Gao Feng stared coldly at Fang Zheng, abandoning his original idea.
"It's not that I can't afford to lose, but..."
Leaving his words half-said, Gao Feng took a few steps forward, walked towards Zhang Yang, and said in a deep voice.
"Your name is Zhang Yang, right? Very good, I'll remember you."
Gao Feng gave a meaningful smile and turned to leave.
"Zhang Yang, you don't need to worry. With me here, he won't dare to do anything to you. This Jiangnan City isn't solely controlled by the Patrol Division," Fang Zheng said, trying to comfort Zhang Yang, fearing he might be scared.
"Heh, I'm not afraid."
"That old guy must have broken through to the Qi-Gaseous realm, right? If I had some time, I could still beat him," Zhang Yang chuckled.
This...
Seeing Zhang Yang speak so casually, everyone couldn't help but twitch their lips.
Especially the members of the Dragon Group, they no longer dared to mock Zhang Yang.
Because the last time they mocked Zhang Yang was today.
The price of mocking Zhang Yang was simply too high; they felt both mentally and physically wounded.
"Zhang Yang, what is your current strength level?" Fang Zheng asked curiously.
Zhang Yang himself wasn't too sure about this question.
He pondered it carefully.
He had easily dealt with the two Qi-Gaseous realm experts from the internal family who were with Nangong Wu just now.
"That's a secret for now, but I don't think anyone in the Qi-Gaseous realm can be my opponent."
"If that old guy really tried to attack me just now, I should be able to hold him off for a while before running away."
"As for fighting to the death, I don't know, as it didn't come to that point."
Hiss~
Suddenly, a chorus of gasps could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock.
They hadn't expected Zhang Yang to be so strong.
Fang Zheng's eyes lit up as if he had found a treasure, and he burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, good, good, good."
He said "good" three times in a row.
Then, as if remembering something, he instructed the Dragon Group members.
"Zhang Yang said nothing just now, and you heard nothing, understand?"
Clearly.
Fang Zheng wanted them to keep it a secret and not speak of it.
The Dragon Group members immediately nodded, indicating they understood.
...
The competition ended.
Zhang Yang did not stay long in the Jiangnan military camp but chose to go home directly.
As soon as he opened the door.
A hurried phone ringtone entered Zhang Yang's ears.
Before the competition, he had almost overslept and forgotten to bring his phone when he left in the morning.
He quickly walked to the bedside and picked up his phone.
"Hello, what's wrong, Da Bai?" Zhang Yang answered the call and asked.
"Damn it, you finally answered the phone! Where the hell have you been?"
Li Dabai first complained, then whispered, "Zhang Yang, hurry to the Han family. Sister Xiyao is in trouble!"
What!
Zhang Yang's expression changed drastically, and he rushed out.
On the way to the Han family.
Zhang Yang also learned the whole story from Li Dabai, his expression extremely grim.
A killing aura appeared out of nowhere, almost causing the taxi driver to lose control of the steering wheel.
"Han Zhengye, if Xiyao is harmed in any way, I will make you pay with blood!"
"Driver, drive faster!" Zhang Yang urged in a deep voice.
"Yes, yes." The driver nodded repeatedly and stepped on the accelerator.
A journey that originally took half an hour.
The taxi driver managed to cover it in twenty minutes.
Zhang Yang threw a hundred-yuan bill and walked towards the Han family mansion.
"Stop, who are you looking for?"
The guards at the Han family entrance, seeing the aggressive Zhang Yang, immediately stopped him.
"Get lost!"
Zhang Yang roared and knocked all the guards down, then rushed inside.
At this moment.
All the facilities in the Han family's main hall had been removed.
Two cold coffins were placed in the center.
On them were photos of Han Wenkang and his son, twenty-four-inch white background photos.
Han Xiyao, dressed in mourning clothes, had her hands and feet bound and was kneeling in front of the two coffins.
Ye Xiulan, Han Wenkang's wife, stood in front of Han Xiyao and raised her hand, slapping her hard.
*Slap*
"You slut, you killed Wenkang and them, and you still won't admit it?"
Every time Ye Xiulan slapped, she would ask Han Xiyao the same question.
"I didn't kill them, why should I admit it?"
Han Xiyao looked up and stared coldly at the other woman.
At this moment, her cheeks were swollen, and her mouth was full of blood.
But Han Xiyao did not yield, her gaze firm as she looked at Ye Xiulan.
"You won't talk? Then I'll beat you until you do!" Ye Xiulan said viciously, roaring.
She continued to slap Han Xiyao forcefully, each slap resonating loudly.
The collateral branches of the Han family standing by did not intervene; in fact, they all wore smiles.
Even Han Xiyao's grandfather, Han Zhengye, looked on calmly.
It was as if Han Xiyao had no blood relation to him.
Li Dabai, the only one who wanted to step forward and stop it, was subdued by Li Jiangshan's bodyguard and prevented from approaching.
"Elder Han, Xiyao is also your granddaughter. Why do you believe the one-sided words of this crazy woman, Ye Xiulan!" Li Dabai exclaimed indignantly.
Han Zhengye frowned displeasedly and glanced at the other man.
"Li Jiangshan, control your son. This matter is not for him to meddle in."
After speaking.
Han Zhengye walked in front of Han Xiyao and looked at her with cold eyes.
"Han Xiyao, you are indeed like your mother, a lowly slut, vicious, selfish, and greedy!"
"You'd better admit it quickly and repent before Wenkang and Shao Wei, and then I'll give you a quick end."
Han Xiyao's smile was somewhat tragic.
She knew that Han Zhengye had never liked her because of her mother.
But she didn't expect Han Zhengye to be so biased that he wouldn't even listen to her explanation.
"Grandpa, don't you believe me either? Why don't you believe my explanation?"
Han Zhengye frowned, "Don't call me Grandpa. You are not worthy of being my granddaughter."
"Besides, your explanation is too weak. Wenkang just died, and you want to take his shares. Isn't the motive obvious?"
"Han Xiyao, don't think that if you don't admit it, I won't be able to avenge Wenkang and the others."
Unfeeling, truly unfeeling.
Han Zhengye, in order to avenge his son and grandson.
His granddaughter, Han Xiyao, was completely dispensable in front of him.
Han Xiyao was filled with disappointment.
However, she would never admit to something she hadn't done.
"I didn't kill them, I don't know anything. Even if you beat me to death, I didn't kill them."
Han Zhengye's face was gloomy.
He subtly gave Ye Xiulan a look and walked aside.
With a patron, Ye Xiulan became even more frenzied.
She took out a fruit knife from somewhere and approached Han Xiyao.
"Slut, still not admitting it? I'll see how tough your mouth is."
Saying that, Ye Xiulan lightly gestured with the fruit knife on Han Xiyao's cheek, threatening her.
"Such a beautiful face, if it were disfigured, you'd probably go mad, right?" Ye Xiulan said madly.
Then.
Ye Xiulan had a servant bring a mirror and place it in front of Han Xiyao.
"Han Xiyao, if you don't confess truthfully, my knife won't be polite!"
"You..." Han Xiyao panicked inwardly.
No girl dislikes her appearance.
She desperately tried to retreat, but her hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't move at all.
"I didn't kill them, how can I admit it?" Han Xiyao repeated the same words.
"Very good, then I'll see how tough your mouth is!" Ye Xiulan's eyes turned fierce.
She picked up the fruit knife and slashed towards Han Xiyao's face.
Seeing this.
Li Jiangshan's gaze also turned grim, but after staring at Han Zhengye for a moment, he finally released his clenched fist.
Li Dabai could no longer care about anything else and shouted directly.
"Ye Xiulan, are you crazy? Han Zhengye, you old fool, how could you..."
However, before he could finish speaking.
He was covered by Li Jiangshan's bodyguard.
He could only watch as the fruit knife slashed towards Han Xiyao's cheek.
Han Xiyao, watching the fruit knife getting closer and closer, her pupils contracted slightly with fear.
Finally, she closed her eyes unwillingly.
However, the sharp blade of the fruit knife did not land on her cheek.
Instead, a familiar voice appeared.
"Xiyao, I'm here, don't be afraid."