Ye Zifeng let out an angry snort.
"Naturally. This is Jiangning. Unless you're part of the Su family, everyone has to listen to me!"
It was quite clear.
Chen Jinzhao and Shangguan Yu'an were unlikely to be from the Su family, so Ye Zifeng had nothing to fear. Moreover, he had brought a battle-hardened bodyguard with him this time.
Shangguan Yu'an shook her head inwardly, casting a sympathetic glance at Ye Zifeng.
If Chen Jinzhao had still considered reasoning with Ye Zifeng earlier, then after Ye Zifeng spoke those words, Chen Jinzhao had extinguished any desire to reason with him.
"Chen Jinzhao, can you tolerate this?" she asked, turning to him with a smile.
Chen Jinzhao remained silent.
Ye Zifeng ignored Chen Jinzhao, believing he was merely bluffing. He turned and called out towards the door, "Tan Lang, come in!"
*Bang!*
The private room door was kicked open.
Qian Deshui was startled. He saw that all the men he had brought had been taken down.
The person who kicked open the door was a middle-aged man exuding a strong aura of menace, clearly no ordinary individual. It was obvious that Qian Deshui's subordinates had been defeated by him.
The newcomer was indeed Tan Lang, whom Ye Zifeng had mentioned.
Tan Lang stood behind Ye Zifeng. "Young Master Ye, what are your orders?"
Ye Zifeng gestured for Tan Lang to calm down, then looked at Chen Jinzhao playfully. "See? This is my bodyguard. He was a member of the special forces. Dealing with a nobody like you is more than enough."
"If you're sensible, then kneel before me."
"As for the woman beside you, I'm taking her. No one can stop me."
Chen Jinzhao glanced at Tan Lang. He wasn't a member of the special forces he recognized, so there was no need to hold back. Then, he cast a reassuring look at the uneasy Qian Deshui before saying to Ye Zifeng, "Fine. Then make your move."
A cold glint flashed in Ye Zifeng's eyes!
He wouldn't accept a toast, so he'd face punishment!
"Tan Lang, show him what you've got," Ye Zifeng said casually.
Tan Lang nodded and stepped forward.
Ye Zifeng smiled at Yun Yixue. "For an ant to try and contend with a true dragon is nothing but arrogance."
Yun Yixue giggled, finding it quite amusing.
Tan Lang walked past the panicked Qian Deshui and directly to Chen Jinzhao's side. His burly physique exuded a powerful sense of pressure. Tan Lang frowned, feeling that Chen Jinzhao was perhaps too calm.
Either he wasn't afraid of death, or he had a trump card.
At Ye Zifeng's urging, Tan Lang immediately attacked Chen Jinzhao, swatting at his cheek.
Qian Deshui hastily closed his eyes.
Anyone familiar with the Jiangning underworld knew of Ye Zifeng's ruthlessness. Many people had fallen out with him in the past, and they had all vanished without a trace! Qian Deshui suspected they had all met their end at Tan Lang's hands.
This demonstrated how fearsome Tan Lang was.
Ye Zifeng smirked, anticipating the scene of Chen Jinzhao's defeat.
*Whoosh!*
Before the palm could land, the sound of wind preceded it.
At this moment, Chen Jinzhao also raised his hand, blocking Tan Lang's palm strike and firmly gripping his wrist. Tan Lang's frown deepened. He found that Chen Jinzhao's grip was so strong that he couldn't continue his attack.
"Tan Lang, what are you playing at? I told you to defeat him quickly!" Ye Zifeng said, displeased.
Tan Lang patiently replied, "Young Master Ye, rest assured. There was a slight accident just now. I will now put in a hundred percent effort to defeat him."
Ye Zifeng nodded; that was more like it.
Seeing that Chen Jinzhao hadn't released his grip, Tan Lang immediately used his left hand to attack, attempting to break free from Chen Jinzhao's hold. Chen Jinzhao, having anticipated this, released Tan Lang's wrist and met Tan Lang's left hand with a palm strike.
*Bang!*
A muffled impact echoed, almost stopping the heart.
Tan Lang retreated several steps before managing to steady himself. He then looked at Chen Jinzhao with a shocked expression.
What a formidable opponent!
If he didn't go all out now, he would likely become the defeated party.
Tan Lang roared and charged forward again.
Chen Jinzhao remained seated, motionless. No matter how fierce Tan Lang's punches were, he only used one hand. Tan Lang's strength was at most C-class, a vast distance from Chen Jinzhao's.
Qian Deshui was astonished.
The scene before him left him dumbfounded.
Ye Zifeng realized something was amiss and shouted again, "Tan Lang, stop holding back! Finish him off quickly!"
Tan Lang's forehead was covered in sweat, and he was starting to panic.
Facing Chen Jinzhao, he felt willing but unable. In terms of both speed and strength, he was no match for Chen Jinzhao. He also realized that Ye Zifeng had kicked an iron plate!
Chen Jinzhao, still able to cope with Tan Lang using only one hand, shook his head and sighed. "This is truly boring. Your strength is too weak. Practice for another thirty years, and perhaps you'll be qualified to fight me."
As he spoke.
Chen Jinzhao unleashed a palm strike. Its speed was so great that Tan Lang couldn't react; his mind simply couldn't keep up!
All his defenses were unable to withstand this palm!
*Bang!*
The palm struck Tan Lang's chest.
Tan Lang coughed up blood, several ribs broken. He was sent flying backward, smashing into several chairs. He fell into a pile of wood chips, writhing and convulsing in intense pain.
Ye Zifeng's face contorted in alarm. He immediately stood up, staring intently at the fallen Tan Lang.
Qian Deshui's face lit up with excitement, which he could no longer suppress. He realized that Chen Jinzhao's strength was far greater than he had imagined! Perhaps there was a real turning point in tonight's events!
Shangguan Yu'an, however, remained calm. What was Tan Lang to her?
Just an ant!
Chen Jinzhao raised his eyes to look at Ye Zifeng. The latter's scalp tingled under Chen Jinzhao's gaze. Forcing himself to regain composure, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who exactly are you? When did such a formidable person appear in Jiangning?"
"No comment," Chen Jinzhao replied.
Ye Zifeng's face alternated between green and white. He snorted again. "Fine, fine, fine. You don't want respect, so don't blame me for taking drastic measures!"
Under Qian Deshui's terrified gaze, Ye Zifeng drew a gun from his waist and aimed it at Chen Jinzhao's head.
The dark muzzle exuded an oppressive aura.
"No matter how skilled you are, can you be stronger than a gun? If you don't want to die, then obediently kneel down, and then I'll tie you up!" Ye Zifeng let out a sinister laugh, causing Qian Deshui to become utterly terrified. He swallowed and said, "Young Master Ye, please put the gun down. We can discuss things properly. I'll give you what you want, and I hope you won't shoot!"
Qian Deshui knew that the matter had started because of him, and it had to end with him. He didn't want to implicate Chen Jinzhao.
Ye Zifeng glanced at Qian Deshui and scoffed dismissively, "Is it too late to agree now? I've changed my mind. All your assets belong to me, and you and your wife can go to hell."
Qian Deshui's face turned ashen with shock, and he was completely panicked.