Urban Carefree Warrior God

Chen Yang was as indifferent as ever. He gently swirled his wine glass, allowing the red wine to blend fully with the air and release its alluring aroma.

As for Leng Fangping, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body trembling, his limbs numb and paralyzed.

"You, you..." Leng Fangping's lips trembled as he spoke, his pupils constricting as if his world had just ended.

Feeling he had sobered up enough, Chen Yang took a light sip. "Forget you, Mr. Leng. Even the Patriarch of the Leng Family wouldn't dare utter a single arrogant word in my presence."

His words exploded like a thunderclap, jarring their Divine Spirits and throwing their thoughts into chaos.

BEEP!

Instantly, everyone present, from Wang Qingquan to the last guest, stared with mouths agape, their bodies trembling. Someone the Leng Family wouldn't dare to offend?!

"I want a detailed report on how you handle this by tomorrow," Chen Yang said to the men in suits.

"Yes, sir." They turned in unison, bowing respectfully to Chen Yang.

Once again, the crowd was stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. Today's attendees were all members of Lingjin City's elite, yet they were now too shocked to regain their senses. The man they had mocked moments ago had shattered their composure with just a few short sentences. Utterly terrifying!

His words were simple and his movements casual, yet for some reason, he projected the majesty of a king whose authority commanded mountains and rivers. The intangible aura he exuded was simply overwhelming.

Wang Qingquan's face had long since turned ashen. All his vigor and spirit had drained away, and his limbs hung limp like a beaten dog.

As for Leng Fangping, his already ugly face was now a livid mask of purple and blue. Flashes of extreme resentment gave way to beads of cold sweat that poured from his forehead.

Who… who in the world is this man?

A person that even the Patriarch of the Leng Family would avoid clashing with? A man who terrified him witless with just a single phone call? He wasn't a fool; how could he fail to see what was happening? The problem was, the number of people in all of Lingjin City who could make the Leng Family submit could be counted on one hand. And in his memory, no such person existed. Could he be a so-called Jiang Long, a powerhouse from outside the city? Or was this all some kind of misunderstanding?

Holding onto this doubt, he cautiously glanced at his phone. The call log clearly showed his older brother's number. He recalled his brother's terrified, stammering voice. There's no mistake.

Nearby, Peng Xiaoqian knew they had run into an impossibly tough opponent. After taking several deep breaths to control her terror, she began to back away slowly, hoping to seize the opportunity to escape. After all, that piece of trash wasn't paying attention to her right now.

But!

She had only taken a single step when Chen Yang dipped his right index finger into his wine glass and flicked it.

WHOOSH!

With a sharp whistle, a single drop of wine shot through the air. It went straight for Peng Xiaoqian, piercing through the leg she had just extended.

With a thud, she collapsed to the ground. A shocking splash of crimson instantly stained the floor.

Peng Xiaoqian: "..."

Everyone: "..."

HISS…

Gasps echoed through the room.

Only now did they truly realize just how formidable and terrifying this quiet, perpetually indifferent young man was. It was just a single drop of wine, yet with a flick of his finger, it had become as lethal as a bullet.

"Ah! My, my leg..." Peng Xiaoqian struggled to scream. She subconsciously looked towards Leng Fangping and shouted, "Mr. Leng, save me! I've served you for so long, you must save me!!"

Her words were an unwitting confession, confirming everything Chen Yang had said. She was indeed a truly depraved and shameless woman.

Leng Fangping had no time to spare her a thought. He himself was in deep water, his own fate uncertain. He finally understood. The man before him not only had a shocking background but was also a top-tier expert of formidable strength. It now made sense why his older brother had been so terrified.

Chen Yang put down his wine glass, glanced indifferently at everyone present, and said with a faint smile, "Just now, Mr. Leng declared that over half of the people here could easily kill me. I'm curious, which half might that be?"

Instantly, everyone lowered their heads, trembling with fear and not daring to make a move.

Earlier, when Leng Fangping had made that statement, he was brimming with arrogant vigor, and they had all basked in his reflected glory. How ludicrous it seemed now. Utterly laughable.

They all began cursing Leng Fangping furiously in their minds. Damn you! Because of your reckless bragging, you've dragged us all into this! You bastard, you deserve to die! Did you see those men in black suits? Do you have any idea who they are? And the Leng Family, one of the four great super-families of Lingjin City, was terrified into chaos by a single phone call! Who would dare confront such a man?

"This, this was all just Leng Fangping blowing hot air, we didn't agree at all!"

"Your Excellency, please see this clearly! We truly had no such intention, absolutely none!"

Before long, the crowd, which had been enjoying the spectacle moments before, was now in a panic, apologizing profusely. They were as reverent as if praying to a god.

Leng Fangping watched this, his feelings a complex, indescribable mix. Even racking his brain, he couldn't fathom who this magnate could possibly be. That demeanor, that aura... at this moment, it seemed truly that of a king.

Chen Yang picked up a brand-new glass, slowly poured himself a drink, and then looked toward Leng Fangping.

That single glance was all it took. Mr. Leng could no longer support himself; he slid from his chair and fell to his knees.

"Your Excellency, it was my fault! I was blind and judged you wrongly! I was a fool to show off in front of you. I'm sorry, I know I was wrong." Leng Fangping begged, kowtowing as cold sweat poured down his face. "Please, be magnanimous! Just let me go like a fart in the wind!"

*If there comes a day when you can command mountains and rivers with a wave of your hand, a stamp of your foot, arriving like a king... then throughout this vast territory, all shall kneel in submission. Be they nobles, powerful clans, or ambitious warlords who wish to overturn the heavens themselves. In this magnificent era, your name will be sung by all.*

"My name is Chen Yang."

Chen Yang stood up, and as he passed by Leng Fangping, he uttered these few words indifferently.

His tone was light and detached, yet it struck everyone's ears with the force of a thunderclap.

Leng Fangping kept kowtowing in thanks.

The others were filled with terror and awe.

This man's aura was overwhelming, soaring to the heavens. He was peerless, like a king or an emperor.

"..."