Zhou Ruoyu's delicate body trembled, her face full of shock: "Beichen brother!!!"

"It's me."

Ye Beichen walked in with a gentle smile on his face.

"Beichen... Ye Beichen!"

Zhou Ruoyu's father, Zhou Tianhao, and her mother, Li Haixia, were stunned, their faces filled with surprise and disbelief.

"Ye Beichen?"

"The youngest son of the Ye Family from five years ago?"

"Didn't the Ye Family perish five years ago?"

Countless wealthy and powerful figures in the hotel lobby were all dumbfounded.

"Ye Beichen! You little bastard, you're not dead?" Zhao Erchen's brow twitched, then he shouted angrily, "Someone, seize him for me!"

"Yes!"

A group of henchmen raised by the Zhao Family, all dressed in suits today, were stationed around the hotel lobby. Hearing Zhao Erchen's voice, they all rushed out, surrounding Ye Beichen tightly.

"Beichen brother, you must leave quickly!" Zhou Ruoyu exclaimed anxiously, about to rush forward.

"Ye Beichen, you are Ye Beichen?" Zhao Tai's eye twitched fiercely as he grabbed Zhou Ruoyu's wrist.

"Let go of her hand!"

Ye Beichen's cold voice came through as he snatched a dagger from a Zhao Family thug and threw it directly.

"Thud—!"

The hand Zhao Tai used to grab Zhou Ruoyu was severed at the wrist. He screamed in agony, squatting on the ground, his face pale as a sheet.

"Tai'er!" Zhao Erchen roared in anger, "Call an ambulance quickly!"

"No need to call an ambulance. You can contact the funeral home and cemetery. This coffin is prepared for your Zhao Family." Ye Beichen's icy voice echoed.

He walked step by step towards the Zhao Family members, as if he were in an uninhabited land.

The thugs who rushed forward were all kicked away by Ye Beichen, unable to get up again.

His aura was overwhelming!

Zhao Erchen felt a chill in his heart, realizing Ye Beichen's intentions were not good, and he secretly thought this was bad.

"Master Shen, it's up to you!" Zhao Erchen looked at the man beside him.

Shen Ao, the chief instructor of the King of Jiangnan's One Hundred Thousand Imperial Guards.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Shen Ao nodded coldly, his square face and muscular build made him look very robust.

"Kid, do you know where you are? How dare you cause trouble here? Leave immediately!" Shen Ao said coldly.

"This has nothing to do with you. Today, I only kill the Zhao Family members."

Ye Beichen glanced at Shen Ao.

"Heh, the Zhao Family is a noble clan with some connections to the King of Jiangnan. Are you sure you want to mess with the Zhao Family? If you leave now, I can pretend this never happened." Shen Ao threatened.

"Never happened? Impossible! He severed my son's hand, he must pay with his life!" Zhao Erchen's voice was chilling.

Shen Ao frowned, feeling a bit speechless.

Ye Beichen's strength was obviously unusual; he was likely a martial artist.

Asking a martial artist to pay with his life for your son's hand was impossible, right?

However, Shen Ao couldn't say this out loud, so he could only say coldly, "Leave or fight? Consider it yourself."

"Those who block me, die—!"

Ye Beichen didn't even look at Shen Ao, walking straight towards Zhao Erchen.

"Hmph, arrogant!" Shen Ao sneered, leaping high like a monkey, landing in front of Ye Beichen, and punched towards his face.

"Bang!"

Ye Beichen extended a hand, slapping down on Shen Ao's head.

"Bang!"

Shen Ao's body trembled, his body stiffened on the spot, and he fell straight down, uttering four words before dying: "Heaven-Rank Martial Artist!"

"Hiss!"

"Heaven-Rank Martial Artist?"

In an instant, the entire hotel lobby was filled with gasps.

Martial artists are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, Yellow!

Heaven is the highest, Yellow is the lowest!

Above Heaven-Rank Martial Artists, there are Martial Grandmasters!

There are no Martial Grandmasters in the entire Jiangnan.

And there are three Heaven-Rank Martial Artists in Jiangnan, two of whom are enshrined by the King of Jiangnan.

The other one is a subordinate of that terrifying woman! Of course, that woman is so formidable that even the King of Jiangnan doesn't want to provoke her.

However, she generally doesn't interfere in family matters.

And now, Ye Beichen in front of them is a Heaven-Rank Martial Artist?

"How is it possible, you're a Heaven-Rank Martial Artist? Impossible! It's only been five years, even if you returned to martial arts, it's absolutely impossible to become a Heaven-Rank Martial Artist! It's fake, all fake." Zhao Erchen panicked.

The words "Heaven-Rank Martial Artist" were like a heavy hammer falling on his chest.

"Click."

Zhao Erchen pulled out a handgun from his waist, aiming it at Ye Beichen's head, threatening, "Hahaha, didn't expect this, did you? I have a gun! No matter how skilled you are, you fear a knife. Ye Beichen, I order you to kneel!"

Buzz!

The entire venue was in an uproar, all the guests scattered to avoid being hit by stray bullets.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Ye Beichen walked step by step, completely ignoring Zhao Erchen's gun.

"You...!!!" Zhao Erchen was terrified, his eyes bulging, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he said coldly, "Kid, are you out of your mind? I have a gun in my hand!"

"So what if you have a gun, go ahead and shoot." Ye Beichen sneered.

"If you take one more step, I'll shoot!" Zhao Erchen directly released the safety, saying coldly, "Don't push me, today is my son's engagement, I don't want to kill anyone."

"Beichen brother, don't... get out of the way!" Zhou Ruoyu's body trembled, almost fainting from crying.

Zhou Tianhao and Li Haixia held her tightly, not letting her rush out.

"Dad, kill him! Kill him for me! He severed my hand!" Zhao Tai screamed frantically, his eyes bloodshot, the jealousy and anger in his heart uncontrollably surging.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Through it all, Ye Beichen seemed not to hear, continuing to walk step by step towards Zhao Erchen.

Like a fierce beast.

Zhao Erchen panicked!

Is this kid really crazy? He's not even afraid of a gun!

Even a Heaven-Rank Martial Artist, at such close range, couldn't possibly not fear a bullet.

"Heh."

Ye Beichen's lips curled into a cold smile, he wanted Zhao Erchen to feel the utmost fear, to experience that taste of terror!

Back then, he was hunted by Zhao Erchen for three whole months, living in fear.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Ye Beichen took a few more steps forward, less than five meters away from Zhao Erchen.

"You asked for it, die!!!" Zhao Erchen roared, eyes wide, directly pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet spiraled out, heading straight for Ye Beichen's head.

But a shocking scene unfolded, Ye Beichen raised a hand, catching the bullet as if it were an insect, and tossed it aside.

"You!!!"

Zhao Erchen was scared out of his wits.

The guests were all gasping in shock.

"My God!"

"Is this a movie?"

"Special effects, it must be special effects." All the wealthy and powerful figures were dumbfounded, even with their knowledge, they had never seen anything like this.

"Click!" Zhao Erchen acted again, pulling the trigger.

But the next second, before he could pull the trigger, Ye Beichen appeared in front of him, a finger plugging the barrel.

With a shock of internal force, there was a crisp sound.

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The handgun in Zhao Erchen's hand instantly disassembled, turning into dozens of parts scattered on the ground!

A single finger had dismantled the gun.

"You..."

Zhao Erchen was so scared he went limp, falling to the ground, looking up in terror at Ye Beichen standing there: "You... are you human or ghost?"

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