"Your brother committed heinous acts, and his death was deserved. I was merely reminding you."
Chu Chen said coldly, "Also, let me tell you something else. My name is Chu Chen. Remember it."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Chen left directly. The young man in purple watched Chu Chen's retreating back, his eyes flickering. After a moment of silence, he stood up and chased after him.
"Chu Chen, wait!" Chu Chen stopped and turned his head, his gaze calm. "What do you want now?"
The young man in purple hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to ask you for a favor. No matter the outcome, I owe you one."
"Oh?" Chu Chen showed a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected this spoiled brat to have any conscience.
"Since you're so sincere, I'll help you with this favor." Chu Chen accepted the silver notes, a smile playing on his lips.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't disappoint you!" The young man in purple grinned and then left with a group of guards.
Watching them leave, Chu Chen's eyes gradually darkened.
"Zhao Long, do you think this is enough to deal with me?" Chu Chen muttered to himself.
"Not only will I not retreat, but I will also take the initiative to destroy your entire Zhao family with my own hands!"
"Are you really planning to attend the banquet?" In a room at the restaurant, Zhao Yunshan frowned.
Zhao Long said with certainty, "Uncle, don't worry. Chu Chen wouldn't dare to play any tricks. Our plan is foolproof."
"Don't worry, Uncle, I've already made arrangements. Chu Chen wouldn't dare to refuse my invitation!"
Zhao Long vowed, his confidence in his plan absolute. "Besides, I'll be following in the shadows to protect him. He'll have nowhere to escape!"
Zhao Yunshan nodded slightly, then gave a few instructions before leaving in a hurry.
"Chu Chen, I advise you to behave yourself and don't get into trouble. Just surrender obediently." Zhao Long looked at Chu Chen, a cold sneer on his lips.
"Young Master Zhao, he doesn't seem willing to cooperate. Why don't we take action?" a guard beside him said.
"Mm." Zhao Long nodded and waved his hand.
Immediately, two martial artists stepped forward. One of them raised his leg to kick Chu Chen, while the other grabbed Chu Chen's shoulder, preventing him from resisting.
"I'll teach you to be arrogant. I'll break your legs later!" Zhao Long sneered repeatedly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Suddenly, Chu Chen turned his head and looked at Zhao Long calmly. "If I don't go to the banquet with you, you'll never get your revenge, will you?"
"Hmph, I just want to teach you a lesson, you good-for-nothing. Kill you?" Zhao Long said mockingly.
"Is that so?" Chu Chen smiled slightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a dull thud. Chu Chen's fist shattered the guard's kneecap with a crack.
The sound of bone breaking was clear. The guard cried out in agony and fell to his knees.
Chu Chen didn't give him a chance to cry out for mercy. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the man's head, and slammed it hard against the floor.
Each impact made those around them dizzy. Blood flowed, and many couldn't bear to watch.
"Ahhh..." The guard's shrill screams were chilling. The scene was too brutal.
"Stop!" Zhao Long roared in horror. He hadn't expected Chu Chen to be so insane, beating someone half to death.
Chu Chen acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to beat him until the guard's head was completely smashed. The ground was covered in scarlet blood and็ข่, a gruesome sight.
"You... you're crazy!" Zhao Long trembled all over. He had never encountered such a situation. This person was more ferocious than a beast, and it terrified him.
"Zhao Long, now it's your turn." Chu Chen's gaze locked onto Zhao Long as he slowly walked over.
"You... what are you going to do?" Cold sweat beaded on Zhao Long's forehead. Being stared at by Chu Chen, he felt an intense sense of danger.
Without a word, Chu Chen raised his hand and slapped him across the face with a loud crack, leaving five red handprints.
"Hiss..." The surrounding onlookers were stunned.
Zhao Long was the young master of the Zhao manor, and he had just been slapped!
"You dare to hit me?" Zhao Long covered his swollen face and glared at Chu Chen with hatred.
"I hit you because I dared to!" Chu Chen slapped him again, making Zhao Long dizzy and his vision go black.
"You scoundrel!" Zhao Long was enraged. "You country bumpkin dare to hit me? Do you know who my father is!"
"Who cares who your father is!" Chu Chen kicked Zhao Long in the stomach, sending him flying and landing on the ground, spitting out a few bloody teeth.
"Pfft!" Zhao Long spat blood, his face contorted with pain. "Chu Chen, you're dead! I'll kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Long suddenly felt a cold, sharp pain at his neck. He turned his head with difficulty and saw Chu Chen's deep, dark eyes.
"You, what are you doing!" Zhao Long yelled in panic. "If you dare to kill me, my father will never let you go!"
"Let me go? Hahaha!" Chu Chen threw his head back and laughed, his eyes filled with malice and hatred.
"Back then, when your father kicked me out of the house and expelled me from the clan, did he ever consider letting me go?"
Zhao Long's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this, and then his face became ferocious. "So what? Are you planning to kill me?"
"What do you think?" A cruel smile appeared on Chu Chen's lips.
"You wouldn't dare!" Zhao Long gritted his teeth. "This is the Zhao manor. I am the third young master of the Zhao manor. If you kill me, you'll surely die too!"
"Heh, I've suffered enough grievances over the years. Since you're determined to seek death, I'll send you on your way!"
Chu Chen's expression grew colder, and spiritual energy surged within him.
Just then, a cold shout suddenly came, "Chu Chen, how dare you harm the third young master!"
Chu Chen stopped what he was doing and looked towards the source of the voice. He saw a young man in luxurious clothing walking quickly towards them. It was the steward of the Zhao manor.
The steward of the Zhao manor was a master of the Xiantian realm, possessing formidable strength.
"Steward, help! This guy is trying to murder me!" Zhao Long, seeing the steward, acted as if he had found a savior and rushed over to beg for help.
Although Zhao Long was a spoiled brat, he was still a member of the Zhao family, and the steward could not ignore him.
"Boy, release the third young master immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite!" the Zhao manor steward threatened coldly.
"No need to waste words with him, kill him!" Zhao Long said fiercely.
"You dare!" The Zhao manor steward's eyes narrowed, and his gaze instantly became sharp. "If you dare to kill the third young master today, I will flay you alive!"
"Flay me alive?" Chu Chen shook his head and sighed. "Zhao Long, you should be fortunate, because today is your birthday."