Qin Heng slowly approached the grand entrance of the Purple Imperial Court.

Following behind him, Chen Qingzhu whispered, "Mr. Qin, this security door was made by America's top anti-theft company for the Chens and costs tens of millions of US dollars. Not even a standard rocket can penetrate it. Should we first think of a way..."

BOOM!

Suddenly, Qin Heng threw a punch. The air exploded on impact as if a thermobaric bomb had detonated right there, concentrating an incomparable and fearsome surge of force that slammed forward!

CLANG!

The sound of metal colliding rang out. Under Qin Heng's punch, this so-called strongest security door was like a mere sheet of paper, effortlessly punched through and torn apart!

"What strongest security door? It's like papier-mâché, rubbish." Qin Heng shook his head and said indifferently, "Qingzhu, when you follow me in the future, you must elevate your vision and not be shocked by every piece of trash you see."

"..." Chen Qingzhu looked at the security door, now twisted into scrap metal, with a stunned expression. She nodded and said, "Yes... Mr. Qin, I understand."

A security door that even a standard rocket couldn't penetrate was blasted open by his punch, and he didn't even seem to exert much effort! My God! Is this even human!?

"Let's go." Qin Heng stepped over the scrap metal and entered the Purple Imperial Court. Glancing at the stunned Chen Qingzhu, he said indifferently, "Soon, you will be the Family Head of the Chens."

The two entered the villa area, only to find it deadly silent with not a soul in sight; the lights in the surrounding villas were all off.

However, Qin Heng and Chen Qingzhu had not walked far when they saw dozens of figures rushing out from all around them. Each one was dressed in black security guard uniforms and holding electric batons. There were no less than seventy or eighty of them!

They surrounded them!

What was it like for two people to face seventy or eighty?

One would feel completely hemmed in, with people everywhere and no way out in any direction!

And for these seventy or eighty people, two measly individuals clearly seemed like lambs to the slaughter, with no chance of resisting.

To ordinary people, this disparity in numbers was too great; a comeback seemed impossible.

「Meanwhile, inside the central villa.」

Chen Xigui, Chen Ximing, Chen Youfang, and Monk Tianfang, along with other high-ranking members of the Chens, were all monitoring the situation on the surveillance screens.

"Uncle, Father, many of our bodyguards are trained martial artists. Though they haven't cultivated Open Force, their strength is considerable," said Chen Youfang as he watched the screens. "The leader is a retired special forces soldier, almost on par with Open Force. With so many men, even if they can't defeat that brat Qin Heng, they should at least be able to injure him!"

"They had better beat this little bastard to death!" Chen Ximing said with a vicious expression. "This brat actually dared to barge into our Chens' residence! He's gone too far! Monk Tianfang, you must take action later!"

"Amitabha. Your security guards are imposing and full of vitality; even those trained in Hidden Force would be at a disadvantage against them," Monk Tianfang nodded slightly, his gaze profound as he watched the figures on the monitor.

"Two fists are no match for four hands. This Qin Heng is too young; his martial arts probably aren't fully honed yet. Even if his Hidden Force is well-developed, he's bound to get hurt. This old monk may not even need to intervene."

"Beat him brutally! You have to beat him brutally!" Chen Xigui said, his face contorted with hatred as he stared at Qin Heng's figure on the screen and ground his teeth. "Let's see how arrogant this little bastard can be when we beat him until he's crippled, capture him, and deliver him to Hong Tianshu! He's as good as dead!"

On the screen, the seventy or eighty bodyguards had already surrounded Qin Heng and Chen Qingzhu.

Chen Qingzhu's face paled with fright. Subconsciously grabbing the corner of Qin Heng's clothes, she stammered, "Mr. Qin, what should we do? The Chens' bodyguards are not ordinary people!"

"Are you Qin Heng?" The leading bodyguard was a towering figure, over 1.8 meters tall, with a scar across his face like a centipede that made him look fierce and menacing. He looked at Qin Heng disparagingly and said, "You little brat really dare to intrude on the Chens' turf? Truly ignorant of life and death!"

In this bodyguard leader's eyes, Qin Heng, with his handsome and youthful appearance—fair, delicate, with hardly any muscles, and not very tall—probably couldn't even defeat any of his men. Coming here alone to challenge the Chens was simply a death wish!

The surrounding bodyguards also burst into laughter, pointing at Qin Heng with jeering faces.

"HA HA HA! This kid's barely got hair on his chin, and he's got this much guts? He must have a screw loose, completely overestimating himself! HA HA!!"

"I'm dying of laughter! A little brat like this? I could take him down with one hand. Now that dozens of us brothers are here, we're going to beat him to a pulp!"

Chen Qingzhu was already quite nervous. Now, seeing so many people gathering around and mocking them, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble. However, she still tried to appear calm and held back from questioning Qin Heng again.

Suddenly, she felt a warm hand gently pat her smooth, round shoulder. A mild voice reached her, saying indifferently, "No need to worry. They're just a bunch of ants. I can annihilate them with a flip of my hand."

Turning her head, she saw it was Qin Heng beside her.

At this moment, Qin Heng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression tranquil. His eyes seemed to shimmer with a golden light, and he possessed an incomparably lofty aura, as if he were an Immortal who had descended from the Immortal realm to the Mortal World, viewing all living beings as mere ants.

"HA HA HA! You little brat! Go on, take your shot! Let me see how you plan to wipe me out with a flip of your hand!" The head bodyguard laughed loudly, raising the electric baton in his hand and flipping the switch.

A series of CRACKLES and POPS ensued as he lunged forward, flinging his arm and striking toward Qin Heng's head with the electric baton!

"Get down!" the head bodyguard, his momentum imposing, roared fiercely.

"Noisy!"

Qin Heng snorted coldly. He raised his hand to grasp, like a dragon probing with its claw, instantly and precisely seizing the electric baton. Then, with a slight squeeze, BOOM! The electric baton was crushed to smithereens.

The head bodyguard was stunned, his face draining of color as he tried to retreat, but it was too late. After crushing the baton, Qin Heng stepped forward, flipped his hands, and immediately grabbed the head bodyguard by the neck.

"AH!"

Amidst a scream, the head bodyguard—a burly man over 1.8 meters tall, a retired special forces soldier with blood on his hands, a master of Open Force—was hoisted up by the neck with just one of Qin Heng's hands!

The surrounding bodyguards were shocked and disbelieving as they stared at Qin Heng. Their leader, the strongest among them, had been defeated so easily!

How could this seemingly delicate and tender young man possess such immense strength? How could it even be possible!? Incredible!!

"Brothers! Attack together! Take down this kid! Rescue Brother Zhao!"

"Go! Get this little brat! He's only one person!"

The bodyguards started shouting. Seventy or eighty of them pulled out electric batons, filling the air with the crackling sound of electrical arcs and the smell of burning.

"You ants, daring to be presumptuous in my presence!" Qin Heng narrowed his eyes and casually flung the head bodyguard over two hundred meters away, sending him into a man-made lake in the distance. He then bellowed loudly, "Chen Xigui! You have quite the nerve! It seems you really don't want to live anymore!"

BOOM! BOOM!

His voice was like thunder. With Qin Heng at the center, sky-high waves of air whipped up, as if a bomb had exploded, causing the nearby villas to shake and the ground to tremble!

On the electronic surveillance screens, it appeared as though Qin Heng's entire being had suddenly burst forth with unparalleled, terrifying power, stirring the air around him and creating a massive shockwave that made the image on the screens waver.

It was as if mountains were shaking and the earth was moving!

Not a single one of the seventy or eighty bodyguards was unscathed; all were thrown to the ground, their faces pale with fright and terror.

A thunderous roar!

Such horror!

What in the world, is this even human!?

"A bunch of ants!" Qin Heng snorted coldly. In an instant, his figure blurred, becoming a trail of afterimages as he moved in a circle among the seventy or eighty bodyguards.

CRACK! KRAK!!

The sound of bones breaking echoed continuously, one after another!

"AHHH!"

"AHH! It hurts so much!"

Screams filled the scene of carnage. The Chens' bodyguards had their arms unnaturally twisted, bones fractured, their arms completely ruined. All of them were writhing on the ground, curled up and shivering, utterly miserable.

Qin Heng, unfazed, didn't even spare them a glance. He continued strolling casually with Qingzhu toward the Chens' central villa, as if taking a leisurely walk in a courtyard.

It was as if the events that had just transpired had never happened.

Qingzhu followed behind Qin Heng, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief. She marveled inwardly, So strong! Truly too strong! These were seventy or eighty trained martial artists! And Mr. Qin incapacitated them all so effortlessly!

「Inside the central villa.」

Chen Xigui looked at the electronic screen, his entire body trembling with rage as he bellowed, "Trash! All of them are trash! A bunch of good-for-nothings! To think they can't even handle such a little brat!"

"Father! Should we use guns?" Chen Youfang said, a venomous glint in his eyes. "We have ten guns here; we can surely kill this little beast!"

"Don't use the guns just yet!" Chen Ximing suddenly spoke, looking at Monk Tianfang. "Monk Tianfang, I'll have to trouble you. Please take action."

"Amitabha." Monk Tianfang chanted the Buddhist invocation, bringing his palms together and nodding. "This humble monk understands. I shall go forth now and subdue this young demon, to await the judgment of the Divine Dragon of Nanyang."

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