Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai were both stunned, staring blankly at Qin Heng.

It was utterly inconceivable.

They had never expected that Qin Heng would act so simply and directly, and actually knock the two He Family guards to the ground.

The He Family was a Martial Dao clan; even an ordinary guard, not privy to the true teachings, was stronger than a common fighting expert, yet Qin Heng had felled them with just two punches!

"What are you standing around for? Get in here," Qin Heng said impassively, his brow not even creased. "Don't you want to help the person who saved your life?"

"Yes, yes," Qian Zhenghai nodded repeatedly and followed Qin Heng into the hospital.

…

In the Fang family's private hospital's top-tier ward.

The specifications and decorations here far exceeded those of ordinary wards. The area spanned three hundred square meters and featured various suites, a refrigerator, a kitchen, a bathroom, and all other basic facilities. It even had a designated activity area and an entertainment hall.

The old Patriarch of the Fangs, eighty-three-year-old Mr. Fang Pingyan, had been living here and receiving special care after his old injuries recurred, confining him to bed.

This Mr. Fang, in his early years, had participated in the great war that engulfed the world, slaughtering countless Japanese. He had outstanding military achievements and an extraordinary status. His Martial Dao prowess was also profound, surpassing the peak of Hidden Force and reaching the level of a Half-step Grandmaster!

He was the pillar of the Fang family. Now that he had fallen, outsiders had started to harbor ulterior motives.

The He Family was one of their biggest enemies!

"What do you want? This is my grandfather's ward, and we're not receiving guests!" Fang Yiwen stood before the sickbed, her slender, white hands formed into Palm Knives, on guard against the several people in front of her.

By her side stood three young Martial Artists of the Fangs, all at the Open Force level.

Next to the sickbed, a few middle-aged men accompanied Mr. Fang—presumably the current Family Head and senior managers of the Fangs.

The Fang family, like the He family, was a Martial Dao clan.

However, they usually kept a low profile, not famed for their martial prowess but focused on developing their business interests, making them slightly inferior to the He Family in martial capabilities.

There were five people from the He Family in the hospital ward.

There were no elder authority figures, only young and vigorous Martial Artists.

The two leading individuals were at the Hidden Force level, and the remaining three were at the Open Force level.

Of course, outside the ward, more than twenty stalwart men stood ready to rush in if there was any disturbance.

"Yiwen, I don't want to hurt you." The leading young man looked at Fang Yiwen, his gaze lingering on her delicate beauty and exquisite figure, and he smiled. "We actually mean no harm. As long as your Fang family gives up its business in Qingdao, we'll turn around and leave right away."

"Please address me by my full name, He Wuchong. We aren't that close!" Fang Yiwen frowned slightly and said sternly, "If you mean no harm, why didn't your Family Head come to negotiate properly? Instead, you brought so many people to blockade the hospital and made it look like you're ready to fight at any moment!"

"Ah, Yiwen, you still fail to see the reality. Why so many questions!" He Wuchong shook his head and barked, "It's because your old man is dying; he can't live much longer! Without a Half-step Grandmaster, you are like lambs to the slaughter. We can kill you whenever we want! We're only asking for Qingdao now, already considering past relations. Yiwen, you are too naive! Wu Feng, attack!"

SWISH! SWISH!

The sound of tearing air rose as Wu Feng, the young man beside He Wuchong, blurred into motion. He transformed into a tempest, instantly charging towards the three Martial Artists of the Fang family.

BOOM!

His fists thundered, seeming to detonate the air. Within moments, he threw three precise punches that struck the three Fang family Martial Artists in their chests, sending them flying four or five meters before they fell to the ground unconscious.

"He Wufeng, what are you doing!" Fang Yiwen cried out sharply and made her move, her fingers forming a Palm Knife as she aimed for He Wufeng's wrist.

This was the Fang family's secret martial art, "White Jade Knife," which involved striking the opponent's wrist with a Palm Knife from a unique angle, instantly severing their qi and blood meridians and depriving them of any ability to resist.

"Too weak!" He Wufeng said, shaking his head as he raised his hand and slapped out towards the air.

BOOM!

The air seemed to shatter as surging qi exploded from He Wufeng's palm!

Fang Yiwen wasn't even close to him when she was blown away by the terrifying blast of air, falling by the bed, feeling as if all the bones in her body were about to shatter.

"Yiwen, are you okay!"

A middle-aged woman by the sickbed hurried over to support Fang Yiwen, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

She was Fang Yiwen's mother, the wife of Fang Liyang, the Family Head of the Fangs.

Standing at the bedside, Fang Liyang watched his daughter get knocked to the ground. He shook with fury, his fists clenched tight as he glared at the He Family members and said, "Beasts! You pack of beasts, taking advantage of a crisis! Have you forgotten how my father fought to his death against the Japanese devils to rescue your grandfather?"

"Angry, are you? Outraged?" He Wuchong sneered. "Family Head Fang, I really don't know why the Fangs would let a good-for-nothing like you, who doesn't know martial arts, be the head. At a time like this, needing your daughter to protect you—you're a complete embarrassment!"

"Right, about the Japanese, there was something my brother didn't mention earlier," He Wufeng said, looking at Fang Liyang and speaking indifferently. "After the Fangs hand over the Qingdao properties to us, the Japanese will take over. We are collaborating with the Japanese."

"Among the Japanese we're collaborating with, there's one named Miyamoto Shinichi," He Wuchong added, also smiling. "Decades ago, his father was killed by your family's old man, and now he's come for revenge."

"You—the He Family—have actually become the lapdogs of the Japanese!" Fang Liyang ground his teeth in fury; his greatest hatred was for the Japanese. Pointing accusingly at the He family members, he roared, "Beasts! Beasts! Your father nearly died at the hands of the Japanese, and yet you're willing to serve as their lackeys!"

"Lackeys?" He Wuchong scoffed. "What era are we in that you're still so stubbornly ignorant? This is called cooperation! Besides, it was our family's old patriarch who proposed this plan!"

"He Wuchong!" Fang Yiwen, unsteady on her feet, stood up and said sternly, "Decades ago, the Japanese almost caused our Divine Province to collapse, their sins as high as the sky! And you, the He Family, have actually become their lapdogs, helping them against us!"

"In this world, there's no such thing as eternal hatred. As long as there's profit, even the vengeance for a slain father can lead to cooperation!" He Wuchong said, looking up slightly, completely unconcerned.

Then, looking at Fang Yiwen with undisguised desire in his eyes, he smiled and said, "Yiwen, you know I like you; I've liked you for a long time. Now that your Fang family is about to be destroyed, come with me. I will surely treasure you."

"Brother, I like her too," He Wufeng suddenly said. "She's very pretty, a beautiful face."

"You! Shameless!" Fang Yiwen could barely contain her anger, her cheeks flushed crimson. How could she, a pure young maiden, tolerate such mockery? She immediately pushed off with her feet and charged forward!

Her palm clenched into a fist, striking at He Wuchong and He Wufeng!

"Too weak. A woman should just lie in bed!" He Wufeng shook his head, swung his fist in mid-air again, and released several layers of air waves, sending Fang Yiwen flying back.

THUMP!

Fang Yiwen hit the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her face turned deathly pale as she looked at He Wufeng in shock and dismay, exclaiming, "Attacking through the air... a Half-step Grandmaster! You're actually a Half-step Grandmaster!!"

She was consumed by despair, tears welling up in her eyes.

As a Martial Artist, Fang Yiwen was well aware of the formidable presence of a Half-step Grandmaster!

Grandmasters are extremely rare, even across the entire country, with Innate Grandmasters being almost mythical. Typically, the strongest fighters in the world are Half-step Grandmasters!

The He Family possessing a Half-step Grandmaster was enough to dominate Qi Lu!!

The Fangs... were finished!

Fang Liyang and the others by the bedside also looked ashen, their faces etched with despair.

Half-step Grandmaster! This was a Half-step Grandmaster! The Fangs were truly finished; they had no chance of resistance! Their properties wouldn't just fall into the hands of the He Family; they would also become tools for the Japanese to make money!

BANG!

Just then, the door to the sickroom was suddenly kicked open.

Qin Heng, accompanied by Qian Zhenghai and Zhao Weicai, walked in. He glanced around, and upon noticing Fang Yiwen, exclaimed in surprise, "Fang Yiwen, so you're from the Fangs?"

"It's you!?" Fang Yiwen also recognized Qin Heng. He was the same young Hidden Force expert she had met that day after teaching a lesson to a few arrogant Caucasians.

"More help? An unknown Martial Artist? Then just die!" He Wufeng noticed Qin Heng. His eyes bulged as he raised his fist and struck out at Qin Heng!

"Run! He's a Half-step Grandmaster!!" Fang Yiwen cried out.

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