Now, in the Baiyu Jing training hall.

Everyone still standing was stunned, looking at Chen Qingzhu behind Qin Heng in sheer disbelief.

This was the vice president of the club—tall, elegant, with a noble bearing and a distinguished identity!

Yet now, she seemed like an obedient maid, standing quietly behind Qin Heng, head bowed, without saying a word.

My God! What on earth was going on?

"I... I'm not hallucinating, am I? Director Chen has actually become this Qin Heng's secretary!"

"The big boss was fired, and Yue Feng Club was handed over to this guy named Qin Heng? I must be dreaming!"

Everything happening before their eyes completely exceeded their comprehension. It was simply unimaginable.

Yue Feng Club wasn't just about the combat sports industry. It was involved in all sorts of businesses, including fitness equipment, health products, and gyms. This entire twelve-story office building was part of Yue Feng's assets!

Valued at nearly three hundred million! And now, it had just been gifted away like that!

How could this be possible? This person who first claimed to be Qin Xuantian, and then Qin Heng—who exactly was he?

For ordinary people, it was impossible to know Qin Heng's identity, let alone grasp the stature of a company like Daqin Group. Naturally, they wouldn't recognize Qin Heng.

"What's all the yelling about?" Qin Heng glanced at the dozen or so people remaining in the hall and said indifferently, "You must be the martial artists of this club. From now on, those who have cultivated Open Force can stay. The rest who haven't can leave."

BOOM!

The dozen or so people in the hall instantly became furious and extremely agitated. Among them, only three had cultivated Open Force!

"Why?! We were specially invited to Yue Feng and have been instructing many students. What gives you the right to kick us out? Even the big boss wouldn't dare do this if he were here!"

"That's right! Without us, what can the two or three Martial Artists with Open Force at Yue Feng do? Without a strong middle tier, it's just a hollow shell!"

"You can't do this! This is digging your own grave!"

The shouts rose and fell one after another.

These people had been invited by Chen Yuefeng and Bai Zhen. They were mostly well-known Martial Artists, intended to be the face of the club to attract students.

As a result, they could use all of Yue Feng Club's equipment for free, buy health products at cost, and have the chance to meet many young, attractive female students. They also earned a base pay of over twenty thousand a month, not including bonuses, easily making thirty thousand a month.

Such a great job was hard to find even with a lantern.

Qin Heng now actually wanted to drive them away, effectively cutting off their livelihood. Even knowing Qin Heng's identity was not ordinary, they wouldn't just sit back and accept it!

As the saying goes, "Humans die for wealth as birds die for food." That was the truth of it.

"You think you're the club's middle tier?" Qin Heng saw right through them. His gaze swept over them as he sneered, "Utterly laughable. Listen up! From now on, even Martial Artists who have cultivated Open Force will only be considered foundational here—the very bottom."

"Those of you who've trained in martial arts into your twenties and still haven't achieved Open Force have no right to be here! Yes, my meaning is crystal clear. I'm not targeting any single one of you."

"I'm saying, all of you are trash!"

As soon as these words were spoken, aside from the three who had cultivated Open Force, the other dozen or so men turned livid, their faces contorted with anger as they stared at Qin Heng.

"A new broom sweeps clean, eh?! When President Chen Yuefeng was here, he'd never have done something like this! You're utterly lawless!"

"Go on, fire us if you have the guts! See if our students continue to train here. Just you wait! You'll lose your clients as I pull them away to other places!"

"Don't think just because you're powerful and wealthy, you can do whatever you want!"

These dozen or so men had now decided to band together and pressure Qin Heng: either he kept them, or he could watch his students get poached.

If it comes to it, we'll fight to the bitter end!

"HAHAHA!" Qin Heng burst out laughing. He looked at them, gently shaking his head, his gaze stern. With a deep voice, he said, "Chen Yuefeng wasted money raising a bunch of good-for-nothings like you. You think I should continue to do so?"

"Get lost. Immediately. From now on, we don't harbor trash here. Do you want me to personally throw you out?"

Qin Heng saw their strength—or lack thereof—clearly. Each one had lax muscles and weak qi and blood, obviously from neglecting their training and being drained by debauchery.

Forget Open Force; they likely hadn't even mastered basic martial arts power generation. Two or three ordinary people could easily take them down!

For such individuals to dare call themselves Martial Artists and brazenly teach students—it was nothing short of fraud!

The club would suffer, and so would the ordinary students!

Worse still, these fraudsters, operating under the banner of traditional martial arts, could tarnish the reputation of the arts themselves!

An endless source of trouble!

Qin Heng still had future use for this club. His decision to come here wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment impulse.

Naturally, he couldn't allow such a group to remain and turn the place into a chaotic mess.

"President Qin, I'll go handle their dismissal procedures right away," Chen Qingzhu said quietly from behind. She was very demure, having clearly accepted her new role as Qin Heng's secretary.

"Go ahead." Qin Heng nodded. After Chen Qingzhu left, he addressed the dozen or so men still in the hall, saying indifferently, "Why are you still standing here? Chen Qingzhu has already gone to process your dismissals!"

The dozen men, seeing Qin Heng was resolute in ousting them, all clenched their fists, their expressions turning hostile.

"AAARGH! Kid! You really dare to kick us out?! Brothers, since we're being forced out anyway, let's give this brat a beating before we go!"

"Get him! Damn it! Mal Gobi! This half-grown brat thinks he's tough just because he beat Bai Zhen? There are more than a dozen of us, and he's alone!"

"Take him down! The damn fool dares to fire me and call me trash! Today, I'll turn *you* into trash!"

Qin Heng firing them was, in their eyes, cutting off their financial lifeline!

Depriving someone of their livelihood is like killing their parents!

Now they were so angry with Qin Heng they even subconsciously ignored the strength he had just displayed!

"Charge! Get this kid!!"

Roaring, the dozen men charged like a pack of wild beasts, swinging their fists as they surged straight towards Qin Heng!

They moved like a rapidly advancing wall, their heavy footsteps making the combat hall floor THUD loudly.

The magnitude of the force was evident!

If an ordinary person saw such a spectacle, they'd probably be scared stiff!

"Mere ants."

Qin Heng merely shook his head gently and let out a cold snort. He didn't even bother to look, just casually slapped a hand out.

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