Zhou Qingshan's gaunt face instantly turned livid, and his eyes grew cold and piercing.

What an arrogant young man!

"Kid, I advise you not to provoke me. Otherwise, even in that uniform, I won't hesitate to kill you!" Zhou Qingshan said coldly.

Yet Zhang Zhaoyang just stood quietly to the side, silent. To be more precise, he was biding his time. Although the man came from the Martial Department, if he was really here to back the Qin Corporation, Zhang Zhaoyang wouldn't care about the consequences and would kill him without a second thought. Avenging Du Dingshan was a minor matter; the prescription was the most important thing. Any further delay would mean that once those international pharmaceutical magnates and the Martial Association were free to act, he would lose his first-mover advantage. With his connections, even if he had to deal with these people, it wouldn't be a major problem.

So, whether to resolve the situation or let it be depended on the other party's actions.

"So cocky?" Yang Hu's interest was piqued. He waved at Zhou Qingshan. "Come on, then. I'd like to see how an old fellow like you is going to kill me!"

A mere eighth-grade. To put it bluntly, I could take on ten of him. It's laughable for him to be so arrogant.

"Kid, get out of here right now, and I can pretend this never happened!" Zhou Qingshan said, reining in his temper. The man was from the Martial Department, after all, and it was best to avoid a physical confrontation if possible. At his age, he was no longer prone to impulsiveness or the desire to compete.

However, Yang Hu just bared his teeth in a grin and lunged forward. He took two steps and raised his right fist, delivering a straight punch.

"You're seeking death!" Zhou Qingshan scoffed, bracing himself to meet the attack head-on. He had thought his opponent would back down, but to his surprise, the man took the initiative. This young man is truly wild.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Hu's fist shot out.

BANG!

The punch landed with unstoppable force, its dull thud echoing as Zhou Qingshan was sent flying backward even faster than he had come. He eventually crashed violently against the wall. Plaster rained down, and the crystal chandelier swayed incessantly.

Zhang Zhaoyang and Xu Hong were speechless.

Zhou Qingshan crashed to the ground. He struggled to raise his head, his expression listless and his eyes filled with utter shock.

"You... you're a tenth-grade?!" Zhou Qingshan's pupils contracted as if he had seen a ghost.

I'm only an eighth-grade, but even a ninth-grade couldn't defeat me this easily. It could only be a tenth-grade or higher. A tenth-grade this young?

Yang Hu slowly retracted his fist and said indifferently, "Even if I didn't have the strength of a tenth-grade, you wouldn't have the guts to touch me."

The implication was clear: I didn't need to be a tenth-grade to put you in your place. Either way, I am someone you cannot afford to offend.

Zhang Zhaoyang's face changed dramatically. He drew in several sharp breaths, but he still couldn't calm his wildly pounding heart or the sheer terror gripping him.

How could this be? I know exactly how strong Zhou Qingshan is, and yet...

"Who exactly are you?" Zhang Zhaoyang panted heavily, staring intently at Yang Hu, his entire body on high alert.

Yang Hu sat down on a nearby table, slowly lit a cigarette, and said lightly, "Based on what you were saying just now, can't you guess who I am?"

"Are you from the Qin Corporation?" Zhang Zhaoyang asked in disbelief. He had thoroughly investigated the small corporation and found no significant connections, aside from Chen Yang, the son-in-law who married into the Qin Family and had some skills. How could they have ties to the Martial Department?

"Qin Qiu is my sister-in-law, and my older brother is Chen Yang." Yang Hu waved a dismissive hand. "But that's not important. What is important is what you just said you were going to do to the Qin Corporation? Right, you also mentioned you were going to destroy someone?"

"Sir... I... I'm good friends with Luo Jiang from the Urban Department! This is all a misunderstanding!" Zhang Zhaoyang said, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he suppressed his fear. "How about I arrange for a banquet tomorrow? I'll invite Luo Jiang, and we can all have a good drink together?"

Yang Hu paid him no mind.

BANG!

With the sound of a gunshot, Zhou Qingshan, who had just struggled to his feet, collapsed.

"This..." Zhang Zhaoyang's eyes bulged.

His nonchalant demeanor, as if nothing mattered, was utterly bone-chilling. Is he even human?

All of a sudden, the room fell into a deathly silence.

GULP.

Zhang Zhaoyang swallowed hard and stammered, "My relationship with Luo Jiang..."

Yang Hu said nothing, just looked at Zhang Zhaoyang.

Instantly, sheer terror washed over Zhang Zhaoyang, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"My meaning is this: tomorrow, you will go to the Qin Corporation, kneel before my sister-in-law, Qin Qiu, and apologize. You will swear never to cause trouble again," Yang Hu asked seriously. "Can you do that?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Zhaoyang replied without a second thought, nodding his head furiously.

"Very good!" Yang Hu nodded with satisfaction, put away his gun, and strode away.

Halfway to the door, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned around and bared his teeth in a grin at Zhang Zhaoyang. "By the way, my name is Yang Hu."

BANG.

The door slammed shut. Zhang Zhaoyang collapsed onto the floor, his entire body already drenched in cold sweat.

In all my years in the business world, when have I ever been through something like this?

After a long moment, Xu Hong finally helped Zhang Zhaoyang to his feet, stammering, "Ch-Chairman, I've already informed the Qin Corporation. I told them to prepare all the company's documents for transfer to us first thing in the morning."

"What's there to panic about?" Zhang Zhaoyang snapped. "So he's from the Martial Department. What's the big deal? Luo Jiang and I are practically brothers. I'll call him right now and have him drag out that ignorant fool."

And he even told me his name? Does he really think he's the Heavenly King himself?

"Chairman, you're amazing!" Xu Hong exclaimed, overjoyed.

HMPH!

The more frightened Zhang Zhaoyang had been moments ago, the angrier he was now. He quickly dialed Luo Jiang's number.

"Luo Jiang, it's Zhaoyang," he said, getting straight to the point. "I was just humiliated by one of your men from the Martial Department! He didn't just point a gun at me; he killed my bodyguard, Zhou Qingshan!"

"How audacious!" came the prompt reply. "Don't worry, my friend. I'll get justice for you even if I have to leave no stone unturned! Just tell me his name, and I'll go drag him out right now! To bully the people of Qiyun Road... he must have a death wish!"

Zhang Zhaoyang's face lit up with joy as he said eagerly, "His name is Yang Hu!"

Suddenly, the other end of the line went silent.

"Hello?" Zhang Zhaoyang thought the signal was bad. "Bro, I said his name is Yang Hu!"

"You... you said his name is Yang Hu?"

Zhang Zhaoyang nodded emphatically. "Yes! The guy's big and tall. Zhou Qingshan couldn't even take one hit from him. Brother, you have to help me drag him out!"

"Who are you calling brother? Are we that close?" the person on the other line said.

Zhang Zhaoyang was speechless.

"Don't call me again. There's nothing between us."

"And one more thing. Since he spared you, you should cherish your life. You'd better do exactly as he said."

With that, the other party hung up.

Zhang Zhaoyang was dumbfounded.

How could he change his tune so fast and sever all ties with me just like that?

Zhang Zhaoyang sank back to the ground. He wasn't stupid; he could tell Luo Jiang was utterly terrified of the man. The mere mention of a name had been enough for Luo Jiang to draw a line between them!

And Luo Jiang is a Sixth Grade Military General! If even a Sixth Grade Military General doesn't dare to cross him, I can only imagine what kind of person he must be.

Then, Zhang Zhaoyang asked Xu Hong, "Did you just say you delivered an ultimatum to the Qin Corporation?"

"Yes, yes, Chairman!"

Zhang Zhaoyang rushed at Xu Hong and kicked him again and again, roaring, "Who told you to act so fast? Why don't you just go die?!"

Xu Hong was speechless.

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