The Dragon King reacted the fastest. As he saw Old Chen charging towards Ye Qiu, he quickly stepped forward to intercept him.

“Scram!” Old Chen threw a punch.

The Dragon King countered with a punch of his own.

Boom!

Their fists collided fiercely, creating an explosive sound.

Instantly, the Dragon King felt an immense force surge through his fist and spread throughout his body, forcing him to retreat uncontrollably.

Step by step!

The Dragon King staggered back seven or eight steps without regaining his balance.

What was terrifying was that with each step he took, the floor beneath him cracked.

Boom!

Finally, it was only when the Dragon King knelt on one knee that he managed to stabilize his retreating form. Ignoring the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Old Chen in shock and asked, “Who exactly are you?”

After being poisoned by a Gu, the Dragon King’s strength had significantly diminished, but having once been a top contender on the Tiger List, his keen eyesight remained.

Old Chen’s punch just now was comparable to the strength of someone on the Dragon List.

Thus, the Dragon King was certain that this old man was no ordinary person.

“People on the brink of death don’t deserve to know my name. After I kill that kid, I’ll deal with you.”

Swoosh—

Old Chen charged at Ye Qiu again.

“Get out of the way!” Zhao Yun pushed Ye Qiu aside and stepped forward to face the threat.

This time, Zhao Yun was smarter and didn’t choose to confront Old Chen head-on. Old Chen’s strength was too formidable, and a direct clash would leave Zhao Yun unable to withstand even a single move.

Zhao Yun moved with quick, small steps, dodging Old Chen’s punches and continuously attacking him.

Of course, these attacks were feints. Zhao Yun was looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Old Chen.

But he still underestimated his opponent’s strength.

“Hmph, mere child’s play.” Old Chen snorted coldly and instantly changed his punch into a claw, swinging it casually.

Rip—

Zhao Yun was sent flying.

When everyone got a clear view, they saw Zhao Yun’s shirt torn to shreds, a claw mark over a foot long stretching from his shoulder to his abdomen, bloodied and shocking to behold.

“Are you… Eagle Claw King Chen Tianzheng?” the Dragon King exclaimed, somewhat uncertain.

Old Chen chuckled, “I didn’t expect you, an ant, to have some insight.”

It really was him!

A sense of dread sank in the Dragon King’s heart.

Chen Tianzheng had become famous thirty years ago, having climbed the Tiger List several times, each time ranking higher than the last, with his highest position being second on the list.

Because he was most skilled in the Eagle Claw Skill, people on the Jianghu gave him the honorable title of Eagle Claw King.

Nine years ago, Chen Tianzheng attempted to climb the Dragon List but was defeated by the Wudang Sect’s leader and vanished from the public eye ever since.

The Dragon King never imagined that Chen Tianzheng would end up serving the Xiao family and become Xiao Qingdi’s servant.

What to do?

This man was ruthless. If they couldn’t stop him, Ye Qiu would die, and both Zhao Yun and he would likely meet a grim fate.

The Dragon King rapidly contemplated his options.

But just then, Chen Tianzheng charged at Ye Qiu again, his left hand formed into an eagle claw, aiming straight for Ye Qiu’s throat.

Ye Qiu quickly stepped back.

But all this seemed child’s play in Chen Tianzheng’s eyes.

“Kid, dying by my hand is an honor for you.” Chen Tianzheng reached out, his hand just three inches from Ye Qiu’s throat.

Death was but a step away from Ye Qiu.

At that moment—

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet whizzed through the air towards Chen Tianzheng.

Chen Tianzheng sensed the danger and quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back to dodge the bullet.

Thump!

The bullet lodged into a pillar in the hall.

The scene descended into chaos.

Ye Qiu quickly turned his head to look towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

He saw a stunningly beautiful woman sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a deep V-neck pomegranate red dress, her cleavage partially exposed, bewitchingly attractive.

Sister Lin!

Why had she come?

Ye Qiu was momentarily stunned, then noticed a young woman standing behind Lin Jingzhi.

The woman had wine-red short hair that reached her ears, a tall figure, and long legs.

At that moment, the young woman was slowly pushing the wheelchair with her left hand while holding a gun in her right, pointing it at Chen Tianzheng.

Chen Tianzheng’s face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Feng Youling shout loudly:

“Lin Jingzhi, what do you mean by this? Shooting in public, do you want to go to jail?”

Feng Youling was furious. The Crystal Palace was his territory, and if word got out that a shooting had occurred there, the number of customers would surely drop in the short term, causing the hotel to lose a significant amount of money.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important thing.

The most important thing was that tonight’s banquet was a welcome party he had organized for Xiao Qingdi, attended by the elite of Jiangzhou. Lin Jingzhi’s public shooting was a slap in his face.

In this day and age, what do wealthy people value the most? Naturally, it’s their reputation!

“Shooting is nothing, no one died,” Lin Jingzhi said indifferently.

Feng Youling, enraged, approached Lin Jingzhi and demanded, “Lin Jingzhi, get out of here right now, or don’t blame me for being heartless.”

“You invite me to the banquet and then tell me to leave, what’s the meaning of this? I’ll go, but I’m taking him with me,” Lin Jingzhi said, pointing at Ye Qiu.

“No way! This man has offended Young Master Xiao, no one can take him away,” Feng Youling said.

Lin Jingzhi’s eyes narrowed with sarcasm, “Feng Youling, are you Xiao Qingdi’s dog? Is all that bootlicking useful?”

“Lin Jingzhi, you bitch…”

Feng Youling hadn’t finished cursing when he saw the young woman behind Lin Jingzhi pointing the gun at him, the rest of his words stuck in his throat.

Immediately, dozens of security guards from the Crystal Palace rushed into the banquet hall, surrounding Lin Jingzhi and Ye Qiu.

The atmosphere became instantly tense.

The guests retreated far away, fearing they might be accidentally injured.

Feng Youling took a deep breath to suppress his anger and said, “Miss Lin, this matter has nothing to do with you, don’t get involved.”

Lin Jingzhi pointed at Ye Qiu and told Feng Youling, “His business is my business.”

Hearing this, Feng Youling looked at Ye Qiu with deep jealousy.

Why should a mere doctor receive the favor of two stunning beauties?

Why!

It was all this bastard’s fault. If it weren’t for him, would Lin Jingzhi be here shooting in public, humiliating me?

With that thought, Feng Youling directed all his anger at Ye Qiu.

Slap!

Feng Youling suddenly struck, aiming a slap at Ye Qiu, but Ye Qiu was prepared and dodged to the side, avoiding Feng Youling’s hand.

“Ptui!” Feng Youling followed with a spit on Ye Qiu’s body, cursing, “You poor bastard, daring to compete with Young Master Xiao for a woman, you’re courting death!”

Glancing at the spit on his clothes, Ye Qiu’s eyes grew cold. This shirt was bought by his mother, and it had cost a fair amount of money.

“Clean my shirt,” Ye Qiu said, his voice icy.

But just then, a blur flashed by, followed by a “clang” sound as the young woman behind Lin Jingzhi was flung out the door.

When Ye Qiu turned around, he saw Old Chen standing in front of Lin Jingzhi.

“Bitch, dare to shoot at me, you’re seeking death.” Old Chen slapped Lin Jingzhi across the face.

Slap!

Lin Jingzhi was knocked to the ground, blood streaming from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Ye Qiu’s eyes reddened, and he clenched his fists.