Super War God in the City

The audience below was a bit stupefied by this sudden turn of events, unsure what kind of side show was playing out. Director Wang Anxiang's frowning and silent demeanor on the stands seemed to betray a sense of apprehension.

It looked as though things might be more interesting than expected, and they promptly began to inquire about the identity of this so-called Young Master Ling from the people around them.

"Do any of you know the background of this Young Master Ling they're talking about?" someone immediately began to ask around.

The audience below exchanged glances, racking their brains but failing to recall who this Young Master Ling could be.

Just then, Wang Jing on stage continued to throw a tantrum.

"Fuck it all, it's just a deputy director of the security department, and look how cocky you all are! Shit, up till now, I haven't even seen that asshole's face; he probably turned tail and ran already!" Wang Jing said with a look of disdain.

"Deputy director of the Tianyun Security Department in the audience, please come up to the stage and be adored by the VIPs here. Let me witness the elegance of Deputy Director Ling of the Tianyun Security Department!"
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Wang Jing deliberately stretched the tone of her voice in a weird way, her tone full of disdain and mockery.

Recalling the humiliation and defeat she'd faced last time, which felt like a fishbone stuck in her throat making her restless, she swore in her heart that if Ling Fan dared to show up this time, she would tear him to pieces.

"What... what? The deputy director? I must be hearing things. Is this Tianyun's trump card?" Many in the audience couldn't help but ask themselves the same question three times over in their heads.

"This deputy director of Tianyun Security Department seems to be no ordinary person. To be entrusted with high hopes by Tianyun and taken so seriously by Director Wang must mean he has some background and skills!" someone murmured to themselves below.

"Hehe, a capable deputy director? I'm looking forward to it!" another person said with an awkward smile, turning their head to look around.

At this moment, following Wang Jing's recent outburst, everyone below began to look around themselves, searching for the deputy director of the Tianyun Security Department.

Listening to the surrounding voices filled with disdain, mockery, and teasing, Shangguan Yue, sitting in a corner next to Li Shishi, was somewhat dazed.

"Tianyun, deputy director, Ling Fan?" Shangguan Yue stared blankly at the stage, murmuring to herself.

The young man she had met on the plane not long before was also named Ling Fan, from Tianyun, and seemed to be the deputy director of the Security Department. Could it be him?

Li Shishi sighed next to her, "Tianyun is really hopeless, a mere deputy director – not even the official one – what good can he do? It's a disgrace!"

"Not... not necessarily!" Shangguan Yue stammered, feeling indescribable inside.

"What's not necessarily so? Tianyun has no one else useful. They even brought out their deputy director. That official one standing in front of President Yun on stage is useless; if the official is useless, what good is the deputy?" Zhang Qiao suddenly appeared beside them, speaking disdainfully.

"I was wondering where you two had run off to. Why don't you take Mingyue to the VIP seats?" Zhang Qiao straightened her hair thrown back over her ears, asking Li Shishi.

Shangguan Yue's nickname was Mingyue, and everyone in their circle was accustomed to calling her that.

"Sister Zhang, it's too conspicuous over there, and Mingyue and I aren't from the same company. We don't want to cause any trouble with the Hua Yi people seeing us!" Li Shishi explained.

Zhang Qiao knew Li Shishi had always been indifferent towards Hua Yi and tried to avoid their leaders in public, not wanting to have too much interaction with them; she found this quite agreeable, hoping to prevent Hua Yi from trying to poach Li Shishi.

"Sister Zhang!" Shangguan Yue greeted politely, as the social circles were not that large and everyone knew each other.

"No need to be so formal; you two talk, I will not disturb you. Today's occasion is rather special. If there's nothing else, you should leave soon. The performances and all that are probably ruined!" Zhang Qiao advised before heading back to the exclusive VIP area.

Onstage, Qian Dayong was enraged.

"Wang, don't you get too smug. Young Master Ling is not someone you can insult. If you've got the guts, swagger before Young Master Ling's face and let's see."

"You know Young Master Ling is not here today, and that's why you dare to show your claws and act tough. You really think you're something? You're not even fit to carry our Young Master Ling's shoes! Pah."

Although Qian Dayong doesn't talk much on ordinary days, when he gets angry, he sure has a way with words, putting Wang Jing in a state where his hair stands on end, and he's seething with anger.

"F*ck you! You don't know the situation, do you? Men, break his arms and legs for me. Keep calling for Young Master Ling, I want to see who can save you now!" Wang Jing roared, loudly ordering the people behind him.

Upon hearing this, the martial artist behind Wang Anxiang hesitated slightly. He was at Wang Anxiang's command, and seeing that he made no move and remained silent, the martial artist got the hint, dashed out at once, and charged at Qian Dayong without any hesitation.

Yun Fei's expression changed drastically as she urgently called out, "Stop it!"

They were all ordinary people, completely powerless in front of a martial artist, mere punching bags to be beaten, and wasn't it evident when even Feng Qiang with a gun proved useless?

Before the people from Tianyun could react, the martial artist had already reached Qian Dayong, kicking him to the ground with one blow.

"Crack!"

Qian Dayong grunted, collapsed to the ground, one of his legs clearly broken.

Yun Fei's face was tight with tension, and her palms were cold. Without Ling Fan, the pillar of their company, Tianyun had been humiliated to the core today.

Zhou Tianlu's face was dark with anger, and his heart was clogged with frustration. Even though they were in a weaker position, he didn't feel any cowardice.

Li Mengying's expression changed uncertainly. Continuing like this was no solution, and in the end, they couldn't escape that fate, causing Qian Dayong and others to suffer undeserved calamities.

Rather than that, it was better to sacrifice herself to ensure everyone else's safety. After all, Tang Tiancheng was only after their beauty.

She had some confidence in her own looks and, secretly weighing the options, had made a difficult decision.

"You really think you're tough, huh? Aren't you a big fan of that Young Master Ling you keep mentioning? Why don't you have him come and save you? Do you want me to lend you a phone to call for help?" Wang Jing said with a sinister smirk.

He had people investigate Ling Fan's whereabouts these past few days. The guy had disappeared off the face of the earth, not even casting a shadow, which made Wang Jing wonder if Ling Fan had fled from Tianyun after messing with Hua Yi due to a guilty conscience.

This suspicion wasn't baseless because Xiao Chubing wasn't in Binzhou either. Although Ling Fan was somewhat capable, he had only climbed up to being the vice-director of the security department by clinging to her.

With both husband and wife gone at this critical time, it was natural for him to suspect something fishy, especially since they knew that the Xinghua Banquet was moved to Binzhou specifically to target Tianyun yet chose to disappear instead of standing guard at home.

Qian Dayong lay on the ground, his face pale, teeth clenched against the severe pain from his broken leg, but his gaze remained unusually firm.

Ling Fan had been absent from the company for a long time; he must have been dealing with something important, momentarily detained.

"You'll regret this. When Young Master Ling returns, he won't let you off. Today you broke my leg, but the day Young Master Ling is back, he will surely leave you completely disabled!" Qian Dayong gritted his teeth and spoke deliberately.

As soon as Qian Dayong spoke, Yun Fei and the others couldn't help but change their expressions, worrying for him.

They knew him well; Qian Dayong was stubborn and didn't understand the virtue of moderation. In the current situation, it was better to be soft than confrontational. A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, and being tough with your words only invites worse luck.

Unfortunately, Qian Dayong was just that kind of stubborn, the more you threatened and hurt him, the tougher he got—like a spring, the more you press it, the stronger it bounces back.

"Da Yong, shut up!" Yun Fei quickly interjected, scolding him.

"Fine, fine, fine, I want to see just how tough your mouth can be, motherf*cker. Break another one of his legs for me!" Wang Jing's anger was fully ignited, and he exploded with another shout.