Ye Luo said coldly, his eyes shifting toward that Yan Zhenglong.
"Heâs the President of the Beauty Association," Luo Jingxuan announced.
"So, itâs him. Since thatâs the case, letâs resolve this matter as well today," said Ye Luo, his eyes narrowing to gleam with sharpness.
At this moment, seeing that Ye Luo was ignoring him, Yang Kun quickly took out his cell phone with his other hand and dialed his fatherâs number.
"Dad, come quickly, Iâve been beaten up, Iâm almost done for. This guy who hit me is too arrogant, hurry up and come!" Yang Kun kept shouting into the phone to his father on the other end.
"Kid, once my dad gets here, youâre dead for sure. I will make your life worse than death," Yang Kun said, his eyes flashing with a venomous and vicious look as he glared at Ye Luo.
"If youâre so eager to experience a fate worse than death, Iâll oblige you!"
Ye Luo looked at Yang Kun with a cold sneer, waved his hand, and several sharp streams of True Qi shot out, shattering the other arm and both legs of Yang Kun, who collapsed to the ground, letting out a piercing scream.
Meanwhile, in a hospital room in Capital City, a middle-aged man stood beside a hospital bed on which Hou Jingwen lay. Sitting next to him was Yang Xiufang, looking somewhat haggard. The middle-aged man was her brother, Yang Tiancheng, the Family Head of a second-rate family in Capital City.
In the past, the Yang Family was an insignificant clan in Capital City, but ever since Yang Xiufang became the wife of the second master of the Hou Family, the fortunes of the Yang Family had risen with the tide, leaping to become a second-rate family in Capital City.
"Big brother, whatâs wrong?"
Yang Xiufang, seeing her brotherâs face looking very ugly after hanging up the phone, couldnât help but ask.
"Kun has had an accident. It seems someone has injured him, and it looks quite serious. They called me to rush over," said Yang Tiancheng in a grave voice.
"What, Kun has been injured again!" Yang Xiufangâs face suddenly changed.
"Has our Yang Family encountered some bad luck? Both Jingwen and Kun have met with mishaps. No, I must go with you to see who is so bold as to dare to attack the members of the Yang Family. I couldnât avenge Jingwen, but I absolutely will not let off the culprit who injured Kun."
Yang Xiufang suddenly stood up, her face grim as she declared.
"Alright," Yang Tiancheng nodded. Whoever dared to injure his son was definitely no ordinary person; most people wouldnât dare to do such a thing. It could even be someone influential. Having his sister by his side would be more prudent. After all, as the wife of the second master of the Hou Family, there were probably very few in Capital City who would dare to offend her.
Out of urgency for his sonâs well-being, Yang Tiancheng and Yang Xiufang took less than five minutes to arrive at the tea house. They brought a group of guards and charged into the private room, immediately spotting the prostrate Yang Kun, bleeding from all four limbs.
"Kun!"
Both Yang Tiancheng and Yang Xiufangâs faces changed at the sight, and they rushed over.
"Dad, youâre here. This guy crippled my limbs, I want to kill him!"
Yang Kunâs voice was weak, but his eyes flashed with a ferocious look as he stared at Ye Luo, wishing he could flay him and wrench out his tendons.
"Who are you, to dare injure my son, Yang Tianchengâs son, to this extent?"
Yang Tiancheng looked at Ye Luo with rage, his body emanating a cold aura.
"Seize him, start by crippling his limbs!"
However, it was Yang Xiufang who directly gave orders to her guards.
"Yes, Madam!"
The eyes of the two Innate Peak Stage masters flashed with a sharp light as they focused on Ye Luo, and their bodies shot forward instantly.
Bang! Bang!
However, before these two could approach Ye Luo, they were kicked away by his feet.
"So you are the second mistress of the Hou Family. Indeed, you are arrogant and domineering!"
Ye Luo swept a cold glance at Yang Xiufang.
"Boy, since you know Iâm the second mistress of the Hou Family, you still dare to make a move? Youâve got quite the nerve!" Yang Xiufangâs eyes flickered with a cold and ruthless stare at Ye Luo.
"I dared to hit your son; why wouldnât I hit your nephew?" Ye Luo snorted with disdain.
"What? Youâre the one who injured my son?"
Yang Xiufangâs face turned pale with shock as she looked at Ye Luo, and even Yang Tianchengâs gaze sharpened as he watched him.
Previously, he had heard from his sister that the person who injured Hou Jingwen was the lifesaver of the old master of the Hou Family, and because of this, even though Hou Jingwen was the second young master of the Hou Family, this was a misfortune he had to accept.
Not expecting it to be this guy, Yang Tianchengâs face went through several changes, looking extremely ugly.
"Good lad, so it was you who injured my son, and now youâve hurt my nephew like this. Iâm going to kill you!"
When Yang Xiufang found out that Ye Luo was the culprit who had brutally beaten up her son, she immediately lost her mind and, waving her handbag, started smashing it towards Ye Luo.
Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap rang out as Ye Luo slapped Yang Xiufangâs face, sending her flying.
"If it werenât for old master Houâs sake, your son would have died long ago. You still want to kill me?" Ye Luo snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping towards Yang Kun.
"Since the people you called for have arrived, you can go ahead and die."
"No, no!"
Yang Tiancheng, watching Ye Luo, hurriedly cried out.
"Young man, itâs my sonâs fault for offending you; I beg your pardon. Please spare him this time."
"Whoever I, Ye Luo, decide to kill canât be changed by anyone. This man hurt my brother and touched my woman; he must die!"
Ye Luo stated indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, terrifying True Qi burst forth, instantly killing Yang Kun on the spot. His eyes wide open, he showed a shocked expression.
Probably until his death, he never expected to die so suddenly, especially right in front of his most relied upon father and aunt.
"Kun!"
Witnessing his own son brutally killed right before him, Yang Tiancheng let out a grief-stricken howl, collapsing to the ground, his expression aging significantly.
Yang Xiufang, seeing her nephew die like that, was also stupefied. Regaining her senses, she looked at Ye Luo with a face filled with fear, resentment, and anger.
"You devil, you executioner, you wait!"
Yang Xiufang, pointing at Ye Luo, roared in rage, took out her phone, and immediately called her husband Hou Yaoxing to bring people over.
At this moment, she was no longer thinking about whether Ye Luo was the old masterâs lifesaver or not; all she wanted was to kill the person who had hurt her son and killed her nephew, to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Ye Luo stood there with a calm expression, and the two women beside him were not at all worried. They were clear that the Hou Family wouldnât dare to touch Ye Luo no matter what.