At this moment, Guan Xuefeng was covered in blood, his features swollen beyond recognition. If not for his clothing, Guan Zhengshan wouldn't have recognized him.
"You're seeking death!"
Seeing his grandson beaten to such a state, Guan Zhengshan's face twisted with fury.
Guan Xuefeng's injuries were severe—his limbs were completely shattered at the joints. Even if he survived, he would be bedridden for life.
To have his grandson suffer such cruelty at his own birthday banquet was unimaginably enraging for Guan Zhengshan.
The guests in the banquet hall, having witnessed Yang Chen's repeated actions, were already numb with shock.
"Not just in this small city of Jiangzhou—even across the entire Nine Provinces, no one can make me die," Yang Chen said expressionlessly, showing no concern about being surrounded by the Guan family's experts.
Ma Chao stood straight behind him, ready to act on Yang Chen's command.
When Guan Xuesong saw his younger brother in such a horrific state, the injuries Yang Chen had inflicted on him seemed trivial in comparison.
"If I don't make you pay a heavy price today, I swear I'm not human," Guan Zhengshan said, his eyes bloodshot. Even the most composed man couldn't control himself under such circumstances.
"I truly pity your Guan family. Even at this point, you're still thinking about making me pay. Don't you understand why I dealt with your grandson?" Yang Chen shook his head helplessly.
"Even if he made mistakes, he's still my grandson. He has the right to make some errors. You—you shouldn't have hurt him so cruelly. You really shouldn't have."
Guan Zhengshan spoke calmly, but everyone could sense the fury simmering beneath his words.
Many watched with anticipation. Yang Chen had repeatedly provoked the Guan family, and now he had beaten Guan Zhengshan's grandson beyond recognition. They were eager to see how the Guan family would retaliate.
"Mistakes deserve punishment. Why should your grandson be an exception?" Yang Chen replied coolly, then added with a pained expression, "Your Guan family is like a frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of the vast world beyond. Such arrogance will only lead you to offend someone far greater."
Guan Zhengshan understood Yang Chen's implication and let out a cold laugh. "Don't tell me you actually think your minor skills qualify you as a 'great figure'?"
In Guan Zhengshan's eyes, Yang Chen's combat prowess was merely due to his military service—nothing that could bridge the gap in their statuses.
"Originally, I felt some regret for holding your entire family accountable for your grandson's actions," Yang Chen said, his eyes glinting with a cold light. "But now, I have no remorse. In fact, I'm relieved—otherwise, the Guan family would have continued its wrongdoing."
The smile on Yang Chen's face vanished, replaced by an overwhelming killing intent.
Guan Zhengshan, a man who had weathered countless storms, suddenly felt an indescribable dread.
Killing intent!
Yang Chen wanted to kill him!
"What do you think you're doing?" Guan Zhengshan roared.
Immediately, over a dozen Guan family experts closed in, surrounding Yang Chen and Ma Chao.
"Your grandson kidnapped my daughter to get to me and even threatened me with endless retaliation," Yang Chen said, as if recounting an incident unrelated to him. "But he was unlucky. I found my daughter, and he had to bear my wrath."
"Originally, I came here to gauge the Guan family's attitude before deciding how to deal with you."
"But unfortunately, your attitude has displeased me. Therefore, from today onward, the Guan family will cease to exist in Jiangzhou."
Yang Chen delivered these words with eerie calmness.
"Hahaha!"
Guan Zhengshan laughed in furious disbelief.
His smile soon twisted into something grotesque as he snarled, "Ignorant fool! Spouting such nonsense—your arrogance knows no bounds! Wipe out my Guan family?"
"You don't seem to understand your current predicament."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so experts surrounding Yang Chen and Ma Chao reached into their suit jackets and drew Colt automatic pistols.
In an instant, the dark muzzles of over twenty guns were trained on Yang Chen.
There was no doubt—if Guan Zhengshan gave the order, Yang Chen would be riddled with bullets in seconds.
The banquet hall fell deathly silent. Everyone watched in shock.
Only Yang Chen and Ma Chao remained unfazed, as if the guns pointed at them were nothing more than toys.
"Kid, I admit you're strong. Even my family's strongest fighter, Nine Fingers, was no match for you. But so what?"
Guan Zhengshan's eyes brimmed with malice. "This isn't an era where brute force alone lets you run wild. This is the age of firearms. You like to act tough? Go ahead!"
Yang Chen smirked. "Do you really think a few pieces of scrap metal can take my life?"
"Scrap metal? Don't tell me you think you can survive over twenty guns aimed at you from this distance?" Guan Zhengshan sneered.
"Try me."
Yang Chen smiled faintly.
Ma Chao tensed, ready to strike at any moment.
Guan Zhengshan's instincts prickled with unease at Yang Chen's calm demeanor, but he quickly dismissed it.
Slamming the table, he barked, "Enough wasting time! I'll give you two choices: kneel and apologize to my grandson, and I might consider letting you die intact. Or, I give the order now, and you become Swiss cheese."
"What if I refuse both?" Yang Chen taunted.
*Thump-thump-thump-thump!*
Before Guan Zhengshan could respond, a deafening roar erupted from outside the banquet hall, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind.
The grand crystal chandelier at the center of the hall swayed violently, its glass ornaments clinking like wind chimes.
"What's that noise?"
"It's coming from above—helicopters?"
"Why are there helicopters here?"
Panic spread through the crowd. Guan Zhengshan's expression darkened. The sound was unmistakably close—and there seemed to be more than one.
*BOOM!*
With a thunderous crash, a military-green jeep plowed straight through the banquet hall's entrance.
Behind it, several more jeeps followed, disgorging rows of armed men in uniform camouflage.
Ten!
Thirty!
A hundred!
In mere seconds, a full hundred uniformed soldiers stormed in, swiftly encircling Guan Zhengshan and his men.
A hundred rifle muzzles swung in unison, locking onto Guan Zhengshan and his twenty-plus gunmen.
"Drop your weapons now, or you will be shot on sight!" the leader barked coldly.
*Click-clack!*
The synchronized cocking of a hundred rifles echoed through the hall. The air thickened with the scent of gunpowder.