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Although Yang Qi's voice was calm, it carried a domineering aura.

HAHAHAHA...

The crowd erupted in laughter once more. Everyone looked at Yang Qi as if he were an idiot.

Is this guy a fool? Three people, talking to several hundred Martial Artists like that? They're asking for death!

"Asking me for money?" Chuyun Fan laughed. "And one billion, at that!"

"That's right, one billion," Yang Qi nodded calmly. "Not a penny less. And remember, I want it after taxes."

"Are you freaking insane?" Chuyun Fan cursed. "Today, not only am I taking back that one hundred million in bail money, but I'm also going to make your Qifei Group pay to bail your people out!"

Yang Qi remained perfectly calm. "The money I'm asking for... you have to give it to me today. Whether you want to or not, you're giving it. You have no choice!"

"What a freaking psycho!"

Everyone thought Yang Qi was a lunatic. To think someone would dare to provoke Chuyun Fan like this. Wasn't this just asking for death? It was one thing when people from the City Lord Mansion and the Heavenly Supervision Hall were present. But now, with just the three of them, they still had the gall. It was laughably absurd.

"I always thought I was arrogant, but today I've finally met someone more arrogant than me. But my arrogance is backed by capital. What capital do you have to be arrogant in front of me, you bastard?" Chuyun Fan finished speaking and burst into laughter.

PTOOEY!

Yang Qi suddenly spat out the chewing gum in his mouth. The accuracy was unbelievable. It flew directly into Chuyun Fan's open mouth. Stunned, Chuyun Fan actually swallowed it.

Everyone was frozen, wondering if it was a coincidence or if he was really that accurate.

"Oh, my apologies," Yang Qi said with a shrug. "I mistook your foul mouth for a trash can."

"You're dead!" Chuyun Fan was about to explode with rage. He waved his still-functional left hand and bellowed, "What are you all staring at? Get him! Don't kill him, though. I want him to suffer unimaginable pain!"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of Martial Artists charged toward Yang Qi and his two companions.

Yang Qi had no intention of making a move himself. He simply started walking toward Chuyun Fan.

Iron Heart and Iron Bone took action. Iron Bone was a veritable human tank as he charged forward. A swarm of Martial Artists was sent flying, crashing to the ground as if they had been struck by a train. The feeling was truly awful.

Iron Heart was even more ferocious. A single punch from him was like a cannonball blasting into the crowd, sending a wave of bodies into the air.

Although the hundreds of Martial Artists were not weak, they stood no chance against two Great Grandmasters—one a Fifth Rank and the other a Fourth Rank. They were utterly powerless and completely routed, sent tumbling through the air. In agonizing pain, they all collapsed to the ground, wailing incessantly.

Chuyun Fan was terrified by the sight. There were even Martial Arts Grandmasters in that group, yet they had been defeated so easily.

These two similar-looking guys are just too damn terrifying.

"What are you staring at? It's your turn," Yang Qi said with a grin as he looked at Chuyun Fan. He suddenly grabbed Chuyun Fan's left arm and squeezed it fiercely.

AAAAH—!

Chuyun Fan let out a hysterical scream, feeling like he was going to lose his mind. Both of his arms were now fractured. How long will this take to heal?

"One billion, and I'll spare your life!" Yang Qi grabbed Chuyun Fan by the hair, yanked his head back, and sneered, "And I'm only giving you one hour! I know your Hanfang Association has its ways. If you don't have the cash, assets will do."

"I'll give it! I'll give it! I'll give it!" Chuyun Fan did not want to die. He hadn't enjoyed life nearly enough. Besides, he was not a fearless man by nature.

He hurriedly called Chen Mo. "I don't care how you do it. Within one hour, transfer one billion to this account. If you can't, then transfer our fixed assets to the Qifei Group!"

Chen Mo was dumbfounded, but he had no choice. He could only comply. If Chuyun Fan died, he would die too.

It had to be said, Chen Mo had some skills. He managed to get everything settled in just half an hour.

Seeing the one billion appear in his account, Yang Qi smiled. Just when he was worrying about money, someone came along to deliver it.

"Get lost," Yang Qi said with a smile. "You're welcome to come and deliver more money in the future. I'll be waiting!"

Chuyun Fan and his men fled.

What a disgrace! So utterly disgraceful! Even more humiliating than last time! Not only did I get beaten, but I also had to hand over one billion. This is the absolute height of shame. This time, he knew he had to calm down and think. That Yang Qi has two such terrifying experts by his side. I have to find my own experts.

Upon returning to the office, he took out his anger on Chen Mo, beating him severely. Chen Mo knelt there and endured the beating in silence.

Only after Chuyun Fan had finished venting did he dare to look up. "Young Master Fan, what should we do next?"

"Call my father!" Chuyun Fan said coldly.

"Yes!" Chen Mo dialed Chuyun Mo's number and put the phone to Chuyun Fan's ear.

"Father, I was nearly beaten to death!" Chuyun Fan roared. "If you still want me as your son, send Mitsuhide Takeshi and Mitsuhide Qiang to me! I want revenge!"

"No problem," his father's voice came through. "I'll not only send Mitsuhide Takeshi and Mitsuhide Qiang to you, I'll also have Yagyu Kenkage go with them!"

Chuyun Mo doted on his only, precious son and would never stand by and watch him get killed.

"Uncle Yagyu is there too? That's great! With him and those two brothers, it's a sure thing!" Chuyun Fan was ecstatic. With those three, he could walk all over Kang City.

Mitsuhide Takeshi and Mitsuhide Qiang were brothers and also Chuyun Mo's personal bodyguards. Both possessed extremely fierce combat power. Neither of them would lose to the Fire General.

Yagyu Kenkage was even more terrifying. He was a master from the Kappa Country's Sword Saint lineage. It was rumored that his skills were not inferior to Cao Shaqing's, though that was only a rumor and might not be true.

Mitsuhide Qiang and Mitsuhide Takeshi hailed from the Mitsuhide family, a true Samurai Family in Kappa Country that served as protectors for the Chuyun Family. The Clan Leader of the Mitsuhide family was revered as the Martial Saint. Similarly, the Clan Leader of the Yagyu family was known as the Sword Saint. Both were exceptionally powerful.

Chuyun Fan was truly enraged this time to have called for Mitsuhide Takeshi and Mitsuhide Qiang. He just didn't expect his father to be even more decisive, sending Yagyu Kenkage as well.

Chuyun Fan sneered coldly. "Yang Qi, you told me not to touch the West Suburb Orphanage. I'm going to do exactly that. Let's see what you can do!"

The three of them arrived that very afternoon. Mitsuhide Takeshi and Mitsuhide Qiang stood there like two imposing Martial Gods, their majestic presence exuding a tremendous pressure that made it difficult for others to even breathe.

Yagyu Kenkage, on the other hand, didn't release any perceptible aura. But just sitting there, he felt like an unsheathed blade; anyone who crossed him was courting disaster.

"Hahahaha, I'm going to the West Suburb Orphanage right now! I'd like to see who dares to touch me now! Who could possibly touch me!" Chuyun Fan burst out laughing, but the movement tugged at his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain.