His words were like the Nine True Words.
Hu Ting had no power to resist, imdiately falling to her knees. Always aloof and accustod to ordering people around, Hu Ting's face drained of color. Her hands pressed against her thighs, and large beads of sweat rolled down her pale, twisted face. She could never have imagined that this man would lay a hand on a weak woman like herself.
As things stood, she would have contacted her husband even if Chen Yang had said nothing.
Once the call connected, she spoke concisely, emphasizing at the end that she had been hit and that he needed to bring people over imdiately.
Beside her, Guo Kai was seething, his face a mask of anger he dared not express. Who in the world are these two?
Seeing Yang Hu's grim gaze fixed on him, Guo Kai protested, "We were once comrades-in-arms! How can you humiliate like this? What gives you the right to claim you're on active duty?"
"When you were acting as this woman's dog, aiding a tyrant and helping a predator, did you ever think about the oath you swore under the military flag?" Yang Hu questioned coldly.
Guo Kai was speechless.
SLAP.
Yang Hu was never a rciful person. Since the other party showed no remorse and failed to realize his mistake, there was no need for politeness. He slapped him across the face, and the sharp crack of bone breaking echoed through the air.
THUD!
Blood flowed from Guo Kai's seven orifices as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The sudden impact kicked up a cloud of dust.
HISS!
Hu Ting, pale as a ghost, sucked in a sharp breath. She clutched her skirt so tightly that her breathing seed to stop.
Heads peered out from the surrounding offices, their pupils shrinking in shock. These two are like Heavenly Gods descending, especially their leader. He's so serious; just by standing there, he can crush everything.
What… what kind of divine beings are they?
At this point, the atmosphere had completely solidified, making it hard for anyone to breathe.
Chen Yang remained silent. Just as he finished his cigarette, several vans screeched into the compound, braking hard on the side of the playground. The doors flew open, and dark figures poured out.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a black suit and black-frad glasses, his few strands of hair slicked back with oil, hurried onto the scene. Seeing Hu Ting and her two bodyguards kneeling on the ground, his expression instantly darkened. "What a disgrace!"
The man, nad Sun Hao, tugged at his tie, his grim eyes sweeping toward Chen Yang. "Kid, are you the one causing trouble here?"
"Are you blind, or can you just not see?" Yang Hu scoffed.
Sun Hao was taken aback. He had so standing in Cangyun City, and this was the first ti he had encountered such an arrogant young man. Is he not afraid of death?
"Causing a scene in broad daylight? Do you really think I, the district head, am just for show?"
Following closely behind Sun Hao was another middle-aged man in a black jacket, black trousers, and black leather shoes. With his hands behind his back, he carried the distinct air of a leader. He was a public official, in charge of this district. This attire was standard issue. His na was Zhou Qing, a top figure in the region.
"Listening to you, I guess you eat shit, then?" Yang Hu had no patience for officials who acted high and mighty. "Aren't you even going to ask what happened?"
"What did you say?!" Zhou Qing's sharp eyes shot to Yang Hu, his expression turning frigid. "The facts are right in front of you. This is wanton violence. Do you have any regard for the law?"
"Exactly! People like him should be arrested!" Hu Ting, now emboldened, gritted her teeth. "He should be taken out and shot!"
Sun Hao smirked but said nothing.
Chen Yang lit another cigarette, gazing up at the blue sky and white clouds as if the events unfolding had nothing to do with him.
"Heh heh…" Sun Hao couldn't help but laugh. "So young, yet acting so worldly. Don't tell you're naive enough to think you can bluff your way through this?"
"He's nothing but an insignificant buffoon," Zhou Qing scoffed, delivering the final verdict.
Sun Hao imdiately chid in with flattery, "Minister Sun hits the nail on the head."
Yang Hu shook his head. It was the collusion of people like them that had turned a clear world murky.
"You're a senior official, yet you don't distinguish between right and wrong. It's laughable," Yang Hu said.
"What? Does the way I, Zhou Qing, handle things require your instruction?" Zhou Qing narrowed his eyes, his tone growing colder. "The Sun Family and I are very close friends. Their upbringing and refinent surpass countless others."
"Upbringing and refinent?" Yang Hu laughed as if he had heard the world's funniest joke. "So, you're just another dog."
Zhou Qing was stunned. Is he… insulting ? For decades, Zhou Qing had been revered and fawned over; this was the first ti he had been insulted directly to his face.
"You're courting death!" Sun Hao interjected. "I'll handle this!"
"Fine!" Zhou Qing's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He nodded, "Leave the cleanup to ."
The implication was clear: with here, you can do as you please.
With that, the district boss turned and walked back downstairs. As he left, the n who had arrived earlier received their orders and began heading up.
BANG. BANG.
Along the corridor, office windows were slamd shut and doors were closed. In an instant, the air was thick with tension, ready to explode.
Zhou Qing moved against the flow of n and returned to his car. But he didn't leave. Having gotten involved, how could he miss the end of the show? Those two fools had not only offended the Sun Family but had also dared to call him a dog. How brazen. They must be tired of living.
TSS!
Zhou Qing lit a cigarette and glanced up, his gaze landing squarely on Chen Yang's face. His cold eyes stared at Chen Yang, his posture and attitude that of a great man scrutinizing an insignificant insect.
What a joke. Class is a fine thing, not sothing you can just leap across because you feel like it. Acting so recklessly… you're dood to a premature end. His words were filled with a mixture of pity and the smug certainty of soone who had seen through the way of the world.
Right, where's Zhao Hong? Zhou Qing suddenly frowned. Why haven't I seen the park director amid all this commotion?
"I'll call him right now," his secretary said, imdiately dialing Zhao Hong's number and putting it on speaker.
The call connected quickly.
"Zhao Hong! A major incident is happening on your turf. Don't tell you're still unaware!" Zhou Qing barked into the phone.
"I… I know."
"Then where are you?"
"I'm… I'm in my office," Zhao Hong stamred.
"Useless!" Zhou Qing looked up. He knew the office facing the impending bloodshed was Zhao Hong's. So, it's all happening right outside his door, and this park director is cowering inside, too scared to co out?
Zhou Qing raged, "Don't tell you haven't heard what's going on right outside your office!"
"I… I've heard," Zhao Hong said, wiping cold sweat from his forehead as he stared at a red seal on his desk. "But… but I can't do anything about it."
"Director Zhou, do… do you know who that young man is?"
Zhou Qing was surprised. "What? This posturing fool couldn't possibly have so remarkable identity, could he?" The powerful official couldn't help but sneer.
"He… he is the… the War God of the State!"
Suddenly, Zhou Qing's body went ramrod straight, his face turning deathly pale. "You're… you're talking nonsense."
"I have a docunt he stamped with his seal. I'll take a photo and send it to you right now."
After he hung up, a high-definition picture arrived monts later. It was a seal with an inscription: *The War God of the State will vie for every inch of ground.*
It really is him!
Zhou Qing was speechless.
The secretary was speechless.
They couldn't believe anyone would bother forging a seal of this rank for re amusent.
Recalling Chen Yang's indifferent deanor and sharp aura, Zhou Qing's face collapsed. He was utterly crestfallen.
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