The bustling Cangyun City remained as vibrant as ever. Noble families controlled vast amounts of money and reigned supre over the masses, indulging in the most extravagant of lifestyles without restraint. Cars worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, were nothing more than common playthings for them.
anwhile, ordinary citizens worked hard as always, exchanging their ti for a modicum of wealth. Once the holiday season ended, their children would be starting school again.
Under the sa sky, yet living in different worlds? They seemingly kept to themselves, but there were always those who, buoyed by their noble status and vast wealth, wantonly trampled the rules of society, treating commoners as insignificant ants.
Take, for example, Young Master Luo Chen.
After a satisfying tennis match with a world-famous player, Luo Chen first soaked in a hot bath at the club. Once he'd finished breakfast, he and his n proceeded to the Ancient Cliff Grand Hotel at an unhurried pace.
The na alone, Ancient Cliff, evoked a sense of the extraordinary. This hotel, a famous city landmark, had been built with an investnt of nearly ten billion. It had three shareholders, and Luo Chen was one of them. His n had gathered several stunningly beautiful won from among the populace, who now waited quietly at the Ancient Cliff Grand Hotel.
「In the car.」
"Young Master, soone contacted you through Su Ling. He said he has a business deal to discuss," a young man nad Shen Chao, Luo Chen's trusted confidant, said respectfully. "It sounds like a decent project, but he's lacking funds and wants to get so investnt from you."
"Su Ling?" Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, then waved his hand. "Tell him to co to the hotel."
"Yes, Young Master."
「An hour later.」
A business van, glaringly out of place in front of the luxurious hotel, slowly pulled to a stop.
Thanks to a prior reservation, the hotel manager personally guided Chen Yang and Yang Hu to the top floor, which served as Luo Chen's private domain. It was equipped with a swimming pool, gym, bar, and a host of other entertainnt facilities—everything one could wish for.
At that mont, Luo Chen was draped in a white bathrobe, with two young won lying by his feet, their bodies soaked in blood. Besides Luo Chen, several other young masters from powerful families were present. On the periphery stood three middle-aged n in robes, whose martial prowess seed extraordinary at a glance.
Luo Chen glanced at Chen Yang and Yang Hu. While wiping the blood from his hands, he asked indifferently, "Speak. What's the project, and how much money do you need?"
As he spoke, Shen Chao and a few other n strode over to pat them down. Once they were searched, Chen Yang stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as they fixed on one of the girls on the floor.
"What are you looking at?" Luo Chen snapped, then sneered. "These bitches don't know what's good for them. Don't they realize it's the blessing of a lifeti to be here, servicing ? And still they act all prim and proper, so uncooperative! The result? Later, I'll dump them in the Qingyuan River to feed the fish."
Chen Yang's gaze darkened. Beside him, Yang Hu's fists clenched tightly.
"Let's get this straight. No matter the project, if I decide to invest, I must have an eighty percent stake," Luo Chen said, picking up a drink and settling himself on the sofa.
Chen Yang was about to take a seat when Shen Chao stepped forward to block him, sneering, "Look where you are. Is this a place for trash like you to sit?"
Luo Chen slowly lit a cigar, showing no intention of intervening.
"Young Master Luo Chen, truly domineering," Chen Yang said, pulling over a chair and sitting down anyway.
Luo Chen's gaze hardened.
Shen Chao imdiately charged forward, bellowing, "Who said you could sit? You must be looking for death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to slap Chen Yang across the face.
SWISH!
A cold light flashed, gone in an instant. The flash was as fast as lightning. As the cold light faded, everyone saw it clearly: Shen Chao's right hand, the one he had been swinging at Chen Yang's face, had been severed at the wrist.
Luo Chen: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"My—my hand!!" Shen Chao's eyes looked ready to pop from their sockets as his left hand desperately clutched his bleeding stump. He staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground.
Luo Chen's hand, holding the cigar, froze mid-air. His brow furrowed in disbelief.
"Now, is there anyone else who wants to stop from sitting?" Chen Yang lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and then turned his gaze to Luo Chen.
Yang Hu stood ready with a dagger in hand, his sinister eyes sweeping across the room.
Who could possibly find a dagger he wanted to hide?
Luo Chen: "..."
Is this... a dream? So nobody about my age dared to commit violence right in front of my face? And he even chopped off the hand of my most trusted man?
Luo Chen had paid little attention to Chen Yang's subordinate, never imagining the man could be so ruthless.
"Young—Young Master, I want him dead!" Shen Chao wailed from the floor where he lay curled up. The other young masters were thrown into disarray, not knowing what to do. Although they were of a higher status than ordinary noble scions, when faced with such raw violence, each proved more cowardly than the last.
Ignoring the scene completely, Chen Yang poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and nodded in satisfaction. "This tea? The flavor... it must be from those two ancient trees, right?"
Luo Chen's face turned black, and he nearly choked.
You chopped off my confidant's hand and didn't even blink, and now you're seriously critiquing the tea?
But Luo Chen quickly regained his composure.
This is an imperial tribute tea; only a handful of people have ever had the chance to taste it. Yet he identified it in a single sip?
"Who... who exactly are you?" Luo Chen stood up, his gaze chilling.
He wasn't a fool. It was obvious this man hadn't co to talk business. He was here to cause trouble. Anyone who could recognize that tea was no ordinary person.
But Chen Yang's gaze had already shifted to the girls lying on the ground, completely ignoring Luo Chen's presence.
"Yang Hu, what do you think we're fighting and dying for out there? Isn't it so the people of this land can live and work in peace? But look..."
CRACK.
Chen Yang clenched his fists until they cracked. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he gritted out, "These dogs deserve to die!"
The Martial Guards leave seclusion forged like steel, having already disregarded life and death. They seek only one thing: a clear and just sky. Alas, even in a world that seems bathed in sunlight, there are always dark corners where such filth is allowed to fester. It's utterly repulsive.
Just because his grandfather is Luo Yunhai, he thinks he can abduct won? That he can end their lives the mont they resist while he's toying with them? I just happened to stumble upon it today. But this is just the tip of the iceberg... how many young girls has he brutalized?
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