deal?"
Chen Yang quickly lay down, curled up on the very edge of the bed, and pulled the blanket over his head without saying a word.
A small smile touched Zhou Yufei's lips as she slipped under the covers from the other side.
An endless silence followed. After an indeterminate amount of ti, Zhou Yufei suddenly asked, "Can I see the scars on your body?"
"Like hell you can!"
Zhou Yufei fell silent.
Afterward, she began chattering away by herself. Chen Yang simply ignored her, pulling the covers over his head to sleep.
「anwhile.」
「Tihua Clubhouse.」
On any other day, the clubhouse would be bustling at this hour, with wealthy young n and beautiful won coming and going in droves. Today, however, it was exceptionally quiet—not even a ghost was in sight.
「Inside the clubhouse.」
The marble floor shone like a mirror. On a genuine leather sofa in the center of the room, two middle-aged n sat facing each other.
In less than half an hour, they had finished an entire pack of cigarettes. One of the n snuffed out a butt, opened a new pack, and said emotionlessly, "Aside from the dancers, no one was left alive."
His na was Pang Dongqiang, Pang Wenxuan's father, and also the chairman of Tianque City's Panghai Group. In Tianque City, he was a figure of great renown.
"I questioned those dancers one by one," said the other middle-aged man—Feng Kun's father, Feng Zhen—his face somber and his voice low. "They said the man has an extraordinary status, that he's a very important person! Apparently, he claims to be so kind of 'King'!"
"King, my ass!" Pang Dongqiang lit another cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and tilted his head up. "Even if he's the Heavenly King himself, I'll still make him submit!"
"Of course, we must seek revenge. The question is how." Feng Zhen appeared more composed. He continued, "Even the bodyguard you assigned to Wenxuan died a horrible death. It's clear this man is an extraordinary Fist Master."
"That bodyguard was the strongest of all my n! What about you? Do you have any capable fighters?"
Feng Zhen shook his head. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, then looked up at Pang Dongqiang. "But we can spend money to hire soone!"
Pang Dongqiang's eyes lit up, but he didn't respond, waiting for Feng Zhen to continue.
"If we're hiring soone, we must get the best. We'll hire Lu Wentao, the number one expert in Tianque City!"
Pang Dongqiang frowned. "Would Master Lu be willing to act on our behalf?"
"It's not a question of willingness, only whether the price is right," Feng Zhen said coldly.
"Good!" Pang Dongqiang slapped his thigh, making his decision. "That's what we'll do! We'll use our money to bring Lu Wentao out of retirent. Once he beats that guy half to death, we can torture him properly and show him what it ans to wish you were dead!"
The two n cackled viciously, their faces twisted with resentnt. They unanimously decided they would go and invite Lu Wentao first thing tomorrow morning.
The grudge for their murdered sons was irreconcilable; they couldn't wait a single mont longer.
...
「The next day.」
Early in the morning, Zhou Yufei had already prepared breakfast. When Ren Tong saw it, he once again lavished her with praise.
After breakfast, the group took a casual stroll around the neighborhood.
When they reached the small plaza, it was as crowded as ever, but the atmosphere was distinctly different. Everyone knew that overnight, Pan Hong and his entire family had completely disappeared.
And who was Pan Hong? Aside from his own extensive network, his son and grandson were each more promising than the last. It wasn't impossible that their family could have one day stood above all of Tianque City.
But then... the Ten Thousand Martial Guards had mobilized, and the entire family was exterminated in a single night.
They couldn't begin to imagine who Pan Hong could have possibly offended.
Liu Changzheng was teaching Liu Xuan her boxing forms, just like any other day, but Liu Xuan was clearly distracted. Upon seeing Chen Yang approaching, she ran over to him like a gust of wind and said with a grin, "Brother Chen, I'm sorry about yesterday. I apologize."
Before Chen Yang could respond, she continued, "I... I want to learn boxing from you! Can you teach ?"
"No," Chen Yang said bluntly.
His decisiveness stunned Liu Xuan. She pouted and muttered, "Why be so firm? Can't you at least leave a little room for discussion?"
"I'll be leaving this place soon," Chen Yang finally explained.
"Oh." Liu Xuan's expression fell. Then, as if rembering sothing, she suddenly asked, "Right! That big thing that happened last night... did it have sothing to do with you?"
"Xuanxuan, what's gotten into you, talking such nonsense!" Liu Changzheng rebuked sharply as he hurried over.
The people around them shook their heads and chuckled softly. This little girl is so naïve, saying whatever cos to her mind.
Besides, how could it possibly be Chen Yang? The ones who mobilized last night were the Ten Thousand Martial Guards! Could he really have that kind of power?
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