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Yang Qi handed the USB drive to Cao Zhendong and sighed.

He had not expected someone to resort to such means to steal secrets.

Ordinary security guards were no longer suitable for the Qifei Group.

From now on, the Wolf Guards would become the Guardians of the Qifei Group.

Everyone else was deeply impressed.

Yang Qi had resolved the issue so quickly, rescued the kidnapped individuals, and even recovered the stolen data.

He was truly remarkable.

"Mr. Yang, what about He Honglang?" Jiang Yue couldn't help but ask.

"He's been taken away by the Heavenly Supervision Hall," Yang Qi replied, his voice suddenly turning ice-cold. "The Qifei Group was built from the ground up by my brother's hard work.

"He Honglang actually tried to destroy it. I'm going to be blunt today. Those who don't wish to work here anymore should leave now. If you don't leave and betray us later, don't blame me for being merciless."

"Understood!"

The crowd nodded, all sensing that Yang Qi was genuinely furious.

"Alright, it's getting late. Everyone, go get some rest. Get back to work tomorrow."

After saying his piece, Yang Qi left.

「Early the next morning.」

Chen Mo received a message.

Chuyun Baijing was dead.

Fei Duan was dead, too.

He Honglang had been captured.

Even the Hanfang Association was affected, as He Honglang had provided evidence against them. As a result, the Hanfang Association was fined one billion for unfair competition.

He didn't want to pay, but he had to.

This was the Dragon Country, not Kappa Country.

No matter how powerful the Hanfang Association was, they didn't dare defy the authorities.

After paying the fine, Chen Mo gritted his teeth in a burning rage.

He couldn't understand how everything had changed overnight. How could a master like Chuyun Baijing be dead? And He Honglang had been taken to the Heavenly Supervision Hall… Their plan had completely fallen apart.

"It must have been the Qifei Group! They did this!" Chen Mo seethed, vowing to take revenge and destroy the Qifei Group.

Just then, he received a phone call.

Chen Mo's brow furrowed as he looked at the caller ID. He didn't want to answer, but he had to.

The moment he picked up the phone, a furious roar exploded from the other end.

"Useless! You're all completely useless! You will take responsibility for Chuyun Baijing's death. You worthless worm from the Insect Country!"

Chen Mo held the phone away from his ear, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot as he let the furious tirade continue.

After a while, the person on the other end seemed to run out of steam.

Then, a cold voice said, "You don't have many chances left. Young Master Chuyun Fan will arrive in Kang City soon to take over Chuyun Baijing's work. If you don't want to die, think carefully about how to receive him. His temper is not as good as mine."

With that, the call ended.

Chen Mo shivered.

Of course, he knew Chuyun Fan. That guy was a madman. An absolute lunatic. Why send that maniac to Kang City? Isn't there enough trouble already? That guy will surely stir up even bigger problems when he arrives.

He sighed in resignation, unsure of what to do.

These Kappa Country idiots really underestimated the martial artists of the Dragon Country. He had opposed Chuyun Baijing's plan from the start, but he couldn't overrule him. Now that it had all turned into a mess, they were blaming him for incompetence? He was just a dog, for crying out loud! He had to obey his master's commands, whatever they were.

But even as he thought this, he knew he still had to go and meet Chuyun Fan.

This Chuyun Fan was a direct descendant of the Chuyun Family and Chuyun Xiong's cousin. He lacked Chuyun Xiong's talent for alchemy but possessed a ruthless streak.

Back in Kappa Country, he was someone who feared neither heaven nor earth.

Now, he had followed his father, Chuyun Mo, to the Dragon Country and had become the Vice President of the Hanfang Association's Dragon Country District. His father, Chuyun Mo, was the President.

The theft of the Thunder Sect's assets was Chuyun Mo's handiwork. He was a treacherous old fox.

The father was crafty, the son ferocious. They were indeed a perfect match.

Chen Mo took his men and arrived early at the highway entrance to await Chuyun Fan's arrival. A constant unease churned in his heart, so he had arranged for several beautiful women to act as a shield.

Soon after, several Toyota Alphards appeared and pulled to a stop.

The car doors opened. Bodyguards in black suits stepped out, followed by a man in his thirties. He wore a suit and tie, and his hair was combed to a brilliant shine. He was quite handsome, and a faint smile even played on his lips.

"Young Master Fan, welcome to Kang City!" Chen Mo waved his hand, and the beautiful women swarmed forward.

The next moment, something horrific happened.

Chuyun Fan, who had been smiling faintly just a moment before, suddenly exploded with savage violence.

The women had thought they could latch onto a powerful connection, or at least earn a large sum of money. They had no idea they were meeting their doom.

In just a few seconds, they all lay in pools of their own blood.

The broad smile on Chuyun Fan's face never wavered.

He then walked right up to Chen Mo.

Without warning, he kicked Chen Mo in the abdomen.

Chen Mo was sent flying, crashing hard against the car.

"ARGH!"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his mouth as his face turned deathly pale.

Chuyun Fan took out a tissue to wipe his hands. "Beat him!" he ordered. "Just don't kill him. This piece of trash is still useful to us."

Chen Mo was the General Manager of the Hanfang Association's Dragon Country District, a very important position. If not for that, Chuyun Fan would have definitely killed him, just as he had killed those women.

Chen Mo was brutally beaten. He lay on the ground, in too much pain to even get up.

His heart filled with terror and rage, but he didn't make a sound. He couldn't afford to provoke Chuyun Fan.

Chuyun Fan's combat power was extremely formidable. The guy was a martial arts fanatic.

If Chuyun Xiong was a genius in alchemy, then Chuyun Fan was undoubtedly a genius in martial arts.

"Remember this. I'm letting you live today only because you're still somewhat useful. The day I find you have no more use, I will personally butcher you."

Chuyun Fan walked over, grabbed Chen Mo by the hair, and yanked his head up. "And don't forget, it's because of you that my uncle died. Fei Duan also died. Every single member of the Chuyun Family is worth more than your pathetic life."

"Young Master Fan, Young Master Fan, I know I was wrong," Chen Mo gasped, his entire body wracked with excruciating pain. "I will definitely turn this around! I'll help the Hanfang Association recover its losses and avenge Mr. Baijing and Mr. Fei Duan!"

Deep down, what he wanted most was to kill Chuyun Fan. But he didn't dare. He could only beg for mercy.

"Who exactly did it?" Chuyun Fan asked coldly.

Chen Mo thought for a moment before replying, "Young Master Fan, I suspect this was orchestrated by the hidden boss of the Qifei Group. Rumor has it that this boss is terrifying. In any case, this matter is definitely connected to the Qifei Group."

"The Qifei Group, huh?" Chuyun Fan mused. "Right… that Li Qingyan from the Qifei Group is quite a catch, and so is that researcher, Jiang Yue. In the future, find women like them for me. Those ones from just now were beneath my notice."