Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"I'm telling you, my man is Chen Guanhao! He's a member of the Chen Family from Provincial City. If you dare touch me, you'll be making an enemy of the Chen Family—be careful, or they'll tear you to shreds!"

The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it echoed with crystal clarity in everyone's minds.

The Chen Family of Provincial City? The expressions on every face in the room changed. Even Huo Shan and Ning Zifeng looked shocked.

So this woman's backing was someone from the Provincial City's Chen Family! Although the Chen Family wasn't quite as powerful as the Xiao Family, they weren't far behind. More importantly, the Chen Family was notorious for its ruthlessness because the entire clan was a martial arts family. A so-called martial arts family was one where every member practiced martial arts; none of them were ordinary people.

Yang Sixue and Lin Qingyun were also stunned. Lin Qingyun's face showed overwhelming panic as she said to Zhao Dong, "Zhao Dong, listen to me! Let go of her, right now!"

At that moment, Lin Qingyun's heart was gripped by terror. Being from Provincial City herself, she knew exactly what kind of entity the Chen Family was. They were barely any weaker than the Xiao Family! Now that Zhao Dong had offended the Chen Family, Lin Qingyun had only one thought. It's over!

The entire bar fell deathly silent. The way everyone looked at the woman had changed, their gazes now filled with raw fear. This was a woman connected to the Chen Family of Provincial City; who could possibly afford to offend her?

Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes. He looked at the woman and said slowly, "So you've got the Chen Family backing you. No wonder you're so arrogant. What's your name?"

"Why are you asking?"

Zhao Dong smiled coldly. "Just answer the question. I'm the one asking, not you."

As he spoke, Zhao Dong tightened his grip. The woman's expression changed, and she stammered in fear, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I want you to do exactly as I say."

"Fine, I'll talk..." With a look of anger and resentment, the woman said, "My name is Qiu Lan. I'm Chen Guanhao's woman, and I own this bar. I advise you one last time: don't mess with me."

Zhao Dong cleaned his ear with his pinky and grinned. "Stop dropping 'Provincial City' this and 'Provincial City' that. Do you really think I'm scared?"

Qiu Lan's expression hardened. "What do you mean by that? You dare to disrespect the Chen Family?"

"It's not that I disrespect the Chen Family. I'm just used to doing whatever I want," Zhao Dong said with a cold smile, his grip tightening on her neck as a frigid glint appeared in his eyes. "My philosophy is simple: if you leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. But if you come after me... I don't give a damn who you are. You were going to kill me tonight. What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

Qiu Lan was terrified by Zhao Dong's aura. Her face turned deathly pale as she felt a wave of killing intent unlike anything she had ever experienced. She had no doubt that he would actually kill her. In his eyes, she saw nothing but absolute coldness and madness.

Qiu Lan swallowed hard, her beautiful face now just a mask of pale terror. "Don't do anything crazy... It wasn't my intention to offend you! It's just the bar's rule: anyone who causes trouble here dies! I wasn't specifically targeting you!"

"Bullshit! I wasn't the one who started it; they were the ones who provoked me!" As he spoke, Zhao Dong's gaze shifted to Huo Shan, whose body trembled as his face filled with terror.

Qiu Lan looked at Huo Shan, her expression turning icy. "Huo Shan! What exactly happened? Tell me the truth!"

Terrified, Huo Shan trembled as he spoke, "Miss Qiu Lan... I... I..."

Zhao Dong spoke each word slowly. "I'd advise you to tell the truth. I can kill her, and I can kill you."

Huo Shan's face turned ashen. Qiu Lan added coldly, "Huo Shan, if I find out a single word you say is a lie, not only will I not let you go, but I will wipe out your entire family! Now, tell me! Who started the trouble tonight?"

Huo Shan collapsed to his knees with a thud and wailed, "Miss Qiu Lan, it was me... I started it on purpose. Miss Qiu Lan, for old times' sake, please spare me!"

Enraged, Qiu Lan seethed, "Why would you deliberately cause trouble in my bar?"

Huo Shan's gaze drifted involuntarily toward Ning Zifeng, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine and quickly averted his eyes.

Clenching his jaw, Huo Shan said angrily, "Miss Qiu Lan, I was just following orders... I didn't mean to cause trouble in your establishment."

"Oh? And who ordered you to cause trouble here? Speak!"

Huo Shan glanced at Ning Zifeng and gritted his teeth, about to say his name. Just then, Ning Zifeng held up three fingers. Huo Shan understood immediately—it meant three million!

Gritting his teeth, he finally said, "Miss Qiu Lan, the person who hired me has already left... I... I'll willingly accept my punishment!"

Furious, Qiu Lan gnashed her teeth. "Son of a bitch! Men, chop off his hand!"

Zhao Dong interjected coldly, "So he causes trouble and just gets his hand chopped off? But when I cause trouble, I get a death sentence?"

Qiu Lan's face paled, her life still clutched in Zhao Dong's grip. She clenched her jaw and said, "Forget it. I'll make an exception today. You can both leave. Don't let it happen again, alright?"

"No," Zhao Dong said dismissively. "You'll chop off his hand, then you'll kneel and apologize to me. Then this will be over."

"What?! You..."

Before Qiu Lan could finish, Zhao Dong tightened his grip on her throat and said coldly, "I don't like to repeat myself. You wanted my life. All I want is for you to kneel and apologize."

A cold light flickered in Zhao Dong's eyes. For a proud woman like her, crushing that pride was a punishment more painful than death. Kneeling in front of so many people would be a fate worse than death for someone like Qiu Lan.

Qiu Lan trembled all over. The next second, she gritted her teeth and spat hatefully, "I'll die before I kneel to you! Kill me if you have the guts!"

"You think I don't dare?" Zhao Dong chuckled coldly. His wrist suddenly tensed, and a series of sickening cracks echoed from Qiu Lan's neck, as if her bones were about to shatter.

Qiu Lan's body was lifted into the air. She clawed at Zhao Dong's hand, struggling desperately as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Just as her neck was about to snap, Qiu Lan used every last ounce of her strength to force out two words: "I... I'll kneel!"

Zhao Dong released her, and she crumpled to the floor. "See? That wasn't so hard," he said lightly. "You're not worthy of playing these games with me."

Biting her lip, Qiu Lan shot Zhao Dong a venomous glare. Then, filled with endless resentment, she knelt before him and forced a single phrase through clenched teeth, "I'm sorry..."

"Louder."

"I'm... I'm sorry!"

Qiu Lan's eyes were bloodshot. She trembled uncontrollably, her fists clenched so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood.

Zhao Dong scoffed. "Get up. And watch yourself next time. Don't go thinking you're so special."

Qiu Lan's face flushed red, then drained white. Zhao Dong looked down at Huo Shan and said indifferently, "Are you going to cut off your own hand, or should someone else do it for you?"

Before Huo Shan could speak, Qiu Lan waved her hand. A black-suited bodyguard beside him instantly drew a dagger and brought it down on Huo Shan's wrist.

SLICE!

Blood sprayed everywhere!

Huo Shan's hand was severed clean off. He stared blankly for three seconds before letting out a soul-shattering scream and passing out from the pain.

The bar was utterly silent. Everyone was stunned speechless by the scene.

Looking at Zhao Dong, Qiu Lan said through clenched teeth, "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhao Dong nodded and smiled faintly. "Good performance. I'll let it slide this time."

With that, Zhao Dong turned to walk down the stairs. He paused, looking back over his shoulder. "Oh, and don't even think about getting revenge. I can kill you in less than three seconds. Feel free to try me if you don't believe it."

As Zhao Dong spoke, every goon in the bar stared daggers at him, their eyes burning with killing intent.

Qiu Lan pressed her lips into a thin line, her expression unreadable.

One of her men leaned in and whispered, "Boss, are we really just going to let him walk away? Why don't we have the boys take him out right now?"

The words had barely left the man's mouth when Zhao Dong, already at the bottom of the stairs, snatched a dagger from a nearby goon. In a flash, his wrist flicked.

A cold gleam flashed before everyone's eyes.

The next second, with a sickening slice, the hand of the man who had just spoken to Qiu Lan upstairs dropped to the floor, and blood gushed from the stump.

The man's face twisted in shock, and then he howled in agony, "My hand!!!" A few seconds later, he collapsed, unconscious.

Zhao Dong shook his head. "Some people just have to test my patience. Worthless trash."

The bar fell silent once more. Even Qiu Lan was shocked, her face deathly pale.

Zhao Dong scanned the crowd. No one dared to move. No one dared to breathe.

Even Lin Qingyun and Yang Sixue were terrified by Zhao Dong's display.

Zhao Dong didn't break his stride. He walked right past Lin Qingyun and Yang Sixue, heading slowly in a specific direction.

A shiver ran down Ning Zifeng's spine, and his face paled in fear.

As Zhao Dong approached step by step, his expression turned grim. Ning Zifeng swallowed hard. Realizing what was about to happen, he scrambled to his feet to leave.

He had just stood up when Zhao Dong arrived, pressing him back down into his seat with a faint smile. "Did I say you could leave?"

Seeing this from behind, Lin Qingyun's expression changed. "Zhao Dong, what are you doing?"