Has this guy gone mad? Yes, he's strong! He sent soone as powerful as Lu Jingyuan flying like a doll with a single wave, and we don't even know if he's alive or dead. But Zhong Qian is an Eighth Rank Military General! Telling Zhong Yuan to call him over… is he trying to get himself killed? Besides, as a re Sixth Grade Military General, he's Zhong Qian's subordinate. Does he really dare to challenge his superior? This guy is just too arrogant.
Huffing and puffing, Zhong Yuan gasped, "Who on earth are you?"
Chen Yang simply raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
SLAP!
With a resounding crack, Zhong Yuan staggered back several steps before collapsing to the ground, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. The slap had left him completely dazed, his vision blackening and his head pounding.
"Cough, cough."
It took a good while for Zhong Yuan to co to his senses. After a few violent coughs, he struggled back to his feet. He covered his swollen cheek with one hand, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Chen Yang. He dared not say anything more. With his other hand, he took out his phone and quickly dialed his father's number.
At this point, he would have made this call even without Chen Yang forcing him to. As Zhong Qian's only son, he was used to people showing him respect everywhere he went. They would either fawn over him or try to curry favor. When had he ever been treated like this? To be slapped in front of so many people…
Hehe… Kid, your death is imminent!
The call connected quickly.
"Dad, I've been beaten!" Zhong Yuan imdiately cried. "It was Chen Yang from the Qin Corporation! He told to tell you that you have half an hour to get to Hanling Temple! He's just a Sixth Grade Military General, but he has no respect for you at all!"
There was a mont of silence on the other end of the line. "So, you're saying he told you to make this call?"
"Yes!" Zhong Yuan glanced at Chen Yang, who looked completely unconcerned. He ground his teeth and spat, "The man is outrageously arrogant!"
"Give him the phone."
Zhong Yuan put the call on speaker and held the phone out to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang took it. "Speak."
"Kid, this is the Eighth Rank Military General, Zhong Qian. I am now ordering you—"
Before he could finish, Chen Yang cut him off. "You have less than twenty-five minutes. Be one minute late, and you can co collect your son's corpse."
CLICK.
After speaking, Chen Yang hung up and tossed the phone aside.
Zhong Yuan was left speechless.
The entire crowd was stunned into silence.
They had seen arrogant people before, but never to this degree. This was the first ti.
This was unbelievably audacious!
Zhong Yuan laughed, his voice thick with fury. "Kid, prepare to face his wrath."
"Let's put that aside for a mont," Chen Yang said with a wave of his hand. "First, let's talk about you slandering the Qin Corporation. Who told you that the dicine was priced in the tens of thousands?"
"Hmph!" Zhong Yuan snorted and turned his head away, clearly refusing to answer.
CRACK!
Chen Yang's foot shot out, snapping Zhong Yuan's left leg. It bent at a sickening ninety-degree angle.
"AAAHHH!" A shrill scream tore from Zhong Yuan's throat. His face was ashen, the veins on his forehead bulging as he clenched his teeth against the pain.
"Speak!" Chen Yang's eyes narrowed to slits, a chilling light glinting within them. How could he possibly hold back against soone who dared to pick a fight with the Qin Corporation?
"You… you're courting death!" Zhong Yuan twisted his head, and when his gaze fell upon his mangled leg, his eyes looked as if they would burst from their sockets. He roared at Chen Yang in a frenzy. He's… he's crippling !
CRUNCH!
Chen Yang raised his foot again and stomped down on his other leg. Another agonized scream echoed from Zhong Yuan.
"rcy! Please, have rcy!"
Zhong Yuan couldn't take it anymore. It was as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over him, instantly extinguishing the fire of his rage. All that remained was terror and despair.
Chen Yang said nothing, rely staring down at him.
"I made it up! It was an excuse because I was jealous of the prescription! That's why I did it! Please, let go…" Zhong Yuan's courage completely shattered, and he began to beg desperately for rcy.
Instantly, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
Because of Zhong Qian and the Zhong Family's reputation in Lingjin City, everyone had placed a great deal of faith in Zhong Yuan. But now… it turned out he was saring the Qin Corporation? What a vile, shaless scoundrel.
Thinking back to what he'd said about praying for the people and sharing profits with them… The re thought made their skin crawl.
How can such a brazenly shaless person exist in this world? Ugh!
All their positive feelings for Zhong Yuan vanished in an instant, replaced by deep scorn and disgust. It was nauseating.
At the sa ti, a flicker of sympathy for Chen Yang arose among them. After overcoming so many obstacles and nearing the peak, an Eighth Rank Military General had suddenly appeared.
Alas…
Countless people let out long sighs. In their eyes, Chen Yang stood no chance against Zhong Qian. One was a Sixth Grade, the other an Eighth Rank. The two-rank gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm.
Chen Yang didn't ask any more questions. If Zhong Yuan was capable of this, his father, Zhong Qian, couldn't have been ignorant. Without the backing of an Eighth Rank Military General, Zhong Yuan would never have had such audacity. Since that was the case, there was nothing more to be said.
anwhile, Yang Hu approached Chen Yang and whispered, "We just got a ssage from Yan Yong. Zhong Qian has borrowed two thousand Martial Guards. They'll be at Hanling Temple soon."
"We'll wait for him," Chen Yang said, lighting a cigarette and standing quietly.
He was only halfway through his cigarette when…
BOOM!
Several large trucks rumbled to a halt nearby. One after another, Martial Guards leaped from the vehicles and assembled with swift precision.
"Holy crap! Did he just bring an entire unit from the Great Martial Departnt?"
"Is this the might of an Eighth Rank Military General? I'm in awe!"
As ordinary people, they had never witnessed such a grand spectacle. The overwhelming aura of steel and slaughter was breathtaking.
A man in his fifties, dressed in a military uniform and radiating a fierce, murderous energy, strode towards them with powerful, tiger-like steps. It was the Eighth Rank Military General, Zhong Qian.
When his blazing eyes fell upon Zhong Yuan lying in a pool of his own blood, his legs broken, a monstrous wave of killing intent erupted from him.
"Yuan! My son!" Zhong Qian's eyes instantly turned blood-red. He charged toward his son, roaring, "You damned piece of trash! I'm going to tear you limb from limb!"
His bone-chilling voice shot into the sky, seeming to lower the very temperature of the air.
"Dad, I want him dead! You have to kill him!" Zhong Yuan shrieked, tears of grievance gushing from his eyes to mix with the blood on his face.
Zhong Qian knelt and scooped him into his arms, kissing his forehead. "Don't worry. I'll let you kill him with your own hands."
He then bellowed, "Yan Yong! This scum has killed with impunity! Arrest him at once! I will interrogate him personally."
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Heavy footsteps suddenly rang out as the crowd scrambled to clear a wide path.
Zhong Qian whirled around and pointed a trembling finger at Chen Yang, a savage grin spreading across his face. "Yan Yong, that's him! For a Sixth Grade Military General to be so lawless is truly a rare sight!"
However, Yan Yong, who was leading the group, didn't even spare him a glance. He walked directly up to Chen Yang, ca to a halt, and gave a respectful salute. "District Supervisor Yan Yong of Lingjin City greets you, Governor."
"We greet the Governor!" the two thousand Martial Guards behind him roared in perfect unison.
Their voices thundered, rolling across the temple grounds.
Zhong Qian's jaw dropped.
Zhong Yuan froze.
The entire crowd was utterly silent, their minds reeling.
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