Urban Carefree Warrior God

Book Mountain Court.

Qin Family.

After returning from the banks of the Lingjin River, Chen Yang sprawled on a lounge chair, basking luxuriously in the sun's embrace.

This felt amazing!

He glanced at the news about Haoyu Group on his phone and simply scrolled past it.

Ignorant fools, mere buffoons.

Now that the issue with the prescription is almost settled, should I propose to Qin Qiu? She'd probably say yes, right?

The very thought made Chen Yang burst out laughing.

Just as Chen Yang was lost in this blissful daydream, his phone rang. It was Yang Hu.

"Boss," Yang Hu said with a chuckle, "that useless Yang Qingyun is having his funeral soon. Word is, they want you to be a pallbearer. Should we make an appearance?"

Chen Yang gave a long stretch before replying slowly, "It's best to stay away from funerals. They're too unlucky."

"Haha, you're right, Boss." Yang Hu naturally understood. Some things only needed to be done once. Besides, it wasn't as if the dignified Iron Blood Martial Guards were actually superstitious.

Chen Yang had already attended the funeral held by that Six-Bags Elder from the Martial Association for his grandson. Even though he was the one who had killed them, there was no need to personally appear time and time again.

"However..." Chen Yang's tone shifted as he added coolly, "since the Yuan Family is making such a spectacle, it wouldn't be right for me to do nothing at all."

"Boss, what are you planning to do?" Yang Hu perked up and asked with a laugh.

Chen Yang thought for a moment. "Alright, go buy a coffin—just a plain, ordinary one. On the day of the funeral, have it sent over. And relay this message to Yuan Tianlong: he must use my coffin for the burial."

Yang Hu immediately laughed out loud.

He wouldn't be there in person, but the coffin's arrival would provide the perfect conclusion.

What kind of look will be on Yuan Tianlong's face? Yang Hu wondered. He wanted his son to have a grand send-off, but now he'll receive a cheap coffin and have no choice but to use it for the burial.

The thought alone made Yang Hu look forward to it with anticipation.

"By the way, my sword is still in your car," Chen Yang suddenly remembered. "Bring it over."

"Got it!"

After ending the call, Chen Yang clasped his hands behind his head, contentedly enjoying the splendid sunshine.

Before long, Qin Mo came humming a tune, jogging out of the villa with a smile playing on her lips, apparently in a very good mood.

The day before, after performing a duet with Li Si, her social media account's followers had surged by more than a million, and she had successfully hit the trending topics. With her contract signed with X Film Group, she was about to officially debut. Under the arrangements of Chen Yang, the company's largest shareholder, X Film Group was using all its resources to promote Qin Mo, determined to build her into the next Li Si, or even an international sensation.

This way, not only would Qin Mo's dream come true, but with Chen Yang's backing, almost no one would dare to bully her. Meanwhile, Chen Yang would make his share of the profits. It was a win-win-win situation.

"Brother-in-law, sunbathing?" Qin Mo greeted him cheerfully. "Want me to sing you a song?"

"Oh? I'd be honored," Chen Yang replied with a smile, lifting his head slightly.

"Hmph!" Qin Mo wrinkled her nose and laughed playfully. "Dream on. I'm not singing for you."

"I'm off, I have class this afternoon!"

"Hold on," Chen Yang called out to her. "I haven't seen Qin Song for a few days. Why wasn't he at your performance yesterday?"

"I have no idea! Why do you even care about him, Brother-in-law? I hope he never comes back!" Qin Mo said, her irritation showing. "The man is so shameless. Forgetting the fact that he didn't return for my dad's funeral, now that he's found his biological father, he's still mooching off us and refuses to leave. It's despicable!"

"Alright, go on to school," Chen Yang said dismissively.

Although he suspected Qin Song might be plotting against the Qin Family, he never took him seriously. At best, he was a mere buffoon.

"Brother-in-law, goodbye."

After Qin Mo left, Chen Yang changed into a tracksuit and ran a few laps around the neighborhood. Then, he ran out of the residential area, jogging along the road.

「Meanwhile.」

At the end of the same road, around a secluded turn, an ordinary van drove over the sidewalk and stopped in the green belt. There were five people in the vehicle. Besides Qin Song and his father Fei Min, there were two middle-aged men dressed in long robes and a gaunt old man.

Fei Min stared down the road and frowned. "Song'er, are you sure that trash will come this way?"

"This is the only road out of Book Mountain Court. Waiting here is the right move." Qin Song lit a cigarette, his voice grim. "The moment he appears, we strike like lightning and catch him completely by surprise!"

"Heh heh..." Fei Min chuckled. He turned to the three men behind him and said respectfully, "Sirs, we'll be counting on you shortly."

"Don't worry. Since you've paid us, we'll make sure the job is done neatly," one of the middle-aged men assured him with a pat on his chest.

The old man, however, remained silent, his eyes shut the entire time. Fei Min's gaze toward the old man was particularly respectful.

These three were professional assassins he had paid a great price to bring in from a neighboring city. The two middle-aged men were both Sixth Rank Fist Masters, while the gaunt elder was a formidable Seventh-and-a-Half Rank, his power nearly reaching that of an Eighth Rank. Just to hire the old man alone, he had spent eight million.

Though he had to sell everything he owned to gather the funds, it would all be worth it once Chen Yang was eliminated.

What was the Qin Corporation worth? Sure, it was in chaos right now, with powerful factions eyeing it like hungry tigers, but for him and his son, that was a massive opportunity. Once they controlled the Qin Corporation and had the prescription, they wouldn't need to clash with those major powers head-on. They could just put it up for sale—three hundred million, five hundred million, it didn't matter. Plenty of powerful groups would scramble to buy it; to them, a few hundred million was a mere drop in the bucket. After they got rid of that hot potato, who would even bother with the little Qin Corporation? From then on, they could live a comfortable life just by managing the company. As the old saying goes, you have to risk something to gain something. Compared to their future rewards, this current expense was nothing.

At this thought, Qin Song and Fei Min exchanged a smug glance, seeing the uncontainable excitement in each other's eyes.

Just as they were lost in their grand delusions, Chen Yang, jogging down the road, appeared at the end of the street.

"He's here!"

Qin Song was the first to spot Chen Yang. He instantly tensed with excitement, his face flushing red as he ground his teeth.

He had suffered far too much humiliation from Chen Yang. But today, he would take it all back, with interest!