Long Zeliang, after all, was a scion of a prominent family and a practitioner of internal energy martial arts.
This kick, though powerful, did not send Long Zeliang flying backward like his other subordinates.
Instead, he clutched his abdomen and knelt before the youth.
Seeing this, the youth sneered, taunting, "It's not even New Year's yet, and you're giving me such a grand bow. I don't have any red envelopes for you."
Long Zeliang, enduring the pain, his face flushed red.
With the support of his driver, he finally managed to stand up.
Long Zeliang glared angrily at the youth.
He then looked at the old man beside him and said, "Master Zhang, just leave him with a breath."
The old man nodded slightly, took a step forward, and looked at the youth with utter contempt.
The youth noticed that despite the heavy rain, the old man beside him was not holding an umbrella, yet his clothes showed no signs of being wet.
Upon closer inspection, the youth realized that a surge of yuanqi emanated from around the old man.
As the raindrops approached, they were vaporized by the yuanqi before they could even touch the old man.
Seeing this, the youth couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
He knew that such a display was extremely draining of yuanqi and served no purpose other than to show off to outsiders.
"What are you laughing at?" the old man asked the youth.
The youth remained silent, merely watching the old man with a playful gaze.
A flicker of anger crossed the old man's face. As a Grandmaster of the Long family, when had he ever been looked at in such a manner? It was a blatant insult to a Grandmaster.
"You're courting death," the old man declared, throwing a punch at the youth.
Feeling the yuanqi in the opponent's fist, the youth remained unfazed.
He extended a palm to meet the old man's strike.
Seeing the youth about to strike a stone with an egg, Long Zeliang scoffed, "Overestimating yourself."
In his eyes, the youth was already defeated.
The old man shared the same sentiment, a sneer gracing his lips.
He was confident that this punch would cripple the youth's arm!
"Bang!"
Suddenly, fist and palm collided, emitting a muffled thud.
Abruptly, the old man, who had been looking so contemptuous, froze, his face contorted in shock.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound echoed.
Everyone present could clearly discern that the sound was that of bone breaking.
"Heh heh!"
"Kid, do you know now what it means to strike a stone with an egg?! To go head-to-head with a Grandmaster, you..."
Long Zeliang couldn't help but sneer, his words laced with mockery.
However, before Long Zeliang could finish speaking.
"Stomp, stomp, stomp!"
The old man stumbled back several steps, his right arm hanging limply, striking the ground. His arm trembled slightly.
Meanwhile, the youth stood calmly before them, his expression serene as he watched them.
"Mr. Long, what did you just say? I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat it?" the youth's indifferent voice rang out.
Long Zeliang's expression changed drastically, his face filled with disbelief as he looked at the youth.
By now, he could clearly see that the one whose arm had been broken was not the youth, but the Grandmaster, Master Zhang!
"You, you're also a Grandmaster!" Long Zeliang's face was uglier than if he had eaten dozens of pounds of rat droppings.
He pointed at the youth in astonishment.
The youth calmly stepped forward, positioning himself under the umbrella held by Long Zeliang's driver.
Long Zeliang hastily retreated a couple of steps, the heavy rain instantly drenching him.
As for the driver standing in place.
His face was filled with terror, his legs felt as if they were cast in lead, and he dared not move the umbrella away, continuing to hold it for the youth.
"Kid, who exactly are you? When did Longhua have a monstrous talent like you?" Long Zeliang demanded.
The youth did not answer, instead retorting, "Today, did you come to Longhua to bully the Mo family?"
Long Zeliang frowned, "Who exactly are you?"
The youth calmly replied with two words: "Chen Mo."
"You, you're Chen Mo?! Qin Yuyan's brother?" Long Zeliang was utterly aghast.
Chen Mo nodded slightly, not bothering to conceal it.
After all, he knew that for someone of the other party's status, uncovering his origins would only take minutes.
Earlier, in the hotel, because of Qin Yuyan, he, the dignified Long Zeliang, had lost all face in front of everyone.
Now, outside the hotel, he was being humiliated by Chen Mo again.
Having been repeatedly shamed by the siblings, Long Zeliang was on the verge of madness!
He even felt that the siblings had conspired together, specifically to make him, Long Zeliang, look ridiculous.
Long Zeliang did not know Chen Mo, primarily because he believed Chen Mo to be nothing more than a parasite living off his sister's wealth. He thought that by dealing with Chen Mo's sister, Chen Mo would naturally have nothing.
However, he now realized how utterly wrong he had been!
These siblings were both monstrous talents!
Long Zeliang clenched his fists, glaring fiercely at Chen Mo, "Kid, one day, I will make you understand the consequences of offending someone from my Long family!"
"Slap!"
As soon as the threat was uttered, Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped Long Zeliang across the face.
"Ouch!"
The slap from Chen Mo sent Long Zeliang's jaw askew.
"You, you dare to hit me again!" Long Zeliang glared at Chen Mo in fury.
Chen Mo sneered, "Heh heh, Mr. Long, if I were you, I'd apologize sincerely right now. Perhaps then I might let you off, instead of you spewing meaningless threats here and then getting beaten up by me again."
Long Zeliang's face alternated between green and white.
In his forty-plus years of life, when had he ever endured such humiliation?
The old man standing beside him was also at his breaking point.
In his opinion, if it weren't for Long Zeliang being a member of the Long family, he would have died countless times over.
Chen Mo looked at the enraged Long Zeliang, "It seems you're still unwilling to apologize. In that case, I'll have to make you understand the consequences of offending me, Chen Mo."
Saying this, Chen Mo took a step forward.
Seeing this, Long Zeliang's face finally showed a hint of panic, "Kid, kid, what are you going to do?!"
"Bang!"
Chen Mo raised his leg and delivered a full-force kick to Long Zeliang's chest.
"Crack!"
Long Zeliang's ribs immediately snapped.
His body was sent flying backward.
At this moment, several businessmen were preparing to leave.
As they stepped out, they witnessed this scene.
Instantly, everyone at the hotel entrance froze, their faces filled with horror.
Long Zeliang also noticed the crowd of businessmen at the hotel entrance.
At this point, Long Zeliang finally regretted his actions.
He shouldn't have let his subordinates smash Chen Mo's car; otherwise, this situation would not have occurred.
Chen Mo continued to advance.
"Stop."
Just as Chen Mo was about to make his move, a familiar voice echoed from the hotel entrance.
Chen Mo abruptly halted his action.
He looked towards the hotel entrance, where he saw two graceful figures and a middle-aged man, holding umbrellas, walking towards them.
Upon seeing the approaching figures, Chen Mo's expression shifted.
"Eldest Sister," Chen Mo said, a hint of surprise in his voice.
For the newcomers were none other than his eldest sister, Qin Yuyan, along with Mo Xiaojing and Mo Chengguo.