Chapter 2720: What Are You Even Supposed to Be?

"Cao Nima's Zhou Andong." A little punk with dyed yellow hair pointed at Zhou Andong arrogantly: "You're pretending to be your mother's what, you bastard? Wait, I'll kill you sooner or later."

Wang Wentian and Yu Zhan were about to act when Zhou Andong raised his hand to stop them, then he scrutinized the yellow-haired punk in front of him. The punk looked young, about eighteen or nineteen, and seemed somewhat familiar.

"Stare at your mother, you bastard!" Seeing Zhou Andong silent, the yellow-haired punk grew even more arrogant: "Zhou Andong, I advise you to release my brother quickly, or I'll definitely kill you."

Hearing the yellow-haired punk mention releasing his brother, Zhou Andong raised his eyebrows: "Are you Yin Mingsheng's son Yin Xuan, and Yin Mo your brother?"

Yin Xuan stepped forward to stand before Zhou Andong, jabbing his finger at Zhou Andong's shoulder: "Damn it, you've got some eyesight. Remember what I just said—release my brother quickly, and I'll let you live a few more days."

Zhou Andong shook his shoulder as if his clothes had been dirtied by Yin Xuan, smiling narrowly: "You're so arrogant—does your father Yin Mingsheng know?"

Yin Xuan pointed at Zhou Andong's nose and cursed: "Damn it..."

Zhou Andong raised his hand and grabbed Yin Xuan's finger in one swift motion, immediately followed by a sharp crack—the terrifying sound of breaking bones. Yin Xuan didn't finish his sentence before being replaced by a miserable scream. Then Zhou Andong lifted his foot and stomped hard on Yin Xuan's stomach.

Yin Xuan's 1.8-meter body flew backward and slammed heavily into the Volvo 960 behind him. With a loud bang, the vehicle jolted violently, the door dented deeply inward, and the windows shattered instantly.

Yin Xuan crashed heavily to the ground, passing out without a sound. His finger, swollen like a small club, bent grotesquely, making onlookers' scalps tingle.

"My car!" A young man looked at his Volvo with tears in his eyes but no tears to shed—he had just picked it up in Guangdong Province, spending nearly 800,000, and had only driven it for a month; his heart felt like it was bleeding.

The Volvo 960 was launched in 1990 as the flagship model of the Volvo 900 series, competing with luxury cars like the Mercedes-Benz E300 and BMW 530.

In this era, Volvo's fame was no less than BBA's, mainly targeting businesspeople and the wealthy in developed coastal areas. Especially in Guangdong and Shanghu, the Volvo 960 had a considerable ownership rate.

Suddenly, the scene fell silent as everyone turned to look at Yin Xuan lying unconscious on the ground, especially his grotesquely bent finger and the blood trickling continuously from the corner of his mouth, making their scalps go numb.

They knew Zhou Andong was hard to provoke and ruthless, but they hadn't expected him to beat Yin Xuan into such a state in front of so many people, without restraint.

Especially Zhao Chengdong, seeing Yin Xuan's miserable state and then Zhou Andong holding a tissue with his hand, a chill shot from his heels to the top of his head, making him shiver involuntarily before he retreated two steps without leaving a trace.

Zhou Andong tossed the tissue in his hand to the ground, scanned the crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Tong Huaiyu. He raised his finger toward Tong Huaiyu, and at the same moment, a shadow flashed—Han Long suddenly appeared, blocking Tong Huaiyu.

Immediately after, Wang Wentian and Yu Zhan shifted their stances, shielding Zhou Andong behind them. Meanwhile, Lian Kai and Shen Weiming stood one on each side of Zhou Andong, their eyes locked firmly on Han Long.

Wang Wentian stared at Han Long, his body tense, his expression growing increasingly stern. Because he sensed danger on Han Long, and he had a strong premonition that even with Yu Zhan, Lian Kai, and Shen Weiming, they might not be a match for this person.

"Chairman!" Wang Wentian retreated half a step and whispered: "This person in front is very dangerous. Lian Kai, Weiming, take the chairman and leave—this is left to me and Yu Zhan."

At this moment, the security inside the cordon noticed the situation and rushed over quickly. Among them, a middle-aged man in a Jin Dun security uniform still leaned on a cane. Although he was disabled, the killing aura about him was impossible to ignore.

In fact, as soon as Zhou Andong got out of the car, they had noticed him—but their duty was to protect the nearby blue bricks and tiles, so they hadn't come over to greet him.

Now seeing the chairman and the other party in conflict, dozens of people rushed over quickly, crossed the cordon, and those wearing hard hats and holding steel pipes also became agitated, hurrying to surround them.

The guy who had just been shouting the loudest and most arrogantly grabbed a steel pipe and ran toward the disabled middle-aged man in front: "Damn it, you cripple—I've hated you for ages, and today I'll break your other leg."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with killing intent; he didn't stop, raised his cane, and slammed it hard into the man's chest. Crack—his sternum was shattered by the cane. Immediately, his body staggered back five or six steps, he spat a mouthful of blood, then collapsed with a thud.

This scene made everyone's eyes twitch violently. Especially Han Long, whose pupils contracted sharply. Ordinary people couldn't feel it, but he could clearly sense the killing aura on the middle-aged man.

Because they were the same kind—people who had crawled out of piles of corpses, emitting that bloody aura that couldn't fool him. Han Long's body tensed suddenly, his eyes locked dead on the middle-aged man, watching as the cane-supported figure approached slowly.

This middle-aged man was Yang Quan, Wang Wentian's comrade-in-arms, now deputy general manager of the Jin Dun Security Jingcheng branch, responsible for security operations and training.

"Wentian, you take the chairman away—I'll handle this."

Zhou Andong smiled—this was the second time he had met Yang Quan: "No problem, I believe Tong Shao is a smart man and will definitely not let anyone hurt me."

As he spoke, Zhou Andong's gaze shifted to Tong Huaiyu behind Han Long: "Tong Shao, am I right?"

Tong Huaiyu gave a gloomy glance at the still-unconscious Yin Xuan on the ground, patted Han Long's shoulder to signal him to step aside: "I am a civilized person—I would never randomly assault someone."

"Look!" Zhou Andong said to Wang Wentian: "Tong Shao is a man of great vision—I didn't get it wrong, did I?"

Tong Huaiyu's voice suddenly turned cold: "I am a civilized person and don't like bullying others with power. But you, Zhou Andong, have beaten my people into this state—don't you owe me an explanation?"

"An explanation?" Zhou Andong snorted: "If you changed your surname to Yin and became Yin Huaiyu, I could give you an explanation."

Tong Huaiyu's face darkened instantly, his gloomy eyes locked onto Zhou Andong as if he wanted to devour him.

"How so?" Zhou Andong acted as if he hadn't seen Tong Huaiyu's gloomy eyes, his smile undiminished: "Could it be you haven't changed your surname to Yin?"

As he spoke, Zhou Andong's face also darkened: "Since you haven't changed your name and surname to go to the Yin clan to recognize your ancestors and return to your roots, what explanation do you expect from me? Even if you demand an explanation from me, that's the Yin clan's affair—what are you, Tong Huaiyu, to me? What big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be in my presence?"