Urban Carefree Warrior God

The gaunt old man was barely breathing, sprawled on the ground like a beast on the verge of death.

Chen Yang wiped the blood from his hands, his expression methodical and serious.

Qin Song and Fei Min were about to lose their minds.

They had held a sliver of hope for the old man, but this was the result…

An eighth-rank Fist Master, defeated so easily? Who… who in the world is this person?

HUFF. HUFF.

Qin Song gasped for air, his expression tense as he stared up at Chen Yang.

When he saw the faint smile on Chen Yang's lips, he felt as if he had plunged into an icy cavern, a chill piercing him to the bone.

The smile was light, like a breeze.

But for some reason, Qin Song felt a dense, suffocating wave of Yin Evil Qi from it. Under its assault, his hair stood on end, and the blood in his veins threatened to freeze solid.

He's… he's going to kill me? This…

Qin Song propped himself up, scrambling backward on his hands and feet. "You… what are you going to do?" he stammered in terror.

"Guess," Chen Yang said, taking a step forward. He raised his right hand and gently brought it down.

BANG!

Just like that, Fei Min's body fell stiffly to the ground.

Qin Song's eyes widened as if they would tear from their sockets. His mouth stretched into a grotesque grimace, and his hands dug so hard into the dirt that his veins bulged.

That was my own biological father! Slapped to death like a fly?

"Ah…" Qin Song tore at his throat and let out an anguished roar. "Chen Yang, may you die a horrible death!"

"Oh? You seem angry," Chen Yang said coolly, standing over him. "When my father-in-law passed away, why didn't you even return for the funeral?

"Furthermore, you've been back for some time now, yet you haven't bothered to investigate the cause of his death.

"Though you weren't his biological son, he treated you as his own and raised you for over a decade."

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes. "But what about you? Upon hearing of his death, not only did you refuse to come back, but now you've returned to covet the Qin Corporation?

"Even a dog would grow loyal after being raised for so many years!"

Chen Yang was genuinely furious. This man didn't deserve to be called human.

"You… you're spouting nonsense!" Qin Song's gaze darted around as he desperately tried to defend himself. "As the eldest son of the Qin Family, why would I ever covet the Qin Corporation?"

Chen Yang ignored him. He had seen through him at a glance, but had simply not bothered to deal with him until now.

"Do you think that with only a few women left in the Qin Family, you can bully them as you please?" Chen Yang continued. "As long as I'm here, anyone who dares to covet the Qin Corporation will die.

"And you, of course, are no exception."

His words carried too many shocking implications.

Over the past few months, many people had lost their lives over the Qin Corporation. Each time everyone thought the corporation would fall, someone would resolve the crisis from the shadows, miraculously turning the situation around.

Could it be… that this guy did it all?

He hadn't considered it before, but thinking about it now…

HUM!

The realization struck Qin Song like a bolt of lightning. His mind reeled, thoughts churning like a tidal wave.

Gulping, Qin Song asked with a tremor in his voice, "Who… who exactly are you?"

"Me?" Chen Yang's gaze drifted unconsciously toward Hanyun Valley. As memories flooded his mind, a smile touched his lips. "Just a lowly Martial Guard who, alongside a group of iron-willed men, defended that beloved land."

"You were a Military General?" Qin Song blurted out. In his mind, only a Military General, one in a hundred thousand, could possess such terrifying skill.

"I was," Chen Yang said indifferently. "Now, I am the Zhennan Prince."

This was the first time Chen Yang had personally spoken his title.

Two simple words, yet they struck Qin Song's ears like a clap of thunder, so earth-shattering it felt as if his soul would flee his body in terror.

The Nine Gates Admiral, the Zhennan Prince? This… He… he's actually the Zhennan Prince?

Qin Song's pupils rapidly dilated and contracted over and over.

That's right! Chen Yang, twenty-eight years old… The information on television said the Zhennan Prince was named Chen Yang and was also twenty-eight! No wonder this man was so devastating in a fight. It was because of him that the little Qin Corporation could contend with those magnates and powerful factions, trampling them underfoot and crushing them to dust. With him here, the Qin Corporation would be safe for a hundred years, unshakeable. Because he is the Zhennan Prince! If he could defend a thousand-kilometer border at Hanyun Valley, he could certainly protect the little Qin Corporation.

At this thought, an overwhelming regret engulfed Qin Song, so potent it felt like it was dissolving his very bones.

If he had just attended Qin Donglai's funeral, if he hadn't been swayed by his biological father, if he hadn't harbored ill intentions toward the Qin Family, if he had treated them as his own… then he would have been the Zhennan Prince's brother-in-law. As long as the Zhennan Prince stood, he would stand at the pinnacle of society, towering over everyone else.

What glory that would have been! What an honor to my ancestors!

However, the line between heaven and hell is but a single thought. Often, to brush past heaven is to step directly into hell.

"No, no!" Qin Song roared, unwilling to accept his fate. "Chen Yang, you can't kill me! I'm Qin Qiu's elder brother, you can't kill me!"

Screaming, he scrambled on his knees to Chen Yang's feet, clutching his pant leg and begging hysterically. "You're the Zhennan Prince! You wouldn't bother with a pathetic worm like me, right?"

SLAP! SLAP!

Qin Song struck himself hard across the face twice, leaving bloody palm prints. "I deserve to die! I'm a despicable, ungrateful wretch! I've wronged the entire Qin Family! But I know my mistake now, and my father is dead! I'll never cause you trouble again. I will diligently assist Qin Qiu and serve the family and the Qin Corporation with the loyalty of a dog!

"You're a magnanimous man, please spare me just this once!"

Qin Song wailed, his cries filled with despair. "I really know I was wrong! If I ever have another crooked thought, you can kill me at any time!"

They were, indeed, his true feelings.

Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world. What's done is done.

Chen Yang glanced down at him, his expression cold. "Choose your own grave. I'll bury you there."

Qin Song: "..."

The sun set, casting a beautiful light over Cangmeng Mountain.

On a small slope, a new grave stood.

…

By the time Chen Yang returned home, Luo Sulan and Qin Qiu were discussing Qin Song.

Luo Sulan's face was etched with anxiety. "That boy, Qin Song, has been gone for days. We finally got in touch with him today, and he promised to come back for dinner, but we lost contact with him again."

"He's a grown man. Is he going to get lost?" Qin Qiu said irritably.

Seeing Chen Yang enter, a frantic Luo Sulan rushed over to him and demanded sharply, "Tell me the truth. What did you do to Qin Song?"

"I just buried him on Cangmeng Mountain."

Luo Sulan: "..."

Qin Qiu: "..."