Imminent death!?
In Jinling, soone actually dared to tell Young Master Yang his death was imminent!?
Madness!
This must be sheer madness!
As soon as Qin Heng spoke, the entire venue fell deathly silent. Everyone stared at him in disbelief, as if looking at a fool.
"Fuck! This waste Qin Heng is too audacious! Unbelievable, truly unbelievable!!"
"Isn't he just a profligate son who only knows how to squander his family's fortune? Does he think his status can intimidate Young Master Yang?"
"An overconfident piece of trash! Young Master Yang could crush him with a single finger!!"
The crowd buzzed with such sentints.
Du Wei's small face also turned pale. She tugged gently at Qin Heng's sleeve, saying, "Mr. Qin, this isn't good. This is Jinling, after all, and the Yang family is..."
"The Yang family, in my eyes, is nothing but ants," Qin Heng said indifferently. "If the Yang Family Head kneels before
and begs for rcy, I might spare the Yang family this once. Otherwise, if they displease , I may have to eradicate their entire clan."
"Hahaha! HAHAHAHA!!" Yang Zuobin burst into laughter. Pointing at Qin Heng, he said to Qin Yuan, "Tell , is your cousin brain-damaged? Does he even realize who he's talking to, or what he's saying?"
"Heng! You're insane!!" Qin Yuan completely lost his temper. He glared at Qin Heng and seethed, "Heng, you've caused a terrible disaster! Young Master Yang is the scion of Jinling's foremost family! Are you insane? Kneel and apologize to him, now!"
BANG!
Qin Heng casually slapped Qin Yuan on the chest. The blow sent him flying through the air in an arc, crashing down more than ten ters away. He toppled a table laden with food and wine, cutting a pathetic figure.
This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.
They looked at Qin Heng in disbelief.
FUCK!
He sent a man flying more than ten ters with a single slap!
Is this even humanly possible?!
Too incredible!
"Qin Heng! What the fuck are you doing!!" Qin Yuan finally erupted, unable to contain his rage any longer. He roared, "You've got so nerve! How dare you hit ! Believe it or not, I'll tell Fourth Uncle and have him..."
"Shut up!" Qin Heng said flatly. "Qin Yuan, I see right through your pathetic sches. Trying to ruin my reputation and plot for the company's assets? Such petty tricks are laughable. Do you really think you're qualified to plot against ?"
Qin Heng's words exposed his sches, and Qin Yuan's expression flickered. But he imdiately retorted, "Heng, what are you talking about? I was just concerned for you, afraid you'd get into trouble! How can you say I'm scheming against you!?"
"Obstinate fool." Qin Heng casually picked up a nearby chair.
With a WHIR, he hurled the chair. It slamd into Qin Yuan, ten ters away, with a THUD. The impact was so forceful that bones audibly cracked, his head split open, gushing blood, and he fainted on the spot.
"Qin Heng! You've got so nerve!"
Seeing Qin Yuan severely injured, Yang Zuobin flew into a rage and was about to call his n to capture Qin Heng.
However, Qin Heng had no patience to waste further words on him. A cold glint flickered in Qin Heng's eyes. He looked at Yang Zuobin as if sizing up an ant he could crush at any mont.
"Kneel!"
Qin Heng casually extended his hand. An incomparably terrifying force, as if the palm of a Heavenly God descending from the Ninth Heaven, pressed down on Yang Zuobin.
CRACK!!
Yang Zuobin was just an ordinary person, at best skilled in so combat sports. How could he withstand Qin Heng's imnse power? He was instantly forced to his knees, the sickening sound of bones snapping echoing out.
His shoulders and legs were crushed!
"Qin Heng! I want you dead!!"
Yang Zuobin shrieked in a frenzy, his eyes wide with madness as he struggled futilely.
However, it was utterly pointless!
Even Innate Grandmasters could not withstand Qin Heng's power, let alone Yang Zuobin with his ager strength. The excruciating pain in his shoulders and knees gnawed at his spirit. He trembled uncontrollably, drenched in a cold sweat.
The once arrogant Yang Zuobin was now a different sight. Qin Heng held him down with one hand on his shoulder, forcing him to kneel. Head bowed, teeth clenched, Yang Zuobin's face contorted in agony, his eyes burning with resentnt.
"Qin Heng, do you realize what you're doing? What you're doing now will bring a fatal disaster upon yourself! You will absolutely not leave Jinling City alive—I guarantee it!"
"Oh, is that so?" Qin Heng said with a faint smile. With a casual grab, he seized Yang Zuobin by the neck, lifting him clean off the ground and holding him aloft with one hand.
Yang Zuobin's legs dangled, bloodied and limp, clearly crippled.
"Now, with just a little force, I could snap your neck," Qin Heng said, still smiling. "Shall we wager on whether I leave Jinling City alive, or you escape my grasp alive?"
"Madman! Madman! You maniac!!" Yang Zuobin was utterly terrified. Staring at Qin Heng, he roared, "Qin Yuan, fuck your mother's desert! This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, I'd never have invited this madman here! Damn it!"
The onlookers were dumbfounded by this scene, almost doubting if they were hallucinating.
This was Yang Zuobin!
The great young master of the Yang family of Jinling, the heir apparent, the young Family Head!
And yet!
To think he was reduced to such a state by a nobody from Tianhai... How could this be happening?!
Inconceivable!
Utterly surreal!
"Stop!!"
Suddenly, a deep and resonant voice cut through the air.
Then, a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his fifties, walked over, his eyes surveying the scene.
His gaze finally settled on Qin Heng, then on Yang Zuobin, still in Qin Heng's grasp. The man said indifferently, "Guards! Arrest this violent madman!"
"Yes!!"
"Dad! He hit ! He broke my legs!!" Yang Zuobin shrieked. "Dad! Kill him for ! Kill him!!"
HISS!!
The surrounding crowd gasped, looking at the middle-aged man with a mixture of apprehension and awe.
So, this was Yang Zuobin's father, the current Family Head of the Yang family!
Even the Yang Family Head himself had been drawn out!
Now, Qin Heng was truly finished!
Many onlookers now gazed at Qin Heng with pity.
Du Wei also grew worried. She whispered to Chen Qingzhu beside her, "Sister Qingzhu, what do we do now? Mr. Qin is surrounded!"
"For Mr. Qin, these people are rely toys," Chen Qingzhu said, shaking her head lightly. "You don't understand his true power."
"Boy, release my son," Yang Wenze said. His gaze, fixed on Qin Heng, was glacial and brimming with killing intent. "Otherwise, you and the Qins will face consequences you cannot possibly bear!"
CRACK!
The sickening crunch of breaking bones made the hearts of all onlookers constrict with fear.
Qin Heng snapped Yang Zuobin's neck without a shred of hesitation. He casually tossed the corpse to the ground, his gaze shifting to Yang Wenze. "Consequences?" he asked indifferently. "Do tell."
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