Chapter 100: Reckless and Unaware of Death

The guests present all gasped sharply upon seeing the vivid red palm print on Chen Yang’s face. This man truly struck with ruthless force. None had expected Yang Fan to dare lay a hand on Chen Yang right here. After all, this banquet was hosted by the Chen family, and this was their territory.

“Heavens, that kid’s got some nerve—actually dared to hit Chen Yang. Has he lost his mind?”
“Tsk tsk, that pretty boy really doesn’t know his place. He dared to strike the young master of the Chen family; he’s finished today.”
“The Chen family is the overlord of Jiangcheng. Who dares offend them lightly? That kid clearly doesn’t understand the Chen family’s standing here. He’s just invited serious trouble.”

The crowd buzzed with whispered conversations, their eyes turning toward Yang Fan, filled with pity. To dare strike Chen Yang was to invite the Chen family’s vengeance. Moreover, Chen Yang was notorious in Jiangcheng as a reckless scion, arrogant to the core; those who provoked him met miserable ends. Everyone could already foresee Yang Fan’s grim fate: it wouldn’t be pretty—either dead or crippled.

“How dare you hit me?” Chen Yang stared at Yang Fan with venomous eyes, his gaze fierce and unforgiving. In his heart, he burned with fury. To be slapped openly was a grave humiliation. As the young master of the Chen family in Jiangcheng, he carried a distinguished status; no one dared offend him here.

This banquet was Chen family territory, and yet, in front of everyone, he had been slapped—a profound disgrace.

“I hit exactly you,” Yang Fan said with a steely gaze. “You talk too much. I’m here to teach the Chen family a lesson.”

Yang Fan’s boldness was unwavering. His cultivation had already reached the late Qi Refining stage, and his strength had increased substantially. A local power like the Chen family of Jiangcheng was still beneath his notice. If they displeased him, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy them.

His principle was simple: speak with fists.

“I’ll cripple you!” Chen Yang charged at Yang Fan, rage blinding him. Without even raising an eyelid, Yang Fan slapped him again with force. The blow landed squarely on Chen Yang’s swollen face, sending him flying backwards, crashing through tables and chairs behind him.

Two bloodied teeth fell to the ground.

This time, Chen Yang was less fortunate—he had lost teeth.

The crowd sucked in breath at the brutal scene.

Seeing Chen Yang’s battered state, Yu Qian’s heart tightened with worry. The Chen family wielded great power in Jiangcheng; if they retaliated, Yang Fan would be in serious trouble. Though she knew Yang Fan was formidable in combat, facing the overlords of Jiangcheng was an entirely different matter. The Chen family had influential connections and numerous forces at their command.

“Yang Fan, don’t act recklessly. The Chen family isn’t to be trifled with,” Yu Qian urged, approaching him.

“Hmph, a mere little Chen family—I don’t even put them in my sights,” Yang Fan sneered.

Yu Qian was speechless, unsure what to say.

The surrounding guests, overhearing Yang Fan’s arrogant tone, all thought he was wildly presumptuous.

“Is this kid crazy? Challenging the Chen family of Jiangcheng—has he lost his mind?”
“Heh, the Chen family controls both the underworld and the law here. No one dares provoke them, yet this kid underestimates them.”
“Tsk tsk, wait until the Chen family shows up. This is going to be entertaining.”

They looked at Yang Fan as if he were a fool. To disregard the Chen family was sheer arrogance. The Chen family’s mere stamp of authority sent tremors throughout Jiangcheng.

At that moment, over thirty security guards burst in. Their leader was Zhao Wei.

Seeing Chen Yang being beaten by Yang Fan, Zhao Wei knew his opportunity had arrived. He had run out to call the guards.

He refused to believe Yang Fan could handle thirty men.

“That’s the one who assaulted Young Master Chen Yang!” Zhao Wei pointed at Yang Fan as the guards surrounded him, each with a baton in hand.

“Pretty boy, you’re as good as dead. You dared attack the young master—you must be courting death,” Zhao Wei shouted at Yang Fan, his excitement barely contained as he imagined Yang Fan being beaten.

Chen Yang’s eyes gleamed with cruelty. He hissed at Yang Fan, “Break his legs! I want him to suffer worse than death!”

“Foolish and reckless,” Yang Fan snorted coldly.

The thirty guards charged without hesitation, batons raised.

Yang Fan moved—but he didn’t strike the guards. Instead, he targeted Zhao Wei.

Since Zhao Wei didn’t know what death meant, he would give him a lesson to remember.

Zhao Wei had not expected Yang Fan to attack him and quickly tried to retreat. But he was too slow.

Yang Fan was upon him in an instant, delivering a powerful kick to Zhao Wei’s chest.

With a loud crack, Zhao Wei’s sternum shattered. He screamed in agony and slammed into a table, collapsing to the ground with a wail like a slaughtered pig.

The guards closed in.

Yang Fan’s eyes burned with disdain.

The first guard who charged was grabbed with one hand and sent flying with a knee strike.

Seizing a baton, Yang Fan revealed a fierce side.

His movements were swift and elusive, like a phantom impossible to catch.

Each strike sent a guard crashing down, unable to rise.

The onlookers were dumbfounded by the one-sided spectacle.

They stared at Yang Fan as if he were a monster.

One man against thirty guards, untouched and systematically knocking them all down.

It was unbelievable.

In under two minutes, all thirty guards lay on the ground, moaning in pain, eyes full of terror as they stared at Yang Fan.

So many against one, yet none could touch him or get close.

Yu Qian stood stunned.

It was the first time she had seen Yang Fan so ferocious.

Though she knew he was strong, she hadn’t realized he was this formidable.

“What now?” Yu Qian’s worry deepened.

Yang Fan had thoroughly offended the Chen family.

If the Chen family sought retribution, there was no way she could escape unscathed.

To Yu Qian, the Chen family was a colossal force.

But with the situation as it was, there was no turning back—only fate.

Since Yang Fan wasn’t afraid, she decided not to overthink it.

For her, the worst outcome was the Yuanfu Catering Group being suppressed by the Chen family.

“You said you’d cripple my legs?” Yang Fan’s gaze locked on Chen Yang as he slowly approached, his voice cold and lethal. “I’ll start by crippling you now.”

Chen Yang paled at Yang Fan’s icy stare, retreating in fear.

“Dare offend the Chen family? Aren’t you afraid to die?” Chen Yang shouted, panic-stricken.

Yang Fan smiled grimly and raised his foot to stomp down on Chen Yang.

“Mr. Yang, please show mercy!”

Just as Yang Fan was about to cripple Chen Yang’s leg, a figure swiftly appeared.