Urban Carefree Warrior God

It really was Yuan Qingyun!

After a brief period of shock, everyone could see clearly that the figure was indeed that favored son of heaven—Yuan Qingyun.

Was he... thrown down by someone?

First, the partygoers had come downstairs in a panic, and now Yuan Qingyun had fallen from the building. The situation was obvious. Instantly, the flashes from countless cameras began to flicker nonstop.

CLICK. CLICK.

The horrifying image of Yuan Qingyun's corpse was thus immortalized.

With each press release sent out, a tumultuous wave was about to crash over the night-shrouded Lingjin City. Following the intense exposure and sensationalism from the major media outlets, Yuan Qingyun had become a peerless prodigy in the public's mind, an insurmountable mountain among his peers.

Yet, he had been thrown from the rooftop. Such a fate could only be described as tragic and was deeply lamentable.

Consequently, many people turned to look at Yuan Tiance. Just moments ago, how brimming with confidence had he been?

Yuan Tiance nearly shattered his teeth from clenching them so hard, his face a deathly pale. "Qingyun! Qingyun!"

He then threw his head back violently, his eyes fixed on the rooftop. "Scum! I don't care who you are or what backing you have! For daring to kill my nephew, I, Yuan Tiance, swear to flay you alive, mince your flesh, and feed you to the dogs!"

A bone-deep chill ran through the crowd at his words, and they all looked up as well.

In the pitch-black darkness, a vague silhouette stood quietly at the edge of the rooftop, unmoved by the howling wind and unaffected by the biting cold. He remained as still as a mountain. He was like a Demon God, standing tall at the absolute peak, looking down upon all living things.

Is that him? Yes, that has to be him!

Someone raised a camera, but the night was too deep, and they could only capture a blurry outline.

Yuan Tiance's eyes looked as if they were about to split, veins bulging on his temples. As the number two figure in the Haoyu Group, his power was immense, his influence vast. Perhaps he hadn't yet reached the point where he could blot out the sky with one hand, but in a small place like Lingjin City, who would dare to challenge him? Who didn't have to approach him with the utmost respect, fawning over him and reverently calling him Mr. Yuan?

But today! An insignificant nobody had, right before his very eyes, thrown his own nephew from the top of the building!

He was the one who had summoned him here, only to have Yuan Qingyun tossed down right in front of him. Such audacity, such provocation! In all his decades, he had never heard of or seen anything like it. Since when had the Haoyu Group become so weak that anyone could humiliate it?

"Mr. Yuan, please accept our condolences."

"Mr. Yuan, the dead are gone. The living must carry on."

The people who had arrived with Yuan Tiance began to offer their condolences.

Yuan Tiance's gaze was glacial. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, blood trickling through his fingers.

"To so brazenly disregard the Haoyu Group, to trample on our dignity... I won't be able to quell the rage in my heart until you are dead!" Yuan Tiance said coldly.

As the saying goes, one shouldn't air their dirty laundry in public. That's why, upon his arrival, he had immediately held a press conference to publicly refute the rumors about Yuan Qingyun. But he never imagined that barely two minutes after he had finished speaking, Yuan Qingyun would be thrown from the building, dying in front of everyone. This was undoubtedly a slap to his face—a loud, resounding one at that.

"First, secure the young master's body," Yuan Tiance ordered the men beside him before taking out his phone and dialing the number again.

Looking at the body, now practically fused with the pavement, Yuan Tiance's heart felt as if it were being twisted by knives. A living person, dead just like that. How was he supposed to explain this to his elder brother?

As the second-in-command of the Haoyu Group, he couldn't even protect his own nephew. He was filled with hatred! He hated himself, but he hated the person on that rooftop even more!

The call connected quickly.

"What, you have something else to say?" Chen Yang's calm, magnetic voice came through the phone.

"You trash, don't get cocky!" Yuan Tiance gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with icy malevolence.

"As far as I know, no fewer than three people offended your nephew over some trifle and were subsequently thrown from a hundred-meter-tall building by him.

"They also had families and happy lives, yet Yuan Qingyun arbitrarily ended them.

"I'm sure you're aware of these incidents, Mr. Yuan. At the time, you were probably completely unfazed. Or perhaps, it was as if Yuan Qingyun had simply stepped on an ant?

"You probably never imagined the same thing would happen to you. Now that it has, why are you so outraged? Does your nephew's life count as a life, while others' are nothing but weeds?"

Faced with this barrage of questions, Yuan Tiance's expression shifted multiple times. It was true he had never imagined it, but still!

"They were just a bunch of trash! If they died, they died! What right do they have to be mentioned in the same breath as my Qingyun?" Yuan Tiance roared furiously. "My Qingyun is a favored son of heaven with a limitless future! That trash isn't fit to be compared to a single hair on his head!"

"We are all human. There are no hierarchies of high or low, no classes," Chen Yang said calmly, looking out over the night-shrouded Lingjin City.

It is because of the darkness that there is light. No matter how long the night, a time will come when it is scattered by the dawn. This is the cycle of heaven, and all things in the world are contained within it.

"Are you trying to lecture me?" Yuan Tiance thundered. "I'm ordering you to get your ass down from that building right now!"

He had brought dozens of experts with him today, each one capable of fighting ten men. He refused to believe he couldn't capture this damn piece of trash. He then issued an order, "All of you, go up! I want him alive!"

"Yes, Mr. Yuan!"

Instantly, the men who had been guarding the hotel's exits swarmed inside.

Just after he issued his commands and hung up, his phone rang again unexpectedly.

"Who is it!" Yuan Tiance snapped, his tone laced with anger.

"This is Ji Ping."

Who? Yuan Tiance frowned. He had never heard the name Ji Ping before.

Just as he was about to hang up, the person continued, "You have two minutes. Take your men and get the hell back to wherever you came from!"

Yuan Tiance laughed. What an arrogant tone! Is this person calling on behalf of that piece of trash?

He then laughed, his voice dripping with fury. "Who do you think you are? Let me make myself clear: even if the Heavenly King himself showed up, it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference!"

Ordering me around? Heh... How ridiculous!

"I am Chiliarch Ji Ping of the Third Division of the Ten Thousand Martial Guards!"

The arrogant smile on Yuan Tiance's face froze instantly.

"If your men have not withdrawn within two minutes, I will have no choice but to lead my subordinates here to suppress you."

Yuan Tiance was speechless.

The... The Ten Thousand Martial Guards? How is this possible? We have absolutely no connection to them. Why would they get involved now?

Yuan Tiance was dumbfounded, but he didn't lose his composure entirely. His tone softened immediately. "Sir, I believe there must be some mistake."

"The person on the roof above you is someone I hold in high esteem, and he is not someone your Haoyu Group can afford to provoke. Now, get lost!"

Yuan Tiance instinctively looked up. In the hazy darkness of the night, there was no longer any silhouette to be seen.

A cold wind swept past, causing the hair on his body to stand on end as cold sweat trickled down his back.

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