Setting Sights on the Mecha Corps

Two middle-aged guards in black armor stepped out of the shadows, their metal boots striking the floor with dull thuds.

Powerful auras radiated from them, pressing down on Hua Qiang.

Yan Ruyu and the other women instantly tensed. Sangqina reached for the energy sword at her waist, but Hua Qiang pressed down on her hand.

"Don't rush." Hua Qiang spoke softly, his gaze remaining calm.

Just as the two middle-aged guards were about to seize Hua Qiang by the collar, a sudden change occurred.

Leng Xuan, who had been drunkenly swaying only moments ago, suddenly clutched his throat. His face turned crimson, as though an invisible hand had strangled the breath from him.

His eyes widened in terror. He pointed at Hua Qiang but could not utter a word, his body collapsing limply onto the sofa as strange rasping sounds escaped his mouth.

The two black-armored guards immediately halted, staring at the scene in shock and uncertainty.

The steward was so frightened that he collapsed onto the floor, stammering, "Young... Young Master! What's wrong with you?"

Hua Qiang slowly walked to the sofa and looked down at Leng Xuan, who was twitching on the floor. His tone was calm and flat, yet to Leng Xuan's ears, it sounded like the roar of a demon.

"I already told you not to touch my women."

His fingertips moved slightly. It was as though the shackles around Leng Xuan's throat had been loosened, allowing him to finally gulp down air. Yet his entire body remained limp, and he did not even have the strength to raise his head.

"Y-you... What did you do to me?" Leng Xuan looked at Hua Qiang in terror. The arrogance from earlier had vanished from his eyes, leaving behind only fear.

He finally understood that he had provoked