Chapter Sixty-One: Han Chen’s Blow

The scene was utterly silent.

Young Master Liu prostrated himself before everyone, paying the highest respect to Jiang Yu.

Han Chen looked bewildered, staring blankly at Jiang Yu standing in front of Young Master Liu, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something.

Sun Wan Yue covered her mouth, emotions swirling in her eyes.

Jiang Yu nodded, uttering a single “Mm,” then said nothing more.

Liu Han Feng nearly forgot his pain, shouting, “Liu Yi Yang, what are you doing? He’s the one causing trouble! When the chairman arrives, he’ll break your legs!”

He had intended to wait until his reinforcements arrived before dealing with the boy. After all, the Liu family’s overseas enterprises were vast, spanning dozens of industries—one stomp from them, and Yu Zhou would tremble. All their bodyguards had gun licenses, meaning each could legally carry a firearm.

What did it matter if this person was skilled with his fists? Against guns, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Young Master Liu sneered repeatedly. He didn’t dare defy Liu Han Feng, but neither was he afraid; both knew this well, and usually kept a respectful distance, neither willing to offend the other.

But today, the fat fool had failed to recognize greatness, flaunting his identity and arrogance, provoking Jiang Yu.

This was the man who had slain even a half-step grandmaster. As for how formidable a half-step grandmaster was, Young Master Liu had witnessed it himself that night when Shen Wan An leapt from a hundred meters high—his heart had gained a new measure.

“What’s going on?”

A commanding voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Over a dozen bodyguards respectfully parted to make way, and a man in a suit with slicked-back hair strode forward. He wore a full beard, looking mature and handsome—an image straight out of a young girl’s vision of an uncle, exuding masculine charm with every gesture.

This was Liu Huai An, accompanied by Zhou Xu from Huai Zhou.

Upon seeing Jiang Yu, Zhou Xu’s face changed drastically, his words faltering, “Jiang... Master Jiang?”

Without hesitation, he bent ninety degrees, bowing with reverence: “Zhou Xu, pays respect to Master Jiang.”

His manner resembled that of a devotee praying to a deity, as anxious and fearful as Young Master Liu. That day, he’d only glimpsed Jiang Yu from afar in the crowd—today, Jiang Yu was within arm’s reach. The dread in his heart weighed on him, and in the blink of an eye, he broke out in cold sweat.

Liu Huai An’s pupils contracted slightly.

Master Jiang was actually a young man in his twenties?

The shock of this realization left him slack-jawed. In his imagination, Master Jiang would surely be a white-haired sage with the bearing of an immortal.

These thoughts flashed through his mind. Liu Huai An stepped forward, bowed, and saluted: “Huai An, pays respect to Master Jiang.”

Jiang Yu nodded gently. “Are you here to speak on behalf of Liu Han Feng?”

Zhou Xu’s heart trembled, and he knelt directly on the ground: “Master Jiang has misunderstood us. How could we dare support that fat man in confronting you?”

It wasn’t that Zhou Xu was being excessive; rather, Jiang Yu had left such an impression on him, akin to an immortal, that he barely dared to entertain any rebellious thoughts.

“Stand up, all of you.”

Jiang Yu waved his hand, and Zhou Xu and Liu Yi Yang felt a gentle force lifting their knees.

“This...”

Zhou Xu was startled. If this young man harbored murderous intent, this gentle force could surely kill him in an instant.

“How could this be?”

Han Chen looked ever more confused.

Xu Yuan was already slumped on the ground, staring dazedly at the scene.

Jiang Yu walked up to Han Chen. “Now do you know who I am?”

Han Chen muttered Master Jiang’s name, but he had never heard of it before. It wasn’t his fault; his usual circles were confined to Yun City.

Yet the events in Liu Sha Town had occurred over a thousand kilometers away. Even if Yun City’s elite knew about it, Han Chen’s own status meant he had no chance to interact with them.

“Jiang Yu?” Sun Wan Yue called softly.

Jiang Yu stopped. “What is it?”

Sun Wan Yue’s voice grew even softer. “I’m sorry.”

Jiang Yu replied calmly, “You have nothing to apologize for.”

His cold attitude left her at a loss—had she really grown so distant from Jiang Yu?

Then Jiang Yu approached Liu Han Feng, towering above him, his gaze treating all beneath as mere ants. “You’ve reached this level and still don’t know who I am?”

Liu Han Feng came to his senses, his face ashen. “I’ve lost today. I admit it!”

Zhou Xu stepped beside Jiang Yu, bending low. “Master Jiang, how should we deal with this fat man? Old Liu can’t bring himself to do it—let me clean house for him.”

The majesty of a grandmaster could not be challenged, much less that of a true master.

Jiang Yu waved his hand. “From this day forward, I don’t want to see him in this world.”

A smile crept across Zhou Xu’s lips; he understood at once. Since Jiang Yu didn’t want to see him alive, the only solution was to send him to hell. He signaled to the bodyguards behind him. “You know what to do.”

Liu Han Feng screamed in terror, his heart splitting. “No, you can’t kill me! Liu, save me!”

Liu Huai An’s face was iron. He kicked Liu Han Feng. “You fool! Your usual debauchery is one thing, but do you realize whom you offended today?”

“Master Jiang, I beg you, spare my life!”

Liu Han Feng was truly afraid. He never imagined Jiang Yu would actually want him dead.

“Enough noise!”

Jiang Yu struck out into the air—a palm that shattered every tooth in Liu Han Feng’s mouth.

Liu Huai An gasped; what kind of sorcery was this?

At last, he began to believe what Liu Yi Yang and Zhou Xu had said.

When Jiang Yu’s gaze fell upon them, Xu Yuan and Du Yan Ran were so terrified they lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Jiang Yu walked to the table, picked up a glass of champagne, tasted it, then spoke leisurely: “No matter what, I helped you out of your predicament. Yet at the crucial moment, you pushed me into the spotlight, shirking your own responsibility. Do you really think only Liu Han Feng can end your careers, and that I, Jiang, lack the power?”

Xu Yuan immediately knelt. “I was wrong—please, don’t kill me!”

Jiang Yu acted as he pleased, but he wasn’t one to kill the innocent. Xu Yuan’s fault was his narrow-mindedness, selfishness, and lack of the spirit of a true man.

“From today, I don’t want to see Xu Yuan on any screen.”

With those words, Xu Yuan’s career was declared finished.

Liu Huai An, a man of great stature—even Zhou Xu, proud as he was, stood respectfully beside Jiang Yu. If Liu Huai An didn’t act, he would be a fool.

He nodded. “Alright, Xu Yuan will disappear from the big screen entirely from now on.”

Xu Yuan collapsed limply to the floor.

Du Yan Ran knelt instantly.

Guo Fei Fei opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

“Jiang Yu—no, Master Jiang—if you end my career, I’ll die. Please, spare me. I’m willing to be your lover, your servant, whatever you wish, as long as you let me live.”

Jiang Yu’s gaze was indifferent.

At last, Guo Fei Fei bit her lip and pleaded for her, “Jiang Yu, she...”

Jiang Yu waved his hand. “Enough—you’ve pleaded personally. What else can I do?”

Guo Fei Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked up to Han Chen, whose eyes were vacant. Jiang Yu smiled. “Did you think I was doomed? You know me, but I know you too. Summer insects can’t discuss ice—how could you understand my abilities?”

Han Chen was drenched in cold sweat.

Now, even if he refused to accept it, he couldn’t change the fact that Jiang Yu was destined to soar from this day on.

He finally understood why Guo Fei Fei stayed by Jiang Yu’s side.

Young Master Liu ignored Xu Yuan and Han Chen, shamelessly ran up to Jiang Yu. “Boss Jiang, wherever you go, can you take me with you?”

Jiang Yu smiled helplessly. “I have things to handle. What would you do if you came along?”

Young Master Liu wouldn’t let this chance slip. Last time, he’d missed Jiang Yu in confusion—now that he’d encountered him at home, he was determined to follow him no matter what.

“In Yu Zhou, I have some connections. Surely Master Jiang will need my help.”

Under his hopeful gaze, Jiang Yu thought briefly, then nodded. “Very well, taking you along may be useful—some matters do require a local’s help.”

Liu Huai An looked at Young Master Liu with approval. A true man can bend and stretch.

“Give orders—find Master Jiang a new place. Clear out the mountaintop villa; I want to host a banquet in his honor.”

Thus, Han Chen, Sun Wan Yue, and Du Yan Ran all moved into the mountaintop villa that day thanks to Jiang Yu.

Han Chen was bitter inside; Jiang Yu’s indifference hurt him most of all.

“Not even a glance from you—am I truly beneath Xu Yuan in your eyes?”

Han Chen’s face was pale and mournful.