You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

The instruments attached to him emitted a monotonous and irritating ticking sound.

He was in a deep coma, breathing through an oxygen mask, each breath accompanied by the harsh sound of a broken bellows. He had clearly suffered extremely cruel torture!
Chen Yang's aura suddenly turned icy, and the temperature in the entire ward seemed to drop several degrees.

An intense, suppressed killing intent, like a volcano about to erupt, surged in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to destroy everything, and turned to the heartbroken Chen Tingting.

"Are you sure it was Wang Fade's men? Where did they do it? The Sea Shark Gang's hideout?"

Chen Tingting forcefully wiped away her tears, her eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred, her voice hoarse but clear.

"Yes! When my father was last lucid, he mentioned the name 'Wang Fade'!"

Their men even arrogantly left a message saying they would give our Blood Slaughter Gang a 'big gift'!
Their hideout is right in the city center, below the Great Shark Billiards Club!
That's the largest underground bank and boxing arena in the entire north of the city!

"city center?"

Chen Yang's eyes instantly locked onto that name—"Big Shark Billiards Club".

He had heard about this location and its "side business" before.

The next second, he made a decision.

He walked to the bedside without any explanation. The "Qingwei Yuanjiang Dafa" was silently activated within his body. A gentle, chaotic spiritual power, like a warm breeze, gently enveloped the seriously injured and unconscious Living Yama, along with the entire bed.

"Bear with it."

Chen Yang whispered something to the astonished Chen Tingting, while simultaneously connecting his thoughts to the origin of the blessed land.

hum!
The central space of the ward suddenly distorted and blurred, and an opening with chaotic gray air currents swirling around its edges instantly opened, radiating a rich and pure life force. On the opposite side of the opening, a hazy, fairyland-like landscape and ethereal architectural outlines could be vaguely seen! Furthermore, the figures of two sect elders dressed in Taoist robes, with gentle yet powerful auras, flashed by.

"This..." Chen Tingting was dumbfounded. The scene in front of her, which completely defied common sense, left her mind blank.

"Take good care of your godfather."

Chen Yang's voice carried an irresistible force, while at the same time a gentle force enveloped Chen Tingting.

"Go in first!"

Overwhelmed by shock and a strange sense of security, Chen Tingting instinctively clung to her father amidst the feeling of weightlessness. A flash of chaotic light, and the hospital bed and the figures of Chen Tingting and her father vanished instantly from the entrance! The entrance closed immediately, leaving only the cold hum of medical equipment in the ward.

Chen Yang took one last look at the empty bed, then turned and strode away.

His silhouette, carrying a chilling killing intent, was like a cold current, quickly merging into the neon lights of the city's late night.

In the heart of the city center, neon lights, like an ever-burning galaxy, illuminate the streets as bright as day, and pedestrians throng the area.

The enormous neon sign for "Great Shark Billiards Club" flashes alternately atop several towering office buildings, exuding ostentatious luxury. The entrance features a highly modern glass revolving door, and impeccably dressed receptionists bow to greet guests, making it appear to be a top-tier entertainment venue.

Chen Yang blended into the well-dressed crowd and entered the club without any hindrance.

The first floor is a spacious, bright, and top-notch international standard billiards hall with more than a dozen high-end billiard tables neatly arranged. Young people wearing vests are focused on playing billiards, while scantily clad women carry drinks and move around. The music is mixed with the crisp sound of the balls hitting each other.

He casually found an empty table in a corner, tossed a few red bills to start the game. He picked up the cue stick, his movements fluid as if an art form. The shot, the pocketing, the positioning… all were precise, as if he possessed X-ray vision.

One shot clears the table! Then another shot clears the table!

The series of "miracles" quickly attracted the attention of surrounding players and bettors. Exclamations and gasps of amazement rang out continuously.

Before they knew it, a number of people had gathered around Chen Yang's pool table.

A faint, provocative smile played on his lips, but he showed no mercy in his betting. After several rounds of gambling, the thickness of the red bills on the table visibly increased.

"Wow, that's awesome, bro!"

"Let's play another round! I'm not satisfied with losing the last one!"

"Bro, got incredibly lucky, huh? Want to go all in?"

The two boys, who had lost all their money betting on football, had red eyes and spoke with obvious hostility.

Chen Yang slowly gathered up the thick wad of banknotes he had won in his last hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and flicked the tip of his cue stick.

"I've had enough of playing ball, it's boring now."

He said it casually, got up and walked out, as relaxed as if he were strolling in a park.

The two who had lost were furious. They exchanged a glance, a fierce glint in their eyes, and quickly followed.

Others, who were just looking for a good show, also moved along with it.

Chen Yang seemed to be wandering aimlessly. He left the main hall, strolled into the noisy electronic game area next door, passed through the area filled with the clanging of slot machines and the enthusiastic faces of players, and finally arrived at the passage marked with the exit leading to the underground mall—towards the restrooms.

There were few people here, and the lighting was relatively dim.

Just as he was about to reach the bathroom door, two men with unfriendly expressions quickened their pace and suddenly blocked his way from the left and right! Three or four other idlers who had just lost money or simply wanted to watch the show followed behind.

"Friend, it's not very ethical to gamble like this, win and then just leave, is it?"

The leader, a man with triangular eyes, grinned menacingly.

"Take all the money you've won, plus your original fortune, and hand it all over as tea money! We brothers guarantee you'll leave here fully recovered tonight! How about it?"

The men behind him grinned menacingly and moved closer, their menacing expressions clearly threatening.

Chen Yang stopped, turned his head slightly, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Tea fee? Is this all the men under your boss Wang Fade are good for? Blocking people at the toilet door and begging for food?"

Upon hearing this, the triangular-eyed man and his companion's expressions changed drastically!
"You're asking for it! How dare you mention President Wang's name!"

With a furious roar, the man with the triangular eyes stopped talking and unleashed a fist the size of a bowl, accompanied by a vicious gust of wind, slamming it towards Chen Yang's face! A man beside him also viciously kicked at the back of Chen Yang's knee!

The toilet entrance was narrow, leaving no way to avoid it!
"boom!"

"Crack!"

A dull thud was followed almost simultaneously by the chilling sound of bones breaking!

The figure rushing forward in the triangular eyes suddenly stopped, then twisted into a bizarre posture!
His outstretched fist was firmly grasped by Chen Yang's hand, which was like an iron clamp! Then, an irresistible, enormous force twisted it violently! The triangular-eyed man's arm instantly twisted into a disgusting V-shape, with white, broken bone fragments piercing through the flesh and exposed to the air!
The screams from the triangular-eyed man were more agonizing than those of a pig being slaughtered!

The other attacker's kick hadn't even touched Chen Yang's trouser leg when he saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and a tremendous force, like a locomotive, slammed into his chest!

He was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the cold tile wall. He didn't even have time to scream before he passed out, blood gushing from his mouth and nose!

The remaining onlookers were completely terrified! They stared dumbfounded as Chen Yang casually tossed the screaming, struggling triangular-eyed man, with his broken arm, into a corner as if he were trash.

Chen Yang flicked non-existent dust off his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over the thugs who were trembling with fear like a cold knife.

"He's utterly useless." His voice was flat and emotionless.

"Is this all the elites in your Sea Shark Society are capable of?"

“Go back and tell Wang Fade.”

Chen Yang's toe lightly kicked the triangular-eyed man's chin, sending him screaming back.

"Just say that I'm getting impatient waiting here."

Let those old guard dogs he 'invited' from next door to his office wash their necks and come down to meet their deaths!
One... isn't enough for me to warm up.

In the dimly lit toilet passage, only painful groans and chattering teeth could be heard. The other uninjured man, his face as white as paper, reacted like a startled bird, scrambling and stumbling towards the private emergency exit leading to the deeper underground area without daring to look back!

He stumbled and ran through the long, dark corridor covered with thick carpets, frantically pounding on an inconspicuous button on the wall next to the heavy, soundproof wooden door at the end!
drop.

The electronic screen next to the door lit up, and a cold voice rang out.

"Who is it? Don't you know the rules?"

"Tiger! It's terrible, Tiger! Someone's causing trouble! They injured several of our people over by the restrooms! And...he...he even specifically challenged Boss Wang's 'distinguished guest'!"

The thug guarding the gate had a shrill, distorted voice, filled with extreme fear.

In a spacious and luxurious office in the heavily monitored and extremely secure underground core area.

Wang Defa, with his slicked-back hair and an exaggerated purple-red striped silk shirt, was fawning over five or six men sitting on a leather sofa, offering them drinks and cigars.

These men varied in build; some were as lean and wiry as cheetahs, others as robust as bears, and still others had bronze skin and muscles that exuded explosive power.

They didn't speak, but the aura they naturally exuded, as heavy as a mountain or as sharp as a knife, and the occasional beast-like indifferent glint in their eyes, were far beyond what ordinary thugs and leaders in the area could match!
The table was piled high with chips and cash, clearly indicating that a high-stakes gambling game had just ended.

"Haha, I'm glad you brothers had a good time at my place, Wang Dafa! If you need any beautiful women or fine wine, just ask!"

Wang Fade offered the toast with a beaming smile, adopting a very humble posture.

These people in front of him are top retainers sent down from "above" on a rotating basis! They are Wang Fade's greatest reliance in ruling the underworld of Haicheng!
Just then, the red light on the hidden communicator on the wall flashed, and the gatekeeper's almost distorted scream came through.

The smile on Wang Fade's face suddenly froze, followed by a surge of anger.

"Damn it! Where did this blind bastard come from? Daring to cause trouble here? And even injured my brother?"

He angrily pressed the intercom button.

"Where's Tiger? Take some men and go check this out! Clean up the mess!"

The capable bodyguard, nicknamed Tiger, was about to leave after receiving his orders.

"Wait a minute."

A muscular man with a short haircut and a deep scar on his left cheek, sitting in the main seat, slowly put down his cigar.

He was wearing a black stretchy vest, and several menacing blue veins were coiled around his bulging muscles.

His movements were slow, but the air in the room seemed to freeze slightly with each step he took. His voice was not loud, yet it carried an undeniable echo.

Wang Fade quickly went over and said with a forced smile.

"Scarface, sorry to interrupt your fun! It's no big deal, my guys will handle it..."

The scarred man didn't even glance at Wang Defa; his eyes were indifferent and unwavering, like a high and mighty god looking at an ant.

"What's the background of that troublemaker?"

The henchman outside the door repeated Chen Yang's physical characteristics and his outrageously arrogant words in a trembling voice, emphasizing the terrifying skill with which the other party had casually crippled the triangular-eyed men and the provocative phrase, "Those old guard dogs, come down here together!"

After hearing the description, Wang Fade became even more furious.

"Scarface, look!"
This madman from who-knows-where dares to insult my brothers like this…

Another exceptionally burly man in the corner, who almost filled the entire sofa, chuckled, a low, buzzing sound coming from his throat.

"A few small fry got beaten up and you're scared out of your wits? Fatty Wang, have you given up your guts?"

His voice had a thick accent, and his eyes were contemptuous.

Another tall, thin man with dark skin and unusually long fingers also spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone like the spitting of a venomous snake.

"A mere kid with a bit of brute strength or a few moves of martial arts skills dares to make Scarface take action? What a joke."

The scarred man didn't speak, his gaze sweeping over the other two people on the sofa next to him.

One of them stood up. He wasn't very tall, but his muscles were sculpted like steel wire, his temples bulged, and his eyes were sharp as lightning.

He patted off imaginary dust from his clothes and said calmly.

"Since we've come all the way up here, I'll go twist his head off and give us guys a good workout. We just won some money, our bones aren't even warm yet."

He completely disregarded the tragedy outside the door and the provocateur.

"Alright."

The scarred man nodded slightly and picked up his cigar again.

"Make it cleaner."

"rest assured."

The burly man grinned cruelly, then, following his barely standing henchman, pushed open the door and walked out. The heavy wooden door closed silently behind him, shutting out the noise and pressure from inside and outside.

The underground parking garage's basement level is spacious and empty, bathed in the stark white light of giant fluorescent tubes.

The air was thick with the mixed smells of engine oil, dust, and some unidentified chemical cleaning agents. The cold concrete pillars stood like tombstones.

Chen Yang leaned against a thick, load-bearing pillar, idly playing with a few coins in his hand. The coins tumbled, spun, and jumped rapidly between his fingers, leaving a blurry trail of silver light.

The messenger who had brought the message finally led a man with a blank expression and a steady gait like a measured ruler through rows of vehicles to Chen Yang.

The messenger pointed at Chen Yang as if he were pointing at something about to die, his voice sharp and distorted with fear and a sense of reliance.

"Scarface! It's him! He's the one who crippled Brother Liang and the others! This kid is courting death!"

The muscular man known as Scarface stopped and stood three meters away from Chen Yang.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, his gaze sweeping over Chen Yang like a cold searchlight. There were no idle words, no typical thug talk. His words were direct and brooked no refusal. (End of Chapter)