Chapter 5: Causing a Scene at the Birthday Party

Chen Che's words were shocking, sparking a flurry of discussion among the noblewomen who had come to attend the birthday party.

"Who is this guy? Why is he talking like that? Does he have a grudge against Auntie Yang?"

"Could he have escaped from a mental hospital? A man wearing his hair long—hey, come to think of it, how did we not notice such a striking feature earlier?"

"That mouse must have been his doing too. Regardless of whether this guy is mentally ill or not, ruining someone's birthday banquet and using fire to burn Yang Simin's clothes is just too much!"

"That's right, and using a mouse to scare us—it's too much!"

"Daring to treat us girls like this, I don't care if he's mentally ill or not, he deserves to die!"

Yang Simin also felt shocked, but she felt even more humiliated and angry. Chen Che had ruined her birthday banquet and made her look so embarrassed and disheveled; it was unforgivable!

"You dare to humiliate me like this? Even if you're a ghost, I'll kill you again!" Yang Simin roared, "All of you, get him! Beat him to death!"

Four or five of the Yang Family's Bodyguards swarmed forward.

Chen Che loosened his wrists and neck without haste, his gaze sharpening. He took a step forward and effortlessly grabbed a Bodyguard's wrist—*crack! *

"Ah!" the Bodyguard shrieked.

Chen Che followed up with a kick, and the Bodyguard with the broken wrist went flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into two other Bodyguards; the sound of shattering bones rang out, and the two Bodyguards spat out a mouthful of blood.

The miserable state of their companions made the other two Bodyguards afraid to step forward, but Chen Che did not give them a chance to retreat.

*Crack, crack! * Before the two could even react, their arms and lower legs were already broken.

"Ah!!!"

Looking at their own broken limbs, the dual terror of sight and pain swept over them instantly, and both Bodyguards screamed in agony at the same time.

Chen Che knocked them both out with a single punch each.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence!

Chen Che's icy gaze swept across the crowd. The noblewomen, who had previously been indignant, all shivered, their hair standing on end; they felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast. They bit their lips hard, not daring to say a word.

Some were even scared to tears by that sweeping glance, but they didn't dare to cry out loud, only able to sob while biting their fingers.

Yang Simin was also stunned. She stared blankly at the Bodyguards sprawled on the ground, unable to believe that Chen Che was actually this capable of fighting and that he would strike so ruthlessly!

Yang Wanqing let out a cold snort and said, "Not bad. It seems you haven't been idle during the ten years you were gone. However, don't think that just because you've learned a few tricks, you can act tough in front of me. Want revenge? You're still too green. Today is my daughter's birthday banquet, and there shouldn't be any bloodshed, but now that you've ruined it, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really forget whose name is on this place!"

"Sha Meng!" Yang Wanqing called out.

Chen Che narrowed his eyes slightly and dodged to the side.

*Bang! *

A tall figure crashed down onto the spot where Chen Che had been standing.

"Kid, you dare to come to the Yang Family to run wild and hurt my men? If I, the Branch Manager of the Yang Family's security, don't teach you a lesson, you really won't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Sha Meng shouted, his True Qi erupting from within. Liu Qianqian and the other noblewomen exclaimed in unison: "A Martial Artist!"

Sha Meng was quite pleased with the reaction of the beautiful girls and said, "That's right, I am a Third-Rank Martial Artist! I am the one who guards the gates of the Yang Family!"

Chen Che sneered: "A watchdog!"

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples; Chen Che's words drew mockery from the noblewomen.

"He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Xia currently values martial arts, and Martial Artists are noble, but the number of Martial Artists is still very small. I never expected Yang Simin's family to have a Third-Rank Martial Artist guarding the house; my family only has a Second-grade Martial Artist."

"Hmph, that long-haired man is done for now. A man who doesn't respect women like this deserves to have his corpse thrown into the wilderness!"

"Exactly! Just because he has a little skill, he dares to come here and run wild, and he even did such an outrageous thing. Just wait, let's see how he kneels and begs for mercy in a moment!"

Liu Qianqian said, "That's right, he even glared at me just now! In a moment, I'm going to use my high heels to gouge his eyeballs out!"

With Sha Meng, a Third-Rank Martial Artist, holding the fort, Yang Wanqing was not afraid at all. Sha Meng was a Bodyguard she had hired at a high price specifically to prevent such things from happening.

In Shanghai, a Third-Rank Martial Artist was not considered very rare, but it was enough to deal with Chen Che. She had learned from Sha Meng that cultivation for a Martial Artist was extremely difficult; Sha Meng himself had only reached the Three-Rank Realm after twenty years of cultivation.

Even if Chen Che had gone to learn martial arts during his ten-year disappearance, it was impossible for him to beat Sha Meng.

"Sha Meng, don't kill him yet; just cripple him." Yang Wanqing looked at Chen Che with contempt; she wanted to beat Chen Che into a cripple and torture him slowly.

Sha Meng replied, "Yes, Madam."

Without warning, Sha Meng leaped forward, his sandbag-sized fist striking fiercely toward Chen Che.

Chen Che did not dodge or evade, meeting Sha Meng's fist with his own.

*Boom! *

The fists collided, and without the slightest stalemate, the sound of cracking bones reached everyone's ears.

However.

What happened in the next second exceeded everyone's expectations!

They saw Sha Meng's face gradually twist in pain, and his right arm, which had collided with Chen Che's, became bent like a winding mountain road, white bone piercing through skin and flesh, exposed.

Sha Meng screamed as he flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

"You... you... he is..." Sha Meng stammered, but before he could finish a sentence, Chen Che had already flashed over.

Sha Meng's eyes widened, fear surging from the soles of his feet to his crown; he no longer had his previous arrogant air. But before he could even beg for mercy, Chen Che had already grabbed his hair and—*thud! *—smashed his head against the wall, leaving him bloody.

*Thud! *

*Thud!! *

*Thud!!! *

Sha Meng had already passed out, but Chen Che did not stop; each blow was heavier than the last, and every sound seemed to strike into the hearts of everyone present. With every impact, the onlookers trembled.

Only when Sha Meng's brains were splattered did Chen Che stop.

Chen Che's hands were stained blood-red, and he turned his head to look at the others with an expressionless face.

The moment they made contact with Chen Che's gaze, Liu Qianqian suddenly shivered and sat down on the floor with a thud.

The other noblewomen had long since lost their arrogant air; some screamed and fled in a panic, while others had weak legs, trembling as they avoided Chen Che's gaze, as if that could give them a shred of comfort.

Chen Che ignored the others and walked straight toward his targets, Yang Wanqing and her daughter.

"Don't come any closer! Chen Che, no matter what, I am your stepmother; you cannot kill me!"

The miserable death of Sha Meng made Yang Wanqing realize a fact: the Chen Che of today was no longer the timid little brat of the past, but a god of slaughter who had returned to collect a debt.

Although she did not know what had happened to him over these ten years, she did not doubt for a second that Chen Che now possessed both the ability and the nerve to kill her.

Yang Simin had long since been scared senseless; having lived a life of luxury for ten years, where had she ever seen such a bloody scene? She clung tightly to Yang Wanqing and said, "Chen Che, don't come over! I won't blame you for ruining my birthday banquet, just leave quickly!"

Chen Che arrived before the mother and daughter, looked down at them from above, and said coldly, "What is owed must be repaid!"

"Stop!"

Just as Chen Che was about to reach out and grab Yang Wanqing, Liu Qianqian shouted to stop him.

"I don't know who you are. But when a Martial Artist breaks the law, it is the responsibility of the Patrol Department to handle it. My brother is a Deputy Commander of the Shanghai Magic City Patrol Department, and I have already called him."

Liu Qianqian shook the phone in her hand and continued, "In less than five minutes, my brother will bring people here. You have trespassed in a private residence and committed attempted murder; these crimes are enough to sentence you to death!"

Chen Che turned his head to stare at Liu Qianqian, who shivered and took half a step back, threatening, "I advise you to behave yourself; it would be best if you left right now. Otherwise, once my brother arrives, it will be too late for you to leave! Also, if you dare to harm me, my brother will absolutely not let you off!"

Chen Che smiled slightly at Liu Qianqian, grabbed Yang Wanqing by the throat, and lifted her off the ground.

Yang Simin screamed and lunged forward to beat Chen Che, only to be kicked away by him.

Liu Qianqian was startled; she had not expected Chen Che to be so deranged that he would not even fear the Patrol Department!

Biu!

A blue beam of light shot over; Chen Che tilted his head, and the beam grazed past the tip of his nose.

Several more beams of light shot over, forcing Chen Che to release Yang Wanqing and step back to dodge the attacks.

"Nobody move!"

A young man wearing a black uniform shouted and rushed in through the main gate with his men.

He was none other than the Deputy Commander of the Shanghai Magic City Patrol Department and Liu Qianqian's brother, Liu Yonglin.