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Before Wen Qi's threatening words had even finished, Gu Shengyao suddenly sneered.

"Fine," she stared at Wen Qi, then pointed at Chu Yang, "You kill him, and I'll go with you."

Wen Qi laughed a few times and turned to look at his followers.

"Did you hear that? She thought I was bragging."

The henchmen were laughing so hard they were doubled over, their bodies practically falling apart from laughing.

"Do you even know what the garrison does? In this capital city, if you're accused of treason, you can be executed on the spot."

"Haha, I guess they're just country bumpkins who don't know where they're from."

"Young Master Wen, don't worry about it, I'll go kill that guy right now! As for the woman, I'll tie her to the bed for you to do whatever you want with."

A lackey with a plaster on his temple and a sycophantic look on his face waved to a dozen or so heavily armed garrison soldiers behind him.

"What are you waiting for? Come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the garrison soldiers rushed in, their dark gun barrels pointed at Chu Yang!

Seeing this, the manager felt even more confident.

"Heh, kid, I told you to get lost earlier, and you were still pretending. Now, if you want to leave, you'll only be carried away."

Chu Yang sighed, gently put down his teacup, and muttered to himself:

"I just want to have a quiet meal. Why make it so complicated?"

Wen Qi thought Chu Yang had backed down, and laughed smugly a few times: "Get over here, kneel down in front of me and bark like a dog. If I'm in a good mood, I'll just break your legs."

Seeing that Chu Yang still didn't move, the manager shouted angrily, "Are you deaf?"

The other henchmen chimed in, yelling, "Don't waste words with him, just shoot him dead!"

Wen Qi lost his patience and waved his hand: "Ready!"

"Crackling sound..."

The sound of a bullet being chambered was particularly jarring.

Chu Yang solidified his crimson-gold true energy in both hands beneath the table, ready to unleash it.

Just then, a cold, sharp voice pierced the restless air.

"Who's causing trouble at my Drunken Immortal Pavilion?"

The sound of high heels hitting the ground grew louder and louder as they approached.

Everyone's expression changed slightly upon hearing this voice.

The manager hurriedly ran to the door to greet him.

"Young Miss, you've arrived."

A stunningly beautiful and sophisticated woman entered the private room.

Her gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Chu Yang's face, where she seemed somewhat lost in thought.

"Miss Huangfu, I'm sorry, I was just teaching a lesson to a fool who didn't know his place."

Wen Qi's tone became noticeably more respectful.

The manager quickly stepped forward to explain, "Miss, this guy was using someone else's black card, and I caught him red-handed. Young Master Wen happened to be there and stepped in to help."

His words praised himself and rationalized Wen Qi's behavior.

He thought he was a genius.

“Pah!”

A resounding slap sent the manager spinning three times before he crashed headfirst into a nearby pillar.

"You blind bastard! You dare offend just anyone! Guards!"

Four burly men in sharp suits appeared behind the woman in an instant.

"Break this bastard's arms and legs and throw him out of the capital."

The manager then realized that he had offended someone he should never have, and had foolishly gone to ask for credit, not realizing that he was courting death.

"Young Miss, I...I was wrong, please forgive me this time. I...I..."

A burly man stepped forward deftly and broke his arms and legs without batting an eye.

Amidst the manager's inhuman wails, the burly man dragged him away from the private room by one foot.

Seeing this, Wen Qi's expression clearly showed some panic.

"Miss Huangfu, I'm...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted on my own."

The mature woman's lips curled slightly as she said teasingly, "It seems Young Master Wen isn't entirely ignorant of the rules. I don't want to see a next time."

Wen Qi's face was extremely ugly, and he nodded reluctantly: "Then... I'll take my leave now."

Without waiting for the older woman's reply, he turned and left.

The older woman seemed quite satisfied with the current situation and did not object.

But at that moment, a voice as cold as ice rang out.

Did I let you leave?

The speaker was Chu Yang.

The mature woman raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Chu Yang with a hint of doubt.

Wen Qi, who was seething with anger, stopped in his tracks, clenched his fists, turned around, and glared at Chu Yang.

"What do you want? If it weren't for Miss Huangfu, your head would have been thrown into the military camp and kicked around like a football by me today."

Chu Yang took a sip of the cold tea, gently put it down, looked up at Wen Qi, and spoke in a chilling tone.

"The insulting things you just said about my friend really upset me."

Wen Qi gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

"Kid, if you dare step out of this door, I'll kill you."

The mature woman seemed to have a bad feeling. Just as she was about to speak, Chu Yang had already transformed into a gust of wind.

Before Wen Qi could figure out what was going on, Chu Yang grabbed him by the collar and threw him out of the window, landing him in the parking lot in front of the gate.

Wen Qi was so frightened that he turned pale.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Chu Yang slowly spread his hands. "Didn't you say you were going to kill me?"

As Wen Qi quickly retreated three steps, he drew his sidearm from his waist, his face contorted with rage, and shouted:

"Fine! I'll grant your wish!"

"Bang bang bang..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger repeatedly, quickly emptying the magazine.

Chu Yang's lips curled into a mocking smile as his figure blurred through the gunfire, bullets whistling through the air as they grazed past him, all missing their mark!

Wen Qi was horrified and was about to retreat when, in a flash, Chu Yang was already in front of him like a ghost.

"this one?"

The cold words rang out, and Chu Yang moved with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Wen Qi's wrist holding the gun and twisting it with force.

"Crack!" With a sharp, bone-crushing sound, the wrist bone shattered! Before Wen Qi could even let out a scream, Chu Yang's foot was already at his knee and shin.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Three sickeningly sharp cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out in quick succession, as fast as thunder.

Wen Qi's limbs twisted at bizarre angles, and after a brief moment of intense pain, his mind was overwhelmed like a tsunami.

He collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, emitting a mournful wail that sounded inhuman.

Chu Yang indifferently withdrew his hand, as if brushing away dust, glanced at the writhing and convulsing Wen Qi on the ground, and uttered two cold words: "Trash!"

Just then, Wen Qi's henchmen and more than a dozen garrison soldiers rushed to the parking lot.

Wen Qi gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill...kill him!"

Upon seeing this, the most active henchman shouted, "Fire!"

"Da da da..."

The sound of standard submachine guns echoed like popping beans.

Just one second.

Only then did everyone realize that Chu Yang had already disappeared.

Before they could even begin to wonder, screams of agony erupted one after another.

In an instant, the henchmen and the soldiers who fired the gun all had their limbs broken. Like Wen Qi, they fell to the ground like mud, their bodies writhing like maggots, their screams echoing incessantly.

Only the sycophant who was active from beginning to end remained unharmed.

However, his pants were completely soaked, and his whole body reeked of a fishy stench.

Chu Yang raised his chin.

"Can you get in touch with that Wen Denian?"

The lackey nodded mechanically: "Yes...yes..."

Chu Yang waved his finger: "Call him and tell him what happened here."

The lackey thought Chu Yang was making fun of him; who would do that?

"No...no, I wouldn't dare, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Yang raised his hand and unleashed a burst of energy.

With a "crack," the lackey's knee shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

Chu Yang coldly uttered, "Make a phone call!"

In his fear, the lackey forgot the pain and hurriedly took out his phone.

"M-Master, the young master's arms and legs have been broken... Ah... I deserve to die... I... I don't know who the other person is."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yang pointed to his nose: "Tell him my name is Chu Yang!"

When the lackey heard the name "Chu Yang," his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"You...you are..."

"That's right! I am Chu Yang, the garrison army is looking for!"

As he finished speaking, Chu Yang's lips curled into a wicked smile.

The lackey felt a chill run down his spine. "You...you're going to do...ahhh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Yang snapped all four of his limbs.