"Ah..."
With a scream and a bang, Chen Guangyang was sent flying, landing on the coffee table in front of Gao Zhe. The glass table shattered instantly, shards scattering everywhere…
Gao Zhe, sitting on the sofa, finally reacted. He looked at Chen Guangyang, who was groaning and clutching his lower back amidst the broken glass, then turned his head towards the bed. Wan Yunting stood there, his expression cold, his large hand gripping Fang Tai’s neck, lifting him entirely off the ground. Fang Tai’s eyes bulged, his hands struggling to pry at the iron-like grip around his throat…
Wan Yunting’s gaze, chilling to the extreme, fixed on Fang Tai. The killing intent emanating from him caused Fang Tai’s flushed face to show terror, his throat emitting "Hoo… hoo…" sounds…
Then, Wan Yunting powerfully flung his left hand, tossing Fang Tai towards Gao Zhe. With a thud, he landed on the floor, sliding directly in front of Gao Zhe, his stunned expression changing.
Wan Yunting cast a cold glance at him, then looked at the trembling, sobbing Su Ke’er on the bed, and at the man she had longed for.
At this moment, Su Ke’er could no longer suppress the accumulated grievances in her heart. She got up and lunged towards Wan Yunting, clutching his waist tightly, burying her small head in his chest, and crying uncontrollably, "Yun Ting Ge, wuwu, it really is you…"
"Ke'er…"
Feeling the woman’s violently shaking body and her heart-wrenching sobs, Wan Yunting held her head tenderly, comforting her, "I’m sorry, Ke'er, I came too late…"
"Wuwu…"
Su Ke’er cried even louder. In her despair, she never expected the man to appear…
"Damn it, who is it."
Everyone present snapped back to reality, pointing at Wan Yunting, who was holding Su Ke’er, and shouting. At the same time, Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang were helped up by Gao Zhe, and Ah Long had already arrived beside him, staring coldly at Wan Yunting…
Gao Zhe’s face was grim, his heart burning with rage. He coldly snorted at Wan Yunting, "Wan Yunting, you’re asking for death!"
Wan Yunting, holding Su Ke’er, turned his head and looked coldly at Gao Zhe, saying, "Young Master Leng, you won't be jumping around for long!"
Upon hearing Wan Yunting directly address Gao Zhe as Young Master Leng, Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang’s expressions changed. They turned to look at Gao Zhe. They naturally didn’t recognize Wan Yunting, nor did they understand the situation.
Gao Zhe took two steps forward, his cold eyes fixed on Wan Yunting, and snorted, "Wan Yunting, you have quite the guts. I thought you wouldn't dare to come, but I didn't expect you to actually show up! But do you really think I'll let you leave alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Long stepped forward. His icy gaze had already locked onto Wan Yunting, like a wolf staring at prey, radiating killing intent.
"Yun Ting Ge…"
Su Ke’er, in his arms, was filled with fear, her small hands tightly gripping Wan Yunting’s clothes. He turned and patted Ke’er’s head, his voice gentle as he reassured her, "Don't be afraid, Ke'er. I won't let you marry him today."
"Ah Long."
Unable to stand it any longer, Gao Zhe turned to Ah Long and said coldly, "Kill him!"
"Yes."
Ah Long nodded, and as he looked up, his eyes shot out two beams of killing intent.
"Ke'er, get behind me…"
Wan Yunting felt the powerful aura emanating from Ah Long and knew he was a master of internal martial arts. He pulled Su Ke’er behind him…
Ah Long’s eyes widened, and he thrust his right foot forward, charging at Wan Yunting. His punch was incredibly fast, so fast that Wan Yunting was startled and quickly raised his hand to block…
Instantly, he was sent flying backward by Ah Long’s punch. After landing, he took two steps back before managing to stabilize himself. Wan Yunting looked up at Ah Long with wide, astonished eyes, thinking: A Huajin master!
He hadn’t expected Gao Zhe to have such a powerful Huajin expert by his side. Wan Yunting frowned, as his power had only recovered seventy percent. Facing this mid-stage Huajin expert, it was indeed difficult to handle.
Ah Long also looked at Wan Yunting with surprise. From his previous investigation, Wan Yunting had suffered very serious injuries in Thailand. He hadn’t expected him to recover so quickly after just a few days.
Ah Long’s gaze turned sharp, and he once again attacked Wan Yunting. His hands formed dragon claws, exhibiting great speed and power. Wan Yunting met him with seven or eight moves using the Five Elements Palm technique, but Ah Long spun around, his right hand landing on Wan Yunting’s left arm, his fingers forming claws…
"Screech…"
With a sound, Wan Yunting’s left arm suit was torn open, and three bloodstains appeared on his arm. The stinging pain made Wan Yunting’s eyes narrow. He instantly raised his leg to kick Ah Long’s abdomen, but it was quickly blocked by Ah Long’s left forearm. He used the momentum to retreat, once again adopting an offensive stance. His eyes were fixed on Wan Yunting, ready to attack again…
"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!"
Wan Yunting looked at the three bloodstains on his left arm and looked at Ah Long in surprise. He hadn’t expected him to be using the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand technique.
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang stood by Gao Zhe, who was watching. Seeing Ah Long gain the upper hand, Gao Zhe’s lips curled into a cold smile.
Years ago, when Ah Long was in danger, Gao Zhe had saved his life. Afterward, Ah Long had stayed by his side. The reason Gao Zhe was able to dominate the Southeast Asian underworld was largely due to Ah Long’s efforts.
"Yun Ting Ge…"
Su Ke’er, hiding by the head of the bed, became anxious and afraid when she saw Wan Yunting was injured.
Wan Yunting turned to her and nodded, signaling that he was fine. But at that very moment, Ah Long attacked him again. The Dragon Claw Hand technique changed unpredictably, directly grabbing Wan Yunting’s chest. Just as Ah Long’s fingers were about to rip out a piece of flesh.
Instantly, Wan Yunting’s body softened. His chest contracted, and with a sudden exertion of his waist, a powerful force erupted from his chest, shaking off Ah Long’s Dragon Claw Hand. Following that, Wan Yunting used a Tai Chi-like redirection of force, pushing Ah Long away with his right hand. Ah Long stumbled back several steps before stabilizing himself, looking at Wan Yunting in astonishment. Wan Yunting had adopted a Tai Chi stance. "Tai Chi!"
Wan Yunting’s eyes widened, and he moved towards Ah Long with Tai Chi footwork. This time, he actively attacked Ah Long. The harmonious blend of hardness and softness in Tai Chi neutralized Ah Long’s Dragon Claw Hand with several hidden forces. Then, with a move of “four ounces deflect a thousand pounds,” he pushed Ah Long back again…
At this, the onlookers, including Gao Zhe, wore grim expressions, their moods soured.
"What’s going on?"
Just then, Gao Tianhe and Gao Zhixiong entered from outside. Simultaneously, Su Wenbai and Bai Shuhui, along with Su Xing’an and Gao Jiaming, and many invited business magnates also came in…
Earlier, everyone had been downstairs. But someone reported that there was trouble upstairs.
So Gao Tianhe and the others hurried up, only to see Wan Yunting and Ah Long fighting, which surprised and confused everyone, who didn’t know what was happening.
At that moment, Wan Yunting and Ah Long exchanged a punch, both retreating. They turned to see Gao Tianhe and the Su family entering. Gao Zhe waved at Ah Long to stop, and Wan Yunting also paused.
"Yun Ting Ge, are you okay…"
Su Ke’er immediately ran over, nervously holding Wan Yunting’s arm, her eyes full of worry, checking if the injury on his left arm was serious.