Urban Carefree Warrior God

"It's him!"

Fei Min was even more agitated than Qin Song. He suddenly pointed toward Chen Yang, who was jogging over, and snarled, "Sirs, please help me kill him!"

The gaunt old man, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them.

BZZT!

Two sharp, knife-like glints of frigid light flashed from his pupils.

In that instant, his entire demeanor changed. He no longer seemed like a man in his twilight years; the overwhelming aura bursting from him made him look like a sinister deity. The surging vitality that erupted from him was not that of an old man, but of a robust man in his prime.

This sudden transformation drained the color from Qin Song's and Fei Min's faces, leaving their mouths agape in shock. They had never encountered such a terrifyingly powerful being.

The mere aura he emanated made their skin prickle, their bodies turn ice-cold, and cold sweat stream down their backs. Even the two nearby Sixth-Order Fist Masters were startled by this presence. So strong!

The old man was sparing with his words. Without a word or a glance at anyone, he pushed open the car door and stepped out. The two middle-aged men were not to be outdone, following him out.

Seeing them all advance toward Chen Yang, Qin Song and Fei Min smirked. A cruel smile curled at the corners of their mouths.

"Dad, can you already picture the Qin Corporation with the Fei name?" Qin Song asked lightly, taking a drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips.

Fei Min gripped the steering wheel so hard the veins on the back of his hands bulged. "I've waited for this day for too long! I don't just want the Qin Corporation to bear the Fei name. I want that woman, Qin Qiu, too!"

"Does that mean I can only take Qin Mo?"

"Haha!"

The two exchanged a glance and burst into smug laughter. In truth, Qin Song had long coveted the two Qin sisters. He had been held back by his status before, unable to make a move. Otherwise, why would he have waited until today?

After the laughter died down, Qin Song said coldly, "And that revolting old hag, Luo Sulan. I'm going to kill her with my own hands!"

"Why else would we keep her around? To celebrate the holidays with?" Fei Min echoed.

At his words, the two erupted into boisterous laughter once again.

In short, as long as they got rid of Chen Yang, the entire Qin Family would be at their mercy.

In the next second—

BOOM!

A dull, thunderous noise echoed from the distance.

The father-son duo froze, startled. They simultaneously looked up.

Instantly, their eyes widened visibly, and their jaws went slack. A dark shadow was tracing an arc through the air, heading straight for them.

THUD.

The shadow landed, and the car's windshield shattered, splattering crimson blood everywhere.

"This..." This sudden scene terrified Qin Song and Fei Min out of their wits.

The person sprawled across the broken glass was facing them, a soul-shaking sight. Most importantly, wasn't this one of the two Sixth-Order Fist Masters?

SWOOSH.

The middle-aged man slid off the windshield, leaving a horrifying streak of blood before he thudded to the ground.

What... what in the world just happened?

Shaken to their core, Fei Min and his son instinctively turned to look toward Chen Yang. They saw the other middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in a pool of blood. Chen Yang had one foot pressed on top of his head, watching them with an amused expression.

BUZZ!

They felt as if they had been struck by lightning. Their limbs went numb, and they were frozen in place, unable to move.

It was him! The two Sixth-Order Fist Masters... neither of them was his match? How is this possible?!

Chen Yang lifted his foot. He slowly took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a leisurely drag before blowing a puff of smoke in Qin Song's direction.

Seizing the opportunity, the middle-aged man scrambled to his feet in a panic and fled for his life. After seeing his companion sent flying with a single punch, his composure had shattered, and he was teetering on the brink of a complete breakdown. In over twenty years of martial arts practice, he had never encountered such a terrifying figure. He gritted his teeth and used every last ounce of his strength to run.

However, Chen Yang simply put the cigarette back in his mouth and casually waved his right hand.

BOOM.

A violent wind swept past with a furious howl.

The frantically escaping middle-aged man was struck as if by a heavy hammer. The impact caved in his chest, and his entire body was hurled sideways through the air. A fine mist of blood sprayed from him in mid-flight, hanging in the air without dissipating.

THUD!

The man crashed into the van. With a muffled boom like distant thunder, the side of the vehicle caved in. The van tilted and then flipped over, landing on its roof with its wheels in the air.

"AHH!"

Just moments ago, this man had been sitting in their van, assuring them he'd handle things perfectly. But now...

Qin Song's face was ashen. He desperately pulled at Fei Min, shouting, "Dad, get out! Quick, through your side!"

Fei Min didn't need to be told. He struggled with his seatbelt before finally kicking the door open and clambering out of the car, completely disheveled.

"Song, quick, get out!" Fei Min yelled, lying at the opening and extending a hand to Qin Song.

After a struggle, Qin Song finally managed to escape the dead man's pitiful gaze and squeezed out of the vehicle.

A mere flick of a sleeve had not only sent the man flying but had also overturned their van. How... how on earth did he do that?

The scene they had just witnessed completely shattered their perception of reality. Was this an illusion? It has to be an illusion, right? Despite the evidence right before their eyes, they couldn't bring themselves to believe it.

"I wonder how Elder Huo is doing... can he stop him?" Fei Min said, breathing heavily and still in shock.

Qin Song pressed himself against the back of the van and said with a trembling voice, "We can't worry about that now! We have to run! Let's just get out of here. We can hide somewhere and wait for news about Elder Huo later."

After what he had just seen, Qin Song didn't want to stay here for another second. It was like walking along the edge of a cliff above hell; one misstep would send him plunging into an abyss of eternal death.

"Okay!" Fei Min nodded. Survival was all that mattered now. He picked a direction and pulled Qin Song along. "This way, Song."

However, they had only taken a few steps when a figure blocked their path. With one hand in his pocket and a mocking smile playing on his lips, he simply stared at them.

Who else could it be but Chen Yang?

BUZZ.

Just as a sliver of hope had sparked in the father and son, their hearts seized in their chests, as if squeezed by a massive, invisible hand. The suffocating pressure was so intense it felt like it would burn through their lungs.

Chen Yang smiled coolly. "I was wondering why I hadn't seen you around lately. So you were busy plotting to kill me? What, did you decide I was getting in the way of your dirty work and needed to be eliminated?"

"You... you..." Qin Song backed away in a panic, tripping over his own feet and falling flat on his rear.

Fei Min remained slightly more composed. He said coldly, "What do you want? I'm warning you, I still have an Eighth-Order expert on my side. You'd better back off!"

He was, of course, referring to the gaunt old man. Fei Min had witnessed his terrifying power in the car with his own eyes. The elder's strength was not to be underestimated.

"Right, right, right!" Qin Song chimed in hastily. "Scram now, or you'll be the one who dies!"

"The Eighth-Order expert you're talking about... you mean him?" With a casual flick of his left hand, Chen Yang tossed the old man—who had been hidden from view by the back of the van—out in front of them.

There was no trace of the formidable expert left in the crumpled figure on the ground.

Chen Yang's lips curved into a faint smile as he simply watched them.

Qin Song: "..."

Fei Min: "..."

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