Blood dripped from the corner of Tan Sitian's mouth, her face as pale as a sheet.

"Mr. Guo… Mr. Guo, you promised you'd help me kill them!" Tan Sitian cried, unable to accept the outcome. She never expected that bringing Guo Zifan here would end like this.

Li Si and Qin Mo are indeed more beautiful than me, but how can he go back on his word? He even struck me! The stark reversal made Tan Sitian feel utterly deceived. He said he'd help me kill them, but then he got carried away by lust. Does that mean his promise to help me get into show business was also a lie?

"ARGH!" Disheveled and distraught, Tan Sitian let out a desperate shriek, looking like a feral dog.

Guo Zifan paid her no mind. Holding a cigarette in one hand, he stared coolly at Qin Mo and Li Si. The two women, he thought, became more captivating the longer he looked.

"Who… who are you?" Li Si pulled Qin Mo behind her, her voice low and wary as she eyed Guo Zifan.

Guo Zifan smiled. "My name is Guo Zifan, Helmsman of the Martial Association's Lingjin City branch! Surprised by how young I am?" he said. "A lot of people think I rode my uncle's coattails to get here. After all, he's the Association President, a man they call the Prince! But in reality, I've never relied on him. I got to where I am today all on my own."

"You two can rest assured," he continued. "Stick with me, and you won't want for wealth and glory."

The nephew of the Martial Association President?

Li Si's heart sank. A man of such status was like a towering mountain, utterly beyond her power to challenge. In a panic, she snatched a fruit knife from a nearby table and whispered to the trembling Qin Mo, "Quick, call for help!"

"Okay, okay!" Qin Mo's face was white with terror. The first person she thought of was Chen Yang.

"You… don't come any closer!" Li Si warned, brandishing the fruit knife at Guo Zifan.

Guo Zifan just laughed and shook his head. "I don't usually like to force women, but I could be tempted to try it once in a while. Wouldn't you agree?"

The rhetorical question sent a chill through Li Si's soul. He's a Martial Association Helmsman. How could his skills be anything but exceptional?

Before she could react, Guo Zifan waved his arm lightly. A fierce gust of wind slammed into them. As if struck by a powerful force, Li Si and Qin Mo were flung into the air, tumbling onto the large bed nearby.

"Stay back! My brother-in-law is very powerful!" Qin Mo had managed to get her phone out, but it had already clattered to the floor. She scrambled backward as Guo Zifan approached, her voice trembling with terror.

Tears streamed down her face as she wailed, "Brother-in-law, come save me!"

Never before had she so desperately wished to see Chen Yang. She even hoped he would descend from the heavens, vanquish the villain, and rescue her.

"Your brother-in-law? Heh…" Guo Zifan scoffed. "Forget your brother-in-law. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save you!"

"Sisi?"

Suddenly, a somewhat excited voice called from outside, but the tone quickly turned ice-cold. The newcomer was, of course, Yang Hu, who had come personally on Chen Yang's orders. The moment he saw the shattered door, he knew something was wrong.

WHOOSH! He dashed into the room.

"Yang Hu, save me!" Li Si, who had given up all hope, shouted, her eyes suddenly shining with life.

Guo Zifan slowly turned, casting a cursory glance at Yang Hu. "Kid, if you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened," he said indifferently.

"Heh heh…" Yang Hu chuckled, then drew a pistol and pointed it at Guo Zifan. "You're a tough one, aren't you!" he sneered.

The room fell silent. Guo Zifan was stunned. He'd never imagined that this burly-looking oaf would actually be carrying a gun.

"Show me how tough you are now," Yang Hu said with a cold laugh, cocking the hammer as he advanced on Guo Zifan.

Guo Zifan released Li Si, showing no sign of panic. Instead, he grinned. "Kid, would you believe me if I told you that in my eyes, that gun of yours is less useful than a fire poker?"

"Come on, then! Give it your best shot!" Yang Hu laughed, beckoning with his hand.

High-level Fist Masters weren't typically afraid of pistols, but it all depended on who was holding the gun.

"You won't shed a tear until you see your own coffin!"

WHOOSH!

Guo Zifan shot forward, his speed so great that he left a trail of afterimages. His trajectory shifted constantly, and he moved with the force of a tiger descending a mountain—unstoppable and overwhelming. An Eighth-Rank Fist Master in his thirties. He was, without a doubt, a remarkable talent. Even many of the Martial Association's Elders in their forties and fifties couldn't compare to him. This was the source of his arrogance, the reason he looked down on everyone. Give him another five years, and he was certain he could break through to the tenth rank. Given more time, it wasn't impossible for him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the current Association President.

Unfortunately for him, today he ran into Yang Hu.

BANG.

With the crack of a gunshot, the rushing figure of Guo Zifan stumbled into view.

"This…"

Guo Zifan stood dumbstruck, staring at the wound on his left arm, from which blood was flowing freely. He snapped his head up, his eyes locking onto Yang Hu.

He… he actually hit me? My full Eighth-Rank power was unleashed, and with my unique movement technique, even another Eighth-Rank master would have trouble tracking me. But this guy…

Was it a coincidence? It had to be. Just a damn lucky shot!

His talent far surpassed that of ordinary people, making Guo Zifan exceptionally proud. He refused to believe that some young man from this backwater Lingjin City could possess more talent than him!

"DIE!"

His single word boomed like rolling thunder. At the same time, he charged forward again, raising his right fist to smash it directly into Yang Hu.

Yang Hu, however, simply put away his gun and took a step forward to meet the attack.

In the blink of an eye.

BANG!

A muffled thud echoed through the room.

Like a kite with a broken string, Guo Zifan was sent flying, crashing heavily several meters away.

Yang Hu stood firm, slowly retracting his fist. "With trash skills like that," he scoffed, "what gives you the right to act so high and mighty in front of me?"

Guo Zifan could only stare in disbelief, his arrogance shattered.

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