Urban Carefree Warrior God

Those who attended the party didn't leave immediately after going downstairs. Instead, they lingered below, waiting to see how things would conclude. Yuan Qingyun had issued a challenge, and Qin Corporation had answered it head-on. For the moment, Qin Corporation held the upper hand.

That guy was an unstoppable force. He arrived and immediately declared he would send Yuan Qingyun to his death. His methods were swift and ruthless. Yuan Qingyun, touted as a prodigy, was powerless before him, defeated in a single move and severely injured. But was that the end of it? Hardly.

The power wielded by Haoyu Group was difficult for an ordinary person to comprehend. To put it in perspective, even the four great super-families of Lingjin City had to treat Haoyu Group with the utmost respect and yield to them. For a company in the pharmaceutical industry to operate on a global scale, its financial power, connections, and influence were not to be underestimated. Yuan Qingyun was merely Haoyu Group's vanguard; more formidable figures were sure to follow. Only by securing both the front and the rear could they guarantee success.

And the man from Qin Corporation? Though incredibly powerful, he was still just one person. What was one man against the colossal Haoyu Group? The process might have some twists and turns, but the final outcome was already set in stone. Alas, this world always favored the strong. Whether Qin Donglai had actually stolen the prescription was no longer important; no one cared anymore.

Some of the bolder reporters tried to force their way into the hotel to get to the scene, but they were forcefully intercepted by hotel security. The management's thinking was simple: the situation had spiraled out of control, and the potential negative impact on the hotel was already immense. Under the circumstances, all they could do was try to minimize the fallout.

A few minutes later, several executive cars screeched to a halt in front of the Yuelan Hotel. From one of the cars, a man gazed up at the top floor. This was Yuan Tiance. He was in his fifties but so well-maintained that he looked to be in his forties, and he was dressed in a black brocade suit.

"Notify everyone to lock down all hotel exits. Don't let so much as a fly get out," he ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan!" An elderly man who looked like a butler nodded respectfully and was the first to step out of the car.

The night had grown deep. A cold moon gradually climbed across the dome of the sky. The wind howled like a drum, and the night was bleak and desolate.

Yuan Tiance slowly stepped out of the car. Many of the reporters recognized the second-in-command of Haoyu Group. In an instant, the journalists, armed with their cameras and microphones, swarmed toward him like a gust of wind, surrounding him. His subordinates moved forward to block them, but Yuan Tiance stopped them with a wave of his hand.

"Mr. Yuan, can you tell us what's happening upstairs? Is your nephew being held captive?"

"Mr. Yuan, did you receive a distress call from your nephew, and is that why you've rushed here with so many people to rescue him?"

"Mr. Yuan, could you tell us what your plan is?"

The questions flew like a flurry of sparrows chirping.

Yuan Tiance raised a hand, calling for silence. Once the crowd had quieted down completely, he spoke slowly, "My Qingyun is a prodigy, a Tenth-Order Fist Master with unparalleled combat prowess. How could he possibly be captured by some little punk?"

"As for a distress call, that's absurd! I came here simply to cut this mess short. After all, we've given the other side enough time, and Haoyu Group has no more to waste."

"My plan, of course, is to retrieve the prescription that rightfully belongs to Haoyu Group, and incidentally..." At this, Yuan Tiance paused, a smile twisting his lips. "That insignificant Qin Corporation has no reason to exist any longer."

「On the rooftop terrace.」

Yang Hu looked down at the scene below, taking in Yuan Tiance's arrival with a scoff. "Boss, look at that old geezer's smug expression. Does he really think he has us cornered?"

"Whether he does or not is beside the point. He has to save face," Chen Yang said nonchalantly.

"Heh heh!" Yang Hu grinned. "Well, in that case, I'm really looking forward to seeing his face when he gets up here."

"I don't plan on letting him come up."

Yang Hu was left speechless.

Yuan Qingyun felt a chill run down his spine. He was terrified beyond belief, his insides twisting in agony. How could I have possibly imagined it? The live-in son-in-law of the Qin Corporation, the man known throughout Lingjin City as a good-for-nothing… is actually the King, Chen Yang!

And yet, he had been foolish enough to provoke him. He even had the audacity to call himself a prodigy in his presence. Heh… How utterly comical. What a complete fool I've been.

Breathing heavily, his face flushed red, Yuan Qingyun's mind was in turmoil. He used what little strength he had left to prop himself up and began to kowtow. "I-I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! Please, Governor, I beg you to be merciful and spare my life."

"I swear I'll turn over a new leaf. I'll even make a large donation to improve the living conditions for the Martial Guards of Hanyun Valley."

This scion of a powerful family might have been arrogant, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what he had to say to survive.

"What if the person standing here today wasn't the Zhennan Prince, but just an ordinary employee of Qin Corporation?" Yang Hu shot him a look and said coolly, "You still don't get it. You weren't defeated by one man today; you were defeated by justice itself. You came here throwing your weight around from the start, which just proves that your Haoyu Group is rotten to the core. If you walk in the darkness for long enough, you're bound to run into a ghost. Wouldn't you agree?"

Yuan Qingyun had no words.

「Meanwhile.」

Yuan Qingyun's phone rang.

Chen Yang answered it and put it on speaker.

"I'm downstairs," Yuan Tiance's menacing voice crackled through the phone. "Just as I said before, release my nephew at once. Do that, and you might still live."

"Alright. You just wait," Chen Yang agreed.

After hanging up, he ordered Yang Hu, "Go, bring me that glass."

"You got it!" Yang Hu knew exactly what Chen Yang intended and grinned wickedly.

"Here you go!" Yang Hu held the glass of Louis XIII in front of Yuan Qingyun. "My Boss rarely buys anyone a drink. You should feel honored."

Yuan Qingyun stared, completely bewildered. What kind of game is this?

But he had no choice. With a heart full of dread, he drank the brandy.

The moment he finished, Chen Yang grabbed him.

CRASH!

The empty glass fell and shattered on the floor.

"Goodbye."

With that, Chen Yang hurled Yuan Qingyun from the rooftop.

A dark figure plummeted through the night sky.

THUD!

It crashed down, landing right at Yuan Tiance's feet.

"Ahhh!"

"Someone jumped!"

A wave of screams and panicked cries erupted from the crowd.

STUMBLE, STUMBLE, STUMBLE.

Yuan Tiance staggered back several steps. But when he saw the face of the man on the ground, his composure shattered completely.

"Qing... Qingyun?!"

Yuan Tiance stared, utterly speechless.

A stunned silence fell over the entire crowd.