Urban Carefree Warrior God

A simple remark sent the crowd into a spontaneous, thundering applause. Although everyone had already met the new star X Film Entertainment was prominently promoting, they still hoped she would come on stage to say a few words.

Amidst the applause, Peng Xiaoqian made her way to the stage in small, hurried steps. Finally standing before the crowd, she faced everyone.

"Thank you all for being here," she began. Peng Xiaoqian was visibly emotional; she had waited for this day for far too long. Fortunately, her hard work had finally paid off.

Overcome with a mix of excitement and nervousness, her voice quivered and her eyes grew misty. "Thanks to the company's great favor and everyone's support, I, Peng Xiaoqian, am able to be here today."

Her pitiful appearance was enough to tug at anyone's heartstrings, and many in the audience felt a profound connection with her. The allure she exuded was particularly captivating, sending every man's heart racing as their minds filled with endless fantasies.

"I stand here today and I swear that I am not a despicable woman like Li Si!" she declared. "Having received a good upbringing since childhood, I know where to draw the line and understand the principle of repaying kindness."

"Li Si is despicable and two-faced. Her behavior is truly disgusting, and it has caused our entire company to suffer public condemnation and tremendous losses."

Peng Xiaoqian choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with tears. "To tell you the truth, I knew what Li Si was doing behind the scenes all along. I tried to advise her time and again, but not only did she refuse to listen, she spoke harshly to me—she even tried to suppress my career."

"Thankfully, good and evil are always repaid in kind, and she has received the punishment she deserves."

Her words were met with another round of thunderous applause.

"The actions of that wretched Li Si do not represent our entire company. I hope for your continued support," Peng Xiaoqian said, bowing once more before stepping down from the stage.

At that same moment, Chen Yang and Yang Hu entered the banquet hall. Casually dressed, the pair immediately drew stares.

What kind of occasion is this? They aren't even wearing formal attire?

Chen Yang picked up a glass of red wine from a waiter's tray, swirled it gently, and took a sip. Then, he remarked lightly, "What a fine upbringing indeed."

He continued, "I think you were more likely raised by dogs. Otherwise, why would you repeatedly insult someone in front of so many people?"

Peng Xiaoqian was speechless. Her face turned crimson, and she averted her gaze in embarrassment. She had initially assumed the two were crazed fans who had disregarded the dress code just to see her up close. She never expected them to be here to cause trouble.

The executives from X Film Entertainment all frowned. Wang Qingquan's face, in particular, darkened instantly. "Security!" he snarled. "Hurry up and throw these two little bastards out!"

The men were strangers in plain clothes, clearly neither acquaintances nor powerful figures. Why bother being polite to people like them?

But Chen Yang paid him no mind. He continued walking forward, flinging the wine from his glass as he went.

WHOOSH.

The red wine arced through the air, crossing the three or four meters in an instant before splashing squarely onto Peng Xiaoqian's face.

SPLASH.

The wine burst over her, drenching her upper body. She stood frozen in place, like a drowned rat.

The vast hall fell into a deathly silence.

What... What in the world is happening?

"Curses and lies roll off your tongue so easily. Is that what you call a good upbringing?" Chen Yang stood before her, then swept his gaze across the room. "The applause earlier was quite enthusiastic. Am I to assume you all agree with this woman's words?"

With that, Chen Yang set down his glass, clasped his hands behind his back, and stared at them through narrowed eyes.

The crowd was silent, their thoughts racing.

Who in the world is this guy? It's one thing to disrespect Peng Xiaoqian, but to openly provoke all the famous and powerful people here?

The flashbulbs flickered.

In the dead silence, the corners of Chen Yang's lips curled into a wicked smile. It was a truly devilish look. The sight made everyone shudder involuntarily as they came to their senses. Even Wang Qingquan, who had shot to his feet pointing at Chen Yang and preparing to roar with rage, subconsciously softened his tone.

Among them, a young girl's eyes widened upon seeing Chen Yang, and the color drained from her delicate face.

It's him!

She would never forget the terrifying scene of her usually domineering and unreasonable brother getting on his knees to beg this man for mercy. The past may fade like smoke, but some memories are etched into the mind like carvings in stone—indelible and haunting like recurring nightmares. Her older brother, Su Ziyan recalled, had mentioned more than once that if a powerhouse like him so much as lifted a finger, all of Lingjin City would tremble.

Su Ziyan drew a sharp breath, her face pale. She slowly backed away, trying to hide herself within the crowd.

At the same time, she wondered, How did Peng Xiaoqian manage to provoke such a powerful figure? Could it be because of Li Si?

Su Ziyan didn't dare to guess further. Right now, self-preservation was all that mattered.

"You... you actually splashed me with wine?" Peng Xiaoqian shrieked, finally snapping out of her stupor. Wiping the wine from her face, she glared venomously at Chen Yang. "I am the leading starlet of X Film Entertainment, a precious jewel! If I don't destroy you today, my name isn't Peng Xiaoqian!"

"You're dead!"

Wang Qingquan slammed his palm on the table. "This is X Film Entertainment's territory! How dare a punk like you run wild here?"

The words had barely left his mouth when a host of security personnel swarmed in from all directions.

Chen Yang acted as if he hadn't seen them. He took a file from Yang Hu, flipped through it casually, and said with a smirk, "You were saying something about having a bottom line?"

Peng Xiaoqian glared coldly at Chen Yang with a ferocious gaze.

"Then why does this file show that you were already being kept by someone during your sophomore year? Twice a week for thirty thousand a month? That's not a very high price."

Chen Yang flipped a page. "After that, you went through a total of six patrons. They got older and older, but the price kept going up."

"This latest one seems to be in his fifties. That's probably older than your father, isn't it?"

Finished, Chen Yang tossed the file in front of her. "So tell me again... where exactly is this bottom line of yours?"

To reek of filth yet publicly claim to be as pure as jade—it was utterly ludicrous.

Instantly, a wave of whispers swept through the crowd.

Seeing her past laid bare for all to see, Peng Xiaoqian could no longer remain composed. She trembled with rage. "Stop slinging mud!"

"Oh?" Chen Yang unhurriedly held up a photograph. "Look at this old man. Now look at how intimate you two are. Are you going to tell me you're just friends?"

"I..." Peng Xiaoqian's entire face burned with humiliation.

In the photo, she was gaudily dressed, held tightly in the arms of an old, ugly, fat man.

After getting a clear look at the photo, the guests turned as one, their gazes sweeping the room until they landed on a particular middle-aged man. This man was, without a doubt, the man from the picture.

Chen Yang wasn't surprised. A playful look crossed his face. "Leng Fangping? So, you're here too."

The middle-aged man in question, Leng Fangping, remained as still as a statue, completely unfazed by the dozens of eyes on him. He slowly lit a cigarette. "Kid, don't prance around like some brash young fool. For all you know, your corpse could turn up in some forgotten corner by tomorrow."

The words were spoken with such indifference it sent a chill down everyone's spine. His opening line was a death threat.

"Don't doubt my words. I, Leng Fangping, am someone you can't afford to cross in this life or the next."