My husband Can Cultivate

The bald man wore a thick gold chain around his neck, as if he were afraid people wouldn't know he was rich. Dozens more men got out of the cars behind him, and every single one of them looked like trouble.

When the bald man entered the hot pot restaurant, the owner didn't dare to utter a word. He could only cower in a corner, shivering as he awaited his tragic destiny.

The five men inside the hot pot restaurant all pointed at Yang Qi. "Brother Nan, it's this bastard! He's the one who hit us! He even said he was going to wipe out our Brotherhood!"

The bald man, Brother Nan, gave Yang Qi a cold glance and waved his hand. "Surround him! Don't let this bastard escape!"

Dozens of men rushed over, encircling Yang Qi and Zhao Yuman. Meanwhile, the pair continued to eat as if no one else was there, simply enjoying their delicious meal.

Brother Nan strode up to Yang Qi, his expression ugly. "Bastard, didn't you see me arrive? And you're still eating!"

"Why don't you have some too?" Yang Qi said with a smile. As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed a handful of chili peppers and stuffed them into the bald man's mouth.

"Damn it! How dare you bully Brother Nan? Don't just stand there, get him!" a group of men roared. "This bastard is too arrogant; we can't let him off!" They rushed toward Yang Qi.

But just then, police sirens wailed outside.

Frightened, the members of the Brotherhood all looked out the window. Car after car from the Heavenly Supervision Hall had pulled up, blocking their vehicles completely. Then, a group of uniformed warriors from the Heavenly Supervision Hall rushed in.

"Hold them all down!" Lin Weidong roared.

The next moment, all dozens of men from the Brotherhood were slammed to the ground. The takedown was anything but gentle.

The bald man, Brother Nan, was scared stiff. He even forgot the searing spice in his mouth. "Wha-what's happening?"

"Uncle Lin, Daddy! We're over here!" Zhao Yuman waved at Lin Weidong and Zhao Xiong.

Brother Nan was completely dumbfounded.

"My good daughter, are you all right?" Zhao Xiong came over, looking her up and down, terrified that his precious daughter might have the slightest scratch.

"Dad, I'm fine. But it's a good thing you arrived when you did," Zhao Yuman said with an aggrieved look. "Otherwise, these bad guys were about to drag me away. They even said they wanted me to sleep with them."

PFFT! Brother Nan spat out a mouthful of blood. This all made no sense.

"Don't worry, Daddy will get revenge for you," Zhao Xiong said, his voice turning cold as he gave the order. "Take them all away!"

"No, no, City Lord Zhao, we didn't really do anything," Brother Nan pleaded. I just got here! I have no idea what happened! I was about to do something, sure, but I hadn't done it yet! Getting arrested like this is just too frustrating!

"You dare say you didn't do anything?" Zhao Xiong said coldly. "Harassing my daughter! Disturbing the peace! Oppressing the citizens! Disrupting the market! And you still say you did nothing? Do you really think we're all blind?"

"Miss Zhao! Miss Zhao, please forgive us!" the thugs cried out, truly terrified. "We were blind not to recognize who you were! If we had known it was you, we would never have dared!"

"Begging me is useless. I'm not the judge," Zhao Yuman said. "You can save it for the courtroom." Like a white butterfly, she flitted back to Yang Qi's side and resumed eating.

Zhao Xiong watched her and sighed. He knew his daughter was starting to fall for Yang Qi. But Yang Qi loved Lin Qingxuan. This would only end in heartbreak. It looks like I need to have a heart-to-heart with my daughter.

"Take them all away! What are you standing around for?" Zhao Xiong roared.

"Yes, sir!"

As Brother Nan and his men were dragged away, the surrounding crowd broke into applause and cheers. It was clear how long they had loathed the so-called Brotherhood.

Only now did the hot pot restaurant owner realize what big shots had graced his establishment. That girl was the City Lord's daughter! No wonder she had the confidence to say those things. Of course. A pathetic little Brotherhood is nothing compared to the City Lord Mansion.

"Mr. Yang, please continue your meal. We'll be taking our leave," Zhao Xiong said, approaching him respectfully.

The onlookers were even more astonished. Who is this young man, that even City Lord Zhao Xiong treats him with such respect?

"No need. An uninvited guest has arrived. You should take Miss Zhao home," Yang Qi said, frowning slightly as his eyes glanced toward the window. In a corner of the restaurant, a man was squatting, having watched them for a long time.

"Big Brother Yang, will there be danger?" Zhao Yuman asked.

Yang Qi patted her head and smiled. "Don't worry, little one. I'll be fine."

After Zhao Xiong left with Zhao Yuman, Yang Qi paid the bill and left the restaurant. He walked to a secluded corner of a nearby park before turning around.

"You've been following me for a while. Aren't you tired? Just say what you want." Yang Qi popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and began to chew. The taste from the hot pot was still lingering.

Kong Renjian frowned at Yang Qi. "You noticed me from the start? It seems you do have some skill. Now I'm starting to think... perhaps we were all mistaken. The boss of Qifei Group… it's you, isn't it?"

"I'm the one asking questions now," Yang Qi said, still chewing his gum. "Who are you, who sent you, and what do you want? Spit it out."

Kong Renjian was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. "You're quite brave. To face a powerful Martial Artist and remain so composed. You're either incredibly formidable or incredibly stupid. Which one are you?"

"Why don't you try and find out?" Yang Qi smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Since you don't want to talk now, that's fine. I'm sure you'll have no choice but to talk later."

Kong Renjian's frown deepened. He couldn't tell if this young man was ignorant or truly powerful. His demeanor was far too natural.

"Oh, I'll definitely give it a try. But before that, you need to answer a question. Who killed Mitsuhide Takeshi and Mitsuhide Qiang?" Kong Renjian asked. "I ask because I'm afraid that if I kill you by accident, there will be no one left to answer me."

"I killed them," Yang Qi said with a smile. "So you're working for the Hanfang Association. You should have just said so. That makes things clear. But I've investigated the Hanfang Association, and they shouldn't have an expert of your caliber. Who are you, really?"

Before Kong Renjian could speak, Yang Qi added, "Actually, never mind. You don't have to answer. After you're dead, someone will tell me your name."

"You want to kill me?" Kong Renjian was stunned.

Suddenly, a fearsome aura erupted from him. "I don't know where you get this confidence, thinking you can kill me. I'm guessing you have someone backing you. Don't worry, I'll kill you slowly. I'll wait until he shows himself!"

The next moment, he moved. He shot forward like a human cannonball, closing the distance to Yang Qi in an instant. His right leg whipped out, a terrifying lash powerful enough to shatter a mountain, aimed viciously at Yang Qi's legs.

Clearly, the man had no intention of killing Yang Qi. He just wanted to cripple him and use him as bait to draw out the real killer.