The furnace in Li Chonglou's chest exploded with this stomp!
The one lying on the ground was his senior sister.
One of the people he cared about most, both in his past and present life.
Although she loved to tease him, she had a life-saving grace towards him.
Yet now, because of him, she was being trampled underfoot by this beast named Chen Rong, about to perish.
No, never!
No one had the right to take his senior sister's life.
If heaven stood in his way, he would slay heaven; if the earth opposed him, he would destroy the earth!
If anyone was to watch his senior sister die before his eyes, they would first have to step over his corpse.
"Chen Rong, you're seeking death!" Li Chonglou's eyes blazed with killing intent, his blood boiling and rushing to his head.
The energy within his body, driven by this unprecedented rage, surged into his limbs like a breaching great river.
At this moment, the pain seemed to have completely vanished.
His body was filled with an endless supply of power, on the verge of exploding.
The instant the sound escaped, Li Chonglou used his waist strength to forcefully push up the front half of his body.
The two thugs pressing down on his arms, seeing something was wrong, widened their eyes in utter shock.
Before they could react, they felt the world spin. One of them was flung away by Li Chonglou, crashing heavily against the wall, countless bones surely broken.
The other landed on a large table, smashing through the twelve-centimeter-thick rosewood, and coincidentally sending the bodyguard, Fan Liang, who was pinning Qi Yu, flying.
The most pathetic was Fan Liang, who was squatting in front of Li Chonglou.
With Li Chonglou headbutting his chin, the enraged Li Chonglou, whose body was now as hard as diamond and indestructible, drove his head upward.
This impact shattered Fan Liang's jaw.
He was sent flying more than two meters into the air, crashing heavily onto the ground. His face contorted in pain, and his whole body spasmed.
A wail of agony.
This tremendous commotion also alerted all the thugs and Chen Rong himself.
The foot that was about to stomp on Lin Ying's neck ultimately did not fall.
He retracted his foot, turned, and stared at Li Chonglou with narrowed eyes.
"Junior brother..." Lin Ying looked up at Li Chonglou, his eyes spewing fire, a mix of joy and alarm in hers.
The joy was that Li Chonglou, under these circumstances, had forcefully broken through the third level of the family's sheepskin scroll cultivation technique, "Qi Dong" (Qi Movement).
The surging vital energy coursed through his entire body, multiplying his strength countless times.
With one arm, he could fling away thugs who were previously equal to him in strength; the terror of this was imaginable.
The alarm was that his junior brother's current state was clearly not the result of step-by-step cultivation, but rather rage-driven vital energy, making it incredibly wild.
Although his strength might be even greater than a normal breakthrough, this berserk vital energy possessed a potent duality and side effects.
A single misstep could result in self-harm.
This was the legendary "qi deviation."
However, at this moment, having narrowly escaped death, she couldn't afford to worry too much.
"Hmph, what you're practicing seems unusual, kid," Chen Rong's attention was entirely on Li Chonglou, and he sneered, "Your sudden surge in strength is quite interesting."
"Unfortunately, even now, you're still no match for me."
His tone was extremely contemptuous, filled with confidence.
Chen Rong clearly saw Li Chonglou's power surge, but even Lin Ying couldn't defeat him, so why would Li Chonglou be his opponent?
Even a few more like him wouldn't be enough.
This was no exaggeration. After years of fighting on the streets, if he lacked this discernment, he wouldn't have survived.
What kind of place was Zhonghai? A melting pot of all sorts of people.
Many died on the streets daily, yet he alone stood firm.
He had seen individuals like Li Chonglou before.
"Let's try!"
Thick breaths escaped Li Chonglou's nostrils. His consciousness was still clear, but his body felt like a boiling kettle, constantly on the verge of exploding.
If he didn't vent it, something serious would happen.
As he spoke, his entire body shot towards Chen Rong like a cannonball.
Two thugs, caught off guard, were sent flying sideways the moment they came into contact with Li Chonglou's fist.
His strength at this moment even surpassed Lin Ying's.
While his speed was still far inferior, sheer force could overcome any technique. In the face of such terrifying power, speed became insignificant.
He charged forward relentlessly, unstoppable.
Chen Rong narrowed his eyes, watching his subordinates being knocked back or injured by Li Chonglou, yet he remained unmoved.
*Bang!*
The next second, he extended his hand and blocked Li Chonglou's shoulder.
A muffled explosion erupted where his palm met Li Chonglou's shoulder.
There was even a faint ripple of explosive force.
A trace of shock finally appeared on Chen Rong's face. Just moments ago, Li Chonglou had been like an ant to him, not even requiring his personal intervention.
But suddenly, in his rage, how had he become so much stronger?
What kind of martial art was this, to have such miraculous effects?
Amidst his shock, he brought down a chop towards Li Chonglou's neck.
*Bang, bang, bang...*
Li Chonglou did not dodge, instead smashing a fist into the chop, and then another fist, both of which were blocked by Chen Rong.
They exchanged punches and palm strikes, their speed a blur.
Explosive sounds echoed continuously.
Lin Ying had already gotten up from the ground, her beautiful eyes unable to hide her worry as she watched the scene.
Li Chonglou exuded immense power, but she could tell at a glance that with each punch he threw, his aura and strength diminished slightly.
Although not much, after dozens or hundreds of punches, he was far from his initial fierce power.
The berserk vital energy within him was being vented, and his strength was slowly returning to calm.
Before long, he would be defeated by Chen Rong's palm.
She could see it, and as the person involved, Chen Rong surely could too.
A subtle smile curved his lips, a playful smirk like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Boss Chen, kill him... kill that bastard..." Fan Liang, clutching his chin, wailed tearfully and shouted.
*Clang!*
Before he finished speaking, Qi Yu smashed him on the head with an inkstone, causing his eyes to roll back and him to collapse on the spot.
A flicker of admiration crossed Lin Ying's beautiful eyes as she gave Qi Yu a thumbs-up.
Hiding her injured hand, she joined the fray with her other.
Her involvement immediately alleviated a considerable amount of pressure on Li Chonglou, causing Chen Rong's expression to turn serious.
"You two, still want to turn the tables?"
Chen Rong's gaze was fierce, and he spoke as he fought, "Don't harbor any illusions here."
"One is already injured, and the other is half-baked. I've had enough fun."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you for now. Transporting you abroad alive is the only way to get fresh organs."
"That's your final way out!"
With that, his offensive became sharp and swift. Li Chonglou could no longer parry and was struck in the chest by a palm chop.
He retreated five or six steps before stabilizing himself, coughing violently.
This palm chop almost choked him, but it also completely dispersed the rage within his chest.
Feeling the emptiness within him, he trembled with pain.
His ribs were likely injured, but thankfully he had entered the third level, Qi Movement, otherwise, they would have broken.
After repelling him, Chen Rong flicked his hand, a move as skillful as divine calligraphy, and directly aimed for Lin Ying's delicate neck.
His other hand formed a net, blocking all her defensive possibilities.
His face bore an expression of extreme arrogance.
*Clang!*
Just then, the glass door of the restaurant was suddenly kicked open.
A fully armed SWAT officer rushed into the room, followed by another, then two, then three...
A total of more than a dozen riot police, armed with semi-automatic rifles, instantly aimed seven or eight gun barrels at Chen Rong.
The others began handcuffing the thugs who were still groaning on the ground.
"Chen Rong, resist further and you will be shot immediately!" the leader, a man with a stern face, announced in a booming voice.
Chen Rong's movements froze completely.
He turned his head to look at the dark gun barrels, his pupils contracting sharply, unable to hide his shock.
Where did these SWAT officers come from?
Why were they suddenly here, and why did they know his name? They were clearly here for him.
He had already transitioned from being a criminal to a legitimate businessman, living in obscurity for nearly ten years, with a complex network of connections and friendships with many important figures. How could they mobilize riot police to arrest him?
At this moment, Chen Rong's mind was filled with questions.
He glared hatefully at Li Chonglou.
He had been close to dealing with these two and completing Fan Keli's assignment, but now the SWAT had ruined it.
To resist further would be certain death.
No matter how skilled his martial arts were, he wouldn't dare oppose so many guns, to oppose the country; that would be suicide.
"Senior sister, are you alright?" Li Chonglou immediately flashed to Lin Ying's side, shielding her behind him, worried that Chen Rong might make a desperate move.
He was also puzzled as to why so many SWAT officers had suddenly arrived at the moment of crisis.
Had heaven heard the hatred in his heart?
Regardless, the immediate crisis had been resolved. These heavenly soldiers had truly come to rescue him in his time of need.
He immediately said, "Comrades, he is Chen Rong. You can arrest him."
"Don't worry, there will be no accidental injuries," the leading SWAT officer said with a slight smile, signaling his subordinates to handcuff Chen Rong and take him away.
Then, he walked up to Li Chonglou and said in a low voice, "Fan Da and Old Zhou asked me to send their regards."
"Fan Keli asked Chen Rong to deal with you. We were informed and started monitoring Chen Rong."
"You were lucky this time, but perhaps next time it won't be so timely."
Upon hearing this, Li Chonglou immediately understood.
This guy was from Xiong Ying, no wonder.
Fan Da truly had immense influence, managing to control such a underground titan in Zhonghai with such ease.
This... was the power of Xiong Ying, the power of the country.
At this moment, boundless pride welled up in Li Chonglou's heart.
Truly, how fortunate to be born into the embrace of the motherland, this sense of security was unparalleled.
"Please thank Fan Da and the brothers for their hard work!" Li Chonglou expressed his sincere gratitude.
The man lightly patted his shoulder and said, "Let's move out!"
Watching them retreat like a tide, with all the thugs and Fan Liang being handcuffed and taken away.
The waitstaff outside the door watched in stunned silence.
This battle was more exciting and dramatic than any movie, with twists and turns, and an outcome that ended in such a fashion, it was truly eye-opening.
Li Chonglou, Lin Ying, and Qi Yu were not even required to give statements.
Immediately, many began to speculate about their identities.
"Brother Li, I'm so sorry this happened and almost put you in danger..." Qi Yu's hands and delicate face were stained with ink, yet she still appeared fresh and refined.
Like a lotus emerging unstained from the mud.
"You were very brave, little sister," Lin Ying praised, then glanced around before looking back at Li Chonglou.
Her gaze was self-explanatory.
Fan Meng, who had invited them for dinner, had long since disappeared, which was truly disappointing.