Urban Carefree Warrior God

"Don't you get cocky!" Yuan Qingyun bellowed as he struggled to his feet. "I haven't even gotten serious yet!"

However, just as he tried to stand, a series of sharp cracks, like popping beans, echoed from within his body. After a brief, stunned second, he collapsed heavily to his knees. Large mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed from his lips as if they were free.

At the same time, Yuan Qingyun finally understood. That single, effortless wave of his opponent's hand, like swatting a fly, had shattered half of his ribs and severely damaged his internal organs.

"Forget being a mere Ninth-Order," Yang Hu said, lighting a cigarette and taking a bored drag. "Even if you were the Tenth-Order warrior the world hypes you up to be, you're still just an ant in front of my Boss."

"You... you..." Yuan Qingyun's eyes nearly burst from their sockets with rage. He couldn't accept this! He refused to!

Who was he? He was Yuan Qingyun, hailed as a heaven-blessed prodigy! How could he be defeated so easily? It was like being swatted away like a common housefly!

A choked gasp escaped him as his qi and blood surged violently. Yuan Qingyun lay prostrate on the ground, the glaring crimson staining his white suit a particularly arresting sight.

This... This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! The man before him was about his own age. As a peer, how could anyone possibly be his match? An illusion. This has to be an illusion!

He struggled to his feet again, but more blood gushed from his mouth without stopping. His gaze, full of venomous resentment, was fixed on Chen Yang in utter disbelief.

"You're too weak," Chen Yang said with a faint smile, swirling the wine in his glass.

Only then did the surrounding crowd snap back to their senses. The entire rooftop buzzed with shock. Everyone stared, speechless and wide-eyed, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

The dignified Second Young Master of the Haoyu Group, hailed as a heaven-blessed prodigy, was defeated with a single wave of a hand? Who... who in the world was this person?

"You're courting death!" two middle-aged men shouted, rushing forward. One of them roared, "How dare you touch our young master? Do you have a death wish?"

"It's not easy to cultivate to your level. You should cherish your lives," Yang Hu said, popping a strawberry into his mouth. He then unhurriedly drew a pistol and tossed it onto a nearby table.

In an instant, the two middle-aged men froze. A heavy silence fell over the spacious rooftop.

Chen Yang glanced at the crowd and gave them a warm smile. "My apologies for interrupting everyone's evening. I am deeply sorry."

"Clear the area."

These last words were, of course, directed at Yang Hu.

Yang Hu grinned. "Everyone, it's getting late, and we have some business to take care of. Why don't you all head home now?"

CRUNCH!

The wine glass he had just emptied shattered in his hand, turning into fine powder. An evening breeze swept past, carrying the dust away.

Everyone's scalps prickled as they stared, unable to believe the scene before their eyes.

Such power... It was otherworldly!

Who would dare to linger after that? They all scrambled to leave in a panic, including Yuan Qingyun's two bodyguards.

"Oh, and one more thing. I don't want to hear a single word about what happened here today mentioned outside," Yang Hu said, flashing a wide, wicked grin that revealed two rows of pearly white teeth.

Everyone's hearts trembled. They waved their hands frantically, offering assurances.

"We won't say a thing! Not a single word, we promise!"

"You can rest assured, sir!"

In an instant, the once-bustling rooftop was left with only three people.

Chen Yang walked to the edge of the rooftop, letting the wild wind whip across his face. With his hands clasped behind his back, he asked nonchalantly, "Besides you, who else from the Haoyu Group came to Lingjin City?"

"Don't think you'll get any information out of me!" Yuan Qingyun remained defiant, his expression ferocious despite his condition.

BANG!

Yang Hu fired.

The bullet tore through Yuan Qingyun's thigh, making his body jolt violently as a shrill scream erupted from his throat.

Yang Hu slowly walked over and ground his heel into the gunshot wound. "My Boss asks a question, you give an answer," he said coolly. "Try to act all tough in front of me, and I'll make you regret the day you were born."

Yuan Qingyun's rigid body went limp, slumping back to the ground. His face was deathly pale, and his breath came in great, heaving gasps.

Without another word, Yang Hu slowly moved the muzzle of the gun to Yuan Qingyun's other leg.

Yuan Qingyun's pupils seemed ready to burst from their sockets. "I'll talk!" he screamed like a man possessed. "I'll tell you everything!"

"And here I thought you had some spine," Yang Hu scoffed, putting his pistol away. "Still trying to act cocky with me?"

"M-my second uncle is here too!" Yuan Qingyun was utterly terrified now, blurting out, "He left half a day after me. He should have already arrived in Lingjin City."

"Call him," Chen Yang ordered.

Trembling, Yuan Qingyun fumbled for his phone, dialed his second uncle's number, and handed it to Yang Hu. Yang Hu took the phone in one hand and grabbed Yuan Qingyun's collar with the other, dragging him over to Chen Yang.

The call connected quickly. A deep voice came through the phone.

"Qingyun, I just got to Lingjin City. How are things on your end? Did you get the formula?"

Paying no heed to anything else, Yuan Qingyun screeched at the top of his lungs, "Second Uncle, save me!"

"I'm on the rooftop of the Yuelan Hotel! Hurry and save me!"

"Qingyun, what happened?"

Ignoring the urgent, furious voice on the phone, Chen Yang nonchalantly lit a cigarette before taking the device from Yang Hu.

"If you want the formula, you're welcome to come and take it by force. Why cook up such a pathetic excuse?" Chen Yang said coolly. "Claiming my father-in-law stole it from your Haoyu Group? How did you even have the nerve to say that?"

"Who are you?"

In his hotel room, Yuan Tiance began ordering his men to gather as he roared into the phone, "Listen, kid! If you dare to harm my nephew today, I, Yuan Tiance, swear to the heavens that I will wipe out your entire family!"

"You'd better be smart about this and release my nephew immediately. It's the only way you'll get out of this alive."

Chen Yang chuckled. "You have the address. So, are you coming?"

Yuan Tiance: "..."

Yuan Qingyun: "..."

What kind of game was this?

Without waiting for a reply, Chen Yang added, "I'll give you twenty minutes. Call me when you get downstairs."

CLICK.

Chen Yang hung up.

"I don't care who you are, you'd better let me go right now!" Yuan Qingyun said coldly, seeming to sense a glimmer of hope.

Yang Hu asked, "Ever heard of the Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince?"

Yuan Qingyun: "..."

His pupils visibly contracted to pinpricks, and the glimmer of hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.

「Meanwhile.」

As the party guests came downstairs, the reporters waiting at the entrance burst into an uproar.

"Why do you all look so panicked? What happened upstairs?"

"Did someone from the Qin Corporation show up?"

But no matter how much they pried, the guests remained tight-lipped, refusing to answer any questions directly. Their silence only made the situation seem more bizarre, and soon, all sorts of rumors were flying.

At the same time, Yuan Tiance gathered as many men as he could in the shortest possible time. A convoy of several vans was now speeding toward the Yuelan Grand Hotel.

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