Smashing the Shop

Qin Lang's eyes flew open. He stared at Young Master Yang in utter disbelief, then burst into laughter. "Yang Jihua, are you sure you're not dreaming? Fang Mo—he's actually learning martial arts? Are you even making sense?!"

Young Master Yang's face reddened slightly, but his tone remained resolute. "Young Master Lang, I'm not joking. Not only is he learning, he's got some skill too. The Great Wind Gang paid for it with four of our men." He pointed at the two corpses on the ground, trying to substantiate his claim.

Qin Lang's smile faded. He walked over to the bodies, lifted the white sheets, and examined them closely, his brow gradually furrowing. "With that frail, wind-blown look of his, he has skills like this?"

Seeing this, Du Wei hurriedly stepped forward. "Young Master Lang, it's absolutely true."

"You saw him make a move with your own eyes?" Qin Lang pressed.

Du Wei hesitated before shaking his head. "Not exactly... but Huang Jun fought him."

Qin Lang turned his gaze toward Huang Jun, who stood off to the side, pale-faced and supported by two men. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and he looked utterly miserable.

"Huang Jun, don't tell me Fang Mo gave you those injuries?"

There was more than a trace of disbelief in his voice.

Huang Jun forced out a bitter smile. "Young Master Lang, the others at the martial arts school inflicted these injuries. But Fang Mo does have some ability. He may not be that strong, but he's already beyond ordinary people."

Qin Lang gave a derisive snort, clearly still unconvinced. "Learning martial arts? How far can he possibly get?"

"Young Master Lang is right. Without a martial artist's foundation, what can he possibly amount to?" Yang Jihua echoed, before his expression turned grave. "But, Young Master Lang, whether Fang Mo learns martial arts isn't the important part. The key is that he's hiding in Tiger Might Martial Arts School right now. Our people went to grab him this morning, but the school's people injured them. Just look at Huang Jun's wounds. Now the school has stepped in—they want us to hand Huang Jun over, and they want to suppress the Great Wind Gang."

Qin Lang said unhappily, "A martial arts school is this arrogant now? It thinks it can move against the Great Wind Gang?"

Young Master Yang explained helplessly, "Young Master Lang, Tiger Might Martial Arts School's head, Guan Lie, is a Hua Jin martial artist. He has many disciples throughout the military and government circles—"

"So what if he's a Hua Jin martial artist?" Qin Lang's eyes chilled as he said coldly, "How can Yunyang City allow some tiny martial arts school to call the wind and summon the rain? Gather the men. I'd like to see who dares stand in the way of the Qin Family!"

"Young Master Lang, should we ask a Hua Jin martial artist to back us up?" Young Master Yang cautiously suggested.

"No need!" Qin Lang waved him off. "We'll just go. Let him know that a tiny martial arts school can't turn Yunyang upside down!"

Before his words had even faded, a cold sneer came from outside. "What a big mouth. So the Qin Family is that impressive? You think you're still Yunyang's number one Martial Arts Family?"

Everyone turned to see Yue Jian standing in the doorway with two attendants.

Yue Jian was burly, dressed in sportswear. His cropped hair stood stiff and sharp, his gaze was keen, and a mocking smile hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Yue Jian, what are you doing here?" Qin Lang's expression shifted slightly as he asked in a low voice.

A teasing smile curled Yue Jian's lips. "What am I doing? Trashing the shop. This place is too old and shabby, so I'm here to help renovate it. Young Master Yang, no need to thank me. Happy to be of service."

Yang Jihua's expression immediately tightened. He hurried forward and said, "Young Master Yue, what do you mean by that? If I've done anything wrong, I apologize first."

He knew Yue Jian meant what he said and did what he promised. This guy was a notorious brute, the sort who started throwing punches at the slightest disagreement.

"If apologies worked, what would we need the law for?"

Yue Jian gave a cold laugh and waved his hand. "Smash it!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of smashing rose from downstairs. When Yang Jihua, Du Wei, and the others looked over, their scalps went numb. More than a dozen martial artists were wielding baseball bats and wrecking the place. The moment the Great Wind Gang members rushed up, they were beaten flat to the ground. They were no match at all.

"Young Master Yang, stop them! We just spent tens of millions renovating this place!" Du Wei shouted anxiously.

Yang Jihua was frantic as well. He quickly turned to Qin Lang. "Young Master Qin, hurry and talk Young Master Yue out of this!"

"Yue Jian, that's enough!"

The veins on Qin Lang's forehead throbbed. Smashing up the bar was the same as slapping him in the face. With an angry roar, he shot forward and threw a punch at Yue Jian.

"You think you're worthy of fighting me?"

A cold gleam burst from Yue Jian's eyes. He took one step forward and launched a killing punch, the air exploding around his fist.

Bang! A muffled impact rang out like thunder.

Yue Jian did not move an inch, while Qin Lang staggered back five or six steps before managing to steady himself. His face was filled with shock. "You... you broke through to the late stage of Bright Force?"

"Compared to your sister, you're far too inferior. Other than eating, drinking, and fooling around, you're good for nothing!"

Yue Jian sneered coldly.

"You!" Qin Lang's face twisted with humiliation and fury.

"What are you staring at? If you want to fight, I'll oblige!"

Yue Jian's eyes widened, vicious light flashing within them. Qin Lang's steps faltered. If he made a move now, he would only be taking a loss before his eyes. He was no match for Yue Jian, and the bones in his hands were nearly cracking apart, the pain piercing straight to his heart.

Seeing that even Qin Lang could not stop Yue Jian, Yang Jihua hurriedly clasped his hands and bowed repeatedly.

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"Young Master Yue, Young Master Yue, please show mercy. Don't smash anything else!"

Yue Jian raised a hand, and one of the burly men following behind him immediately waved downward. The smashing in the hall ceased as well.

However, quite a few things had already been destroyed, leaving the entire hall in a complete mess.

"Yang Jihua, smashing these things today is to tell you that some matters are not yours to meddle in!"

Yue Jian cast Yang Jihua a cold glance, sending a chill surging up Yang Jihua's spine.

Though they were both Martial Arts Families, they were far inferior to the five great families of Qin-Yue. Those families had all produced Dan Jin experts, and even now, Hua Jin peak martial artists presided over their clans. The strongest expert in Yang Jihua's family was merely an early-stage Hua Jin martial artist.

Naturally, he understood what Yue Jian was referring to.

It had to be Fang Mo's matter. Yue Jian and Fang Mo were the best of friends.

But he did not dare say anything. With Qin Lang still at his side, he could only smile awkwardly.

Yue Jian shoved him aside and strode toward Huang Jun. "You're Huang Jun, right? You were the one who went to seize my brother Fang Mo and even injured him?"

"Young... Young Master Yue, I..."

Huang Jun swallowed hard. Then his expression suddenly changed—Yue Jian moved without warning, throwing a punch at him.

He hurriedly raised his fist to block. A muffled thunderclap exploded through the room as terrifying force crashed into him. Huang Jun spat blood and flew backward, knocking over the coffee table and landing amid shattered glass.

Huang Jun immediately let out a scream. Yue Jian had stepped on his leg, and sweat streamed down his face from the pain.

"Young Master Yue, stop!"

Du Wei's expression changed drastically. He took a fierce step forward, intending to save him.

"Back off!"

A furious roar suddenly rang out. One of the two burly men behind Yue Jian darted forward, blocking Yue Jian's path as he threw a punch.

A muffled boom rang out like a thunderclap, powerful Qi Force bursting forth.

Du Wei was blasted away bodily. He staggered back several steps, shoving the sofa a full meter before he finally stopped. Clutching his hand, he stared in shock.

"Late-stage Dark Strength!"

Qin Lang and Young Master Yang both had drastic changes in expression. Yue Jian had actually brought a Dark Strength martial artist with him.

"Yue Jian, what exactly are you trying to do?" Qin Lang roared furiously.

"What am I doing? Watch closely!"

Yue Jian shot him a cold glance, then looked at Huang Jun, his face grim. "This was the leg you used to kick and injure my brother, wasn't it?"

"No! Spare me, Young Master Yue!"

Huang Jun's face filled with terror as he cried out urgently, but in the next instant, he screamed.

A crisp crack of breaking bone rang out. Huang Jun clutched his broken leg and screamed on the floor, while every member of the Great Wind Gang turned pale with fright.

This Young Master Yue was too ruthless. He had actually stomped Huang Jun's leg clean through.

"Next time, if I hear that any of you have gone looking to cause trouble for my brother Fang Mo again, it won't be as simple as a broken leg!"

Yue Jian looked coldly at Huang Jun, then swept his gaze over Du Wei. Facing that gaze, Du Wei dared not show anger or speak. He feared that if he angered Yue Jian, Yue Jian would fly into a rage and deal with him as well.

"Alright, I've vented enough. Time to go!"

Yue Jian chuckled as he clapped his hands, then turned and left.

The veins on Qin Lang's forehead throbbed as he watched Yue Jian's back. Suddenly, he let out an enraged roar.

"Men!"

Whoosh, whoosh! Two figures darted out and came to Qin Lang's side, their auras powerful and their gazes sharp.

Yue Jian stopped, a disdainful expression on his face. "What, you want to start a war?"

Qin Lang's face was twisted with rage, the veins on his forehead bulging as he gritted his teeth. "Then let's fight!"

"Wait!"

Just then, a loud shout rang out. A middle-aged man in his fifties rushed in anxiously and said in a hurried voice, "Young Master Lang, it's the master's call!"

Qin Lang froze at those words. The savage look on his face gradually faded. He took the phone and held it to his ear, listening while nodding from time to time.

A moment later, he put away the phone. The anger had vanished from his face. He looked at Yue Jian, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and said:

"Yue Jian, isn't your Yue Family about to leave the Home Planet? Let's see how long you can protect Fang Mo!"

Yue Jian's expression changed at those words, then his eyes sharpened as he said in a low voice:

"I may be leaving, but if Fang Mo loses even a single hair, I won't let you off!"

Qin Lang gave a sinister smile. "Then we'll see!"