WHOOSH!
Night fell, and the rain was unprecedentedly heavy.
The Qingyuan River Estate had already switched on its neon lights, which flashed with a dazzling, multicolored brilliance against the dark, vast sky. The servants guarding the gate had retreated into the house to escape the downpour. They were enjoying the air conditioning and hot tea, feeling utterly relaxed and comfortable. As a result, no one noticed when a comrcial van barreled into the estate.
Pushing the car door open, Chen Yang and Yang Hu let the wind and rain beat against their faces as they walked straight toward the estate's main hall.
CREAK.
Yang Hu pushed the door open. It wasn't until they had stepped inside that anyone noticed them and turned their gazes over.
Since Zuo Fan had left the Zuo Family event early that day, he had never seen Chen Yang's face. Now, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Who are you? Is this a place you can just waltz into?" one of Zuo Fan's confidants, a young man nad Duan Fei, asked in a low voice. He held a cigar as he approached them.
"I hear you've captured a friend of mine," Chen Yang said calmly, his gaze sweeping the room. He breathed a small sigh of relief only after spotting Zhou Yufei on the sofa.
Zhou Yufei choked back a sob. This man... he always appears before at the most critical monts.
When she saw Chen Yang's reassuring smile, Zhou Yufei nodded. The despair and fear in her heart instantly vanished. With him here, what would it matter if the sky itself were to fall?
Duan Fei narrowed his eyes. He didn't move aside, instead glancing back at Zuo Fan for instructions.
"It's fine," Zuo Fan gestured dismissively.
The others couldn't help but smirk. Do they have a death wish, daring to show up here?
Duan Fei stepped aside, allowing Chen Yang and Yang Hu to enter.
The hall, several hundred square ters in size, radiated luxury from every inch. At the central bar, a group of young n with an imposing air stared at Chen Yang, their faces a mixture of amusent and disdain.
"Zuo Fan, they call you the Little Prince of Cangyun City, but it seems so people don't give you face! Look, they've co knocking right at your door!"
"Haha..."
The speaker was a young man in a gray robe, perched on the edge of the bar with his hand gripping the mouth of his glass. His na was Tu Zhihao, Tu Su's cousin. At his words, all the mbers of the Imperial Clan erupted in laughter.
Chen Yang paid them no mind and walked directly toward Zhou Yufei.
"Who let you in here? Do you know what this place is?"
The chorus of ridicule made Zuo Fan's face flush. A flicker of suspicion that had just crossed his mind was imdiately extinguished by a wave of anger. He pointed a finger at Chen Yang, his thunderous reprimand echoing through the hall. With a cigar in one hand and the other on his hip, Zuo Fan finally gave Chen Yang a proper look, his expression a unique blend of fury and arrogance. If not for Tu Zhihao's mocking interruption, Zuo Fan might have guessed the identity of his visitor.
"The Little Prince is speaking to you! Are you deaf, or were you born without ears?" Duan Fei stood beside Zuo Fan, riding his master's coattails with a viciousness that was chillingly palpable.
The impressive-looking Tu Zhihao raised his glass for a small sip and smiled faintly. "Since he's a friend and was willing to risk his life to co here, why not let him stay and be a spectator?"
"An excellent idea. We'll listen to the lord," Zuo Fan said, his eyes lighting up.
"Trash, kneel over there," Zuo Fan sneered at Chen Yang before turning to Duan Fei. "Go, bring..."
Before he could finish, he saw Chen Yang walking toward them.
Duan Fei's eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at Chen Yang. "Trash, I told you to kneel. Are you deaf?"
"Hey," Zuo Fan waved a hand to stop him. "He's just a piece of trash. What can he possibly do? Besides, with so many lords from the Imperial Clan present, there's no need to pay him any mind."
"Actually, the fact that you're still alive is my mistake."
BOOM!
In a flash of lightning.
"You, the one who got away, still dare to jump around?"
Chen Yang's hand shot out, slapping toward Zuo Fan's head. With a deafening crash, the wooden coffee table in front of him exploded. Wood splinters and blood spattered everywhere. The attack was so sudden and swift that by the ti everyone ca to their senses, Zuo Fan had already collapsed into a pool of his own blood.
This...
"You piece of trash, you're looking for death!" Tu Zhihao, who had been standing silently nearby, roared, his face instantly turning grim. He took a step forward, his fingers forming a blade as he prepared to chop down at Chen Yang. Anyone who dared to disrespect the authority of the Imperial Clan deserved a swift death.
However, before he could even raise his hand, his entire body froze. In an instant, Tu Zhihao's face flushed crimson with strain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his temples. It felt as if the very air around him had solidified, pressing in from all directions and rendering him completely immobile.
Am I seeing a ghost? he wondered. I am a mighty seventeenth-tier expert, one of the top masters in all of Cangyun City. What is happening right now?
Chen Yang picked up a nearby bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and said coolly, "You want to touch a friend of mine?"
As he spoke, everyone in the room froze. Then, Tu Zhihao and the others began to tremble violently, as if struck by lightning. Such power, combined with the surna Chen, was all the proof they needed.
He... how did he get here?
This...
The crowd was overco with shock and terror.
"You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on ? Are you trying to die?" Zuo Fan roared, finally struggling up from the floor after a long mont of daze. He clutched his head with one hand and pointed furiously at Chen Yang with the other. "With so many from the Imperial Clan here, you must have eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall to dare and touch !"
"Sir, I beg you, please act and kill this piece of trash!" Zuo Fan pleaded with Tu Zhihao.
Tu Zhihao ground his teeth, his face ashen.
Chen Yang downed two more glasses of wine. "Dare to touch my reverse scale? Forget the Imperial Clan; even if the Heavenly King himself were here, I would kill him without hesitation."
Tu Zhihao was speechless.
The crowd fell silent.
Still oblivious, Zuo Fan instinctively turned to Tu Zhihao. "What 'Chen'? Who is he..."
"He is the Forr Chief Military Commander who pacified the Zuo Family. He is Chen Yang."
Zuo Fan froze. He had suspected it when his own words were cut off, but now, with the other shoe having dropped, he felt as though he had been struck by lightning. That's right. I should have guessed from the very beginning.
THUMP!
Nearby, Duan Fei was already scared witless. He dropped to his knees and began to kowtow repeatedly, begging for his life.
Chen Yang didn't even spare him a glance. His cold gaze locked onto Tu Zhihao. "Was it you who said I should be a spectator on the side?"
"A mis... a misunderstanding! I can explain, please..."
BOOM!
Chen Yang struck out with his palm. The once imposing Tu Zhihao collapsed rigidly to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with utter unwillingness and profound terror.
Zuo Fan witnessed the entire scene unfold. I thought I was safe with Tu Zhihao here, he thought, his mind reeling. But in the end...
He was left speechless.
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