Volume Four: Renowned Across the Land Chapter 110: Hu Yidao’s Backing

Returning once again to his nightclub in Sanmiao Town, Wang Qiang was filled with a thousand emotions. What he had seen and heard yesterday made him question whether he had wasted the past twenty years of his life.

Comparing oneself to others could be maddening. In Wang’s heart, Qin Yang’s status was almost godlike—thankfully, this man was his brother.

The enchantress had other matters to attend to; everything had to wait until June first.

Before Wang Qiang stepped into the nightclub, Zhou Ming rushed out with a stormy expression.

“I ask you, brothers, do you even know what time it is? How can you just come back now?”

Wang Qiang and Qin Yang exchanged awkward smiles. They had been having such a good time that they hadn’t thought to inform Zhou Ming.

Wang Qiang, brimming with excitement, grabbed Zhou Ming’s arm and headed inside, eager to boast about the incredible events of the previous day. But just as they entered, a group of over a dozen people appeared behind them.

Their presence was imposing and unmistakably from the martial world. Leading them was Hu Yidao—the very man Qin Yang had driven away before.

Each of these men was far stronger than Hu Yidao. There was no doubt—they had come looking for trouble.

“Heh, everyone’s here. That makes things easier,” Hu Yidao said, bowing slightly to the young men behind him. “Brother Wen, it was this guy who hit me. I even mentioned your name, but he didn’t even flinch.”

He Wen was the son of He Tianlong, who ran twenty martial arts schools and was well-known in Beihai City. Zhou Ming knew of him but didn’t personally know either of them, so he remained silent.

To be honest, this group could handle ordinary people, but against martial artists, it was a death wish.

He Wen, at 26, had yet to reach the Tianqi Realm—a pitiful strength by martial arts standards.

Especially the others behind him—they had only just begun to learn the basics of martial cultivation.

He Wen approached elegantly, dressed in a white suit like a prince charming from a girl’s dream. His long hair covered his eyes, his skin was delicate, and he was nearly on par with Qin Yang in appearance.

Lighting a cigarette, he took a drag and smiled. “My name’s He Wen. My father is He Tianlong. Know us?”

Qin Yang shook his head. “I’m Qin Yang, son of Qin Feng. Do you know us?”

“Damn it, Brother Wen’s asking you a question, just answer honestly,” Hu Yidao snapped.

“Kid, don’t try any tricks, or I’ll kill you.”

Qin Yang held his tongue as the others spat their threats, but Wang Qiang couldn’t bear it. He snatched up a chair and smashed it toward them. Though they dodged easily, their demeanor was embarrassed.

Just as He Wen’s men were about to retaliate, He Wen stopped them. “What’s this? We came here to settle things, so no need for violence. That won’t solve anything.”

“Is that so?” Qin Yang smiled quietly, curious to see what this kid could pull off.

He Wen continued, “You hurt my brother. We’re not unreasonable. Two demands: first, compensation of one million yuan; second, this nightclub looksI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.