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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Indifferent?

Su Ding's smile froze. He felt he must have misheard. Glancing at the other young masters, he asked in surprise, "Am I being threatened?"

Instantly, a roar of laughter erupted.

"Mr. Su, this kid seems to be here for Qin Qiu. You'd better be careful."

"That idiot even brought a bodyguard? Haha..."

Chen Shu was the first to stand up, recognizing this as a golden opportunity to show his loyalty to Su Ding. Since this newcomer was here to cause trouble, he would act on Mr. Su's behalf and make sure the fool was thrown out.

"Kid, I don't care who you are or where you come from. I'm ordering you to get lost, now!"

"Otherwise, even if Mr. Su forgives you, I, Chen Shu, will personally destroy you!"

Chen Shu stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Positioned on higher ground, he naturally looked down on them, projecting the arrogant air of a superior.

Chen Yang glanced at him and simply ignored him.

"Are you deaf?" Chen Shu was furious. He had made his stance perfectly clear, yet this bastard remained completely unfazed.

He took two steps forward, closing the distance to Chen Yang. "Are you deaf?" he demanded menacingly. "I'll say it one last time. Get the hell out!"

Just as Chen Shu stepped within a meter of Chen Yang, his scornful laugh vanished, his expression changing drastically.

In fact, it wasn't just him. The entire spacious lounge of the equestrian club fell into a dead silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Pressed against Chen Shu's forehead was the barrel of a handgun that had appeared from out of nowhere. The dark metal was terrifying.

"It's a Glock 13. One shot can take down an elephant," the man said. "Say one more foolish word, and I'll blow your head off. Believe it."

The burly Yang Hu held the gun in one hand, his other hand shoved in his pocket. The corner of his mouth curled into a sinister smile.

In an instant, cold sweat poured down Chen Shu's back. His naturally cunning face turned white as a sheet. This... this is...!! He's openly carrying a gun?!

"I... I was wrong! I apologize! I'm sorry..." Chen Shu's face was ashen as he panted heavily. After taking a few deep breaths, he didn't dare delay another second and stammered out his apology.

Then, holding his breath, Chen Shu took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the gun at his forehead. When Yang Hu didn't react, he prepared to take another.

CLICK.

The sound of the slide being racked echoed as a bullet was chambered.

Chen Shu froze.

The onlookers were stunned into silence.

Chen Shu froze in place, his legs trembling violently.

THUD.

Unable to support himself any longer, he collapsed to his knees, his voice shaking. "I'm... I'm so sorry! So very sorry!"

Su Ding's expression shifted from pale to livid. "You have a lot of nerve," he said in a low voice. "Do you think I won't call the police?"

"Go ahead," Chen Yang said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the white powder on the coffee table. "With that amount, you'd get at least a few years in prison, wouldn't you?"

Su Ding was speechless.

Before Su Ding could respond, Chen Yang instructed Yang Hu, "Put it away. There's no need for that in a situation like this."

"Right, haha! They're just a bunch of punks," Yang Hu said, scratching his head. He grinned, baring his teeth, and stowed the gun.

Su Ding's gaze was dark and menacing as he stared at Chen Yang. "Kid," he said grimly, "are you here for that bitch Qin Qiu?"

SWISH.

A chilling aura erupted from Chen Yang as he took a single step forward. Before Su Ding could react, his head was slammed into the glass coffee table. CRACK. It smashed against the surface again and again.

A moment later, Chen Yang finally let go. Calling Qin Qiu a bitch right to my face? He's asking to die!

Su Ding collapsed to the floor, a long gash on his forehead streaming blood. It was a shocking sight. The pain radiating through his entire body felt like he was being torn apart, nearly making him lose consciousness.

But it wasn't over. Chen Yang kicked Su Ding in the stomach, sending him flying five or six meters across the floor like a ragdoll.

COUGH. COUGH.

Su Ding struggled to his feet, drenched in his own blood. In his thirty years of life, he had never been treated like this.

"You're courting death!" Su Ding's eyes were bloodshot red. He snarled, forcing the words through clenched teeth.

SWOOSH.

With a flick of his foot, Chen Yang sent a shard of glass flying. It whistled past Su Ding's cheek and embedded itself in the wine cabinet behind him.

Su Ding touched the new cut on his cheek, his heart pounding wildly. If that had been off by just a few centimeters, it would have pierced my head, not the cabinet.

Chen Yang pulled over a chair and settled into it comfortably. He lit a cigarette and said with a half-smile, "Apologize to Qin Qiu right now. Promise you won't cause any more trouble. Do that, and I might spare you and the Su Family."

"Haha!" Su Ding laughed, his rage turning to mockery. "You think this scares me? Do you have any idea who the Su Family is in Lingjin City? Spare the Su Family? Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

"Your courage is commendable, and your skills aren't bad," Su Ding continued. "But my Su Family can crush you with ease."

No matter how strong a single person is, they're still just one person. What does that count for in the face of a great family, a powerful clan?

Chen Yang laughed as well. He turned to Yang Hu and asked, "This Su Family... are they a big deal?"

"They're decent," Yang Hu replied with a serious nod. "At least a few tiers above the Qin Family."

Su Ding grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood from his face. His voice turned cold. "Now that you know, are you going to kneel and beg for my forgiveness? If you can make me happy, there might still be a way out of this for you."

SNAP.

Chen Yang snapped his fingers and instructed Yang Hu, "Notify our people. Crash the Su Family's stock."

"Pfft!" Su Ding burst out laughing, looking at Chen Yang like he was an idiot. "My Su Family's assets are worth over a billion," he sneered. "What are you going to crash it with? Your mouth?"

Chen Yang said nothing more.

Yang Hu was already on the phone, giving a few simple instructions. He hung up and said to Chen Yang, "One minute."

"Hah! Putting on quite a show, are we?" Enraged, Su Ding flipped the coffee table over. The calm, indifferent expression on Chen Yang's face infuriated him. A murderous aura flared around Su Ding. "You posturing piece of trash! If my family's stock isn't crashing in one minute, I'll make you wish you were never born!"

One minute. Sixty seconds. It passed in the blink of an eye.

Su Ding checked the time and sneered, "Your minute is already—"

He stopped mid-sentence. The phone in his pocket was ringing.

Hm?

Su Ding's gaze instinctively shot toward Chen Yang.

Chen Yang just continued to smoke his cigarette, as if he were simply passing the time. A sliver of unease crept into Su Ding's heart. This guy was unnervingly calm. And the phone had rung the very instant the minute was up.

Su Ding pulled out his phone, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "It's my company manager." Answering the call, he glanced at Chen Yang and said, "It's me."

"Mr. Su, something terrible has happened! Our company's stock is being dumped in massive quantities! It's already dropped by thirty percent! No, wait—it's forty percent now!"

Su Ding was dumbfounded, frozen to the spot.

The manager's anxious voice continued from the phone, "Mr. Su, this is clearly a malicious market attack! Did you—did you offend someone you shouldn't have?"

Su Ding was speechless.

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