"What's your guess?"

Ye Beichen smiled playfully as Zhao Erchen finally tasted the flavor of fear.

He had been hunted by Zhao Erchen, forced to leap into the Nu River, narrowly escaping death, all thanks to his Sixth Senior Sister who saved him.

Otherwise, Ye Beichen wouldn't be standing here today!

"Tell me, who ordered you to hunt me down?" Ye Beichen looked coldly at Zhao Erchen, vowing to find the real culprit behind the attack on his family. He knew that those who stormed the Ye family back then weren't from the Zhao family.

Those attackers were martial artists, all above the Heaven Rank.

"I... I don't know." A flicker of panic flashed deep in Zhao Erchen's eyes.

He definitely knew!

But Zhao Erchen dared not speak.

Ye Beichen's gaze turned grim. The Zhao family was reputed as a noble clan in Jiangnan, with a legacy spanning over a hundred years.

If even Zhao Erchen didn't dare to speak, the background must be formidable.

"If you won't talk, then die." Ye Beichen couldn't be bothered with more words. Since he had returned, he would surely find the true murderer.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, an Old Man stopped Ye Beichen.

"Do you have something to say?"

Ye Beichen turned back, looking at the Old Man in a Tang suit before him.

"I am Tang Jing, head of the Tang Family of Jiangnan, here on behalf of the King of Jiangnan. Young man, do you intend to kill at will in such a setting, disregarding the King of Jiangnan?" Tang Jing said coldly.

"And what of the King of Jiangnan? Even if he were here in person, if I want to kill someone, it's not his place to interfere," Ye Beichen replied with amusement.

"Hiss!"

A collective gasp echoed, leaving everyone stunned and their scalps tingling.

This was the King of Jiangnan, who governed all of Jiangnan, with a hundred thousand imperial guards under his command. This was no joke.

Was Ye Beichen out of his mind?

"Beichen..." Zhou Ruoyu trembled with excitement.

She thought to herself, 'This is my man, the man I've chosen! So domineering, so mighty, even if I were to die with him now, it would be worth it.'

Zhou Tianhao and Li Haixia, the couple, were also utterly shocked.

'What on earth has Beichen experienced in these five years? How does he dare...' The couple thought in unison.

"What did you say?"

Tang Jing was dumbfounded, his eyes wide, and then he reacted with anger and shame, "Ye Beichen, do you know what you're saying? This is Jiangnan, and the King of Jiangnan is like the heavens here! Since you're in Jiangnan, you must abide by the King of Jiangnan's rules."

"I said, even if the King of Jiangnan comes, it's not his place to interfere. Get lost!" Ye Beichen struck out directly, a slap in the air.

"Smack—!"

Tang Jing flew out like a dead dog, lying motionless on the ground.

"Hahaha, such audacity, to even dare disrespect the King of Jiangnan? Young man, national law and family rules exist! In this region of Jiangnan, if you're a dragon, you must coil; if you're a tiger, you must crouch!"

A voice of utmost authority rang out.

Following that, a man in battle armor, with a commanding presence, strode into the hotel lobby.

"Brother Heihu!"

Zhao Erchen was overjoyed to see this man, his fear swept away.

"Commander of the Three Thousand Black Tiger Guards—Zhang Heihu!"

"Why is he here?" The wealthy elites present were all taken aback.

Under the King of Jiangnan, there were a hundred thousand imperial guards, with over three thousand forming a 'Guard,' and there were thirty commanders in total.

Zhang Heihu was one of them, wielding immense power, indulging in wine, women, wealth, and arrogance.

In all of Jiangnan, no one dared provoke this man, and Zhao Erchen was sworn brothers with Zhang Heihu.

"Brother, don't worry, I'll handle this matter." Zhang Heihu strode forward, exuding a military aura, as the three thousand Black Tiger Guards charged into the hotel lobby, their presence fierce and intimidating, turning the faces of everyone present pale.

"Beichen!" Zhou Ruoyu was extremely anxious, clutching her mother's hand tightly.

Zhou Tianhao's heart tightened as well, as the situation spiraled out of control.

"Does the King of Jiangnan want to handle this matter?" Ye Beichen's voice was cold as he looked at Zhang Heihu.

"Hahaha."

Zhang Heihu laughed, his voice echoing mockingly in the hotel lobby, "Ye Beichen, who do you think you are? Such a trivial matter, does the busy King of Jiangnan have time to deal with it?"

"The lives of my family of three from the Ye family, is that a trivial matter?" Ye Beichen's heart was cold, a surge of anger rushing to his head.

"Hmph."

Zhang Heihu sneered, treating human life as worthless, "Do you think it's a big deal?"

"Hahahahaha!"Ye Beichen laughed in extreme anger, the family he cared about so much, in the eyes of these power holders, was so insignificant: "In that case, you nobles will accompany my parents and brother to the grave today!"

"Take him down!" Zhang Heihu's face was cold.

"Clatter—!" Ten Black Tiger Guards advanced towards Ye Beichen, while the remaining two thousand nine hundred or so didn't move.

To deal with one Ye Beichen, ten Black Tiger Guards were more than enough.

You should know, those ten Black Tiger Guards were Yellow-Rank Martial Artists!

Yellow-Rank Martial Artists, though the lowest in strength, were still martial artists.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ye Beichen moved like a whirlwind, striking instantly, and before the ten Black Tiger Guards could get close, they were knocked to the ground, helmets and armor scattered.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Heihu's gaze darkened.

Seeing this, Zhao Erchen knew things were bad and quickly said, "Brother Heihu, let me remind you, Shen Ao, the chief instructor, was slapped to death by him, and he also caught the bullet from my gun with his bare hands just now."

"What?"

Zhang Heihu was shocked, incredulous.

Shen Ao was an Earth-Rank Martial Artist, the chief instructor of the hundred thousand imperial guards, and Ye Beichen slapped him to death?

Why the hell didn't you say so earlier!!!

Looking in the direction Zhao Erchen pointed, he indeed saw Shen Ao lying on the ground, his brains splattered.

'Damn it! Catching bullets with bare hands, isn't that releasing internal force, something only a Grandmaster-Level Martial Artist can do?' Zhang Heihu thought, alarmed, 'Impossible, how old is he, eighteen five years ago, at most twenty-three now, a twenty-three-year-old Grandmaster Martial Artist? Ridiculous!'

"Take him down!"

Zhang Heihu's gaze was icy.

As long as he wasn't a Grandmaster-Level Martial Artist, the three thousand Black Tiger Guards could easily suppress him.

"Clatter." The Black Tiger Guards, well-trained, immediately formed an attack formation in the hotel lobby, countless tables and guests were knocked flying, and the entire hotel lobby turned into a battlefield.

Zhang Heihu sat firmly on the dragon throne, holding a battle flag, commanding the three thousand Black Tiger Guards in battle.

A chilling aura swept over!

"Beichen, run!" Zhou Ruoyu shouted loudly, no longer caring about anything else.

"Bitch!"

Zhao Tai trembled with rage, swearing in his heart, 'Bitch, just you wait! As long as we kill this brat today, I'll make you wish you were dead!!!!'

"Brother Heihu, kill him, tear him to pieces!" Zhao Erchen also shouted.

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