Super War God in the City

"Uncle Wang, that's about enough!" Wang Anxiang's voice came through the invisible earpiece.

Tang Tiancheng watched the developments from his private room. Although he was satisfied, with nearly a thousand eyes watching the scene, it was not a place for excessive actions. Causing a death would be troublesome, so he reminded Wang Anxiang, noticing that Wang Jing seemed to be losing his rationality.

The atmosphere in the hall turned oppressively heavy as the stage fell silent. At Tian Yun, almost all the male performers were injured, and the females lay scattered on the ground in disarray.

Now, Tian Yun's only hope was the deputy head, Ling Fan, who had yet to appear. Otherwise, there was no suspense about the outcome—it was already sealed.

Feng Qiang lay at the edge of the stage, his eyes bloodshot. These people together held quite a reputation in Binzhou, yet he never imagined they would face such a fate on their own turf.

Zhou Tianlu lay on the ground, seeing stars, his face covered in blood, one side of his cheek swollen terribly high, teeth missing. He felt as if that slap had caused a concussion.

"Young Master Zhou, how are you?" Yun Fei propped herself up on one side, her brows furrowed with tense concern.

Supporting his head with one hand, Zhou Tianlu struggled to speak, "Don't worry, Sister Yun, I'm okay, not dying yet. How are you all doing?"

"Meng Ying!" Yun Fei quickly turned her head, just in time to see Li Mengying painfully clutching her ankle, obviously having twisted her foot.

Both women wore long dresses with high slits, narrowly avoiding exposure. Even so, their smooth and shapely legs made many men swallow hard in admiration.

"Sister Yun, I'm all right too, but Da Yong he..." Li Mengying glanced towards Qian Dayong, whose limbs were broken and lay unconscious, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yun Fei pursed her lips, her teeth biting into her red lips enough to draw blood, her face turning cold and icy, feeling as if a stone was lodged in her heart—a sensation of unbearable discomfort.

"Wang, your Hua Yi has gone too far!" Yun Fei bit out each word, her voice laden with endless coldness.

Wang Anxiang felt a slight shock in his heart, unexpectedly sensing a chill.

"I'm giving you face. Come with me now, and I can spare their lives," Wang Anxiang said calmly, ignoring the icy reception from Yun Fei.

"Sister Yun, don't listen to him. Whether you go or not, they won't let us off. Qiang Zi is seriously injured, Da Yong's limbs are all broken. These bastards never planned on showing any mercy to us.

If he really dares to take our lives, just let him try. If they don't kill me today, sooner or later I will see their downfall!" Zhou Tianlu gradually regained some clarity.

Remembering how the other party hadn't hit him with full force, he realized they must be wary, not daring to actually do him harm.

"Mingyue, don't take this the wrong way, but your Hua Yi has crossed the line. I know exactly what kind of person Tang Tiancheng is. Sister, once your contract is up, you should jump ship to our Kaihuang," Li Shishi said, frowning at the scene on stage.

"I..." Shangguan Yue had her own troubles, knowing all too well it wasn't easy to just leave.

"What, do they have something on you? I've heard that Tang Tiancheng often has his eyes on you; don't tell me you've fallen for his tricks?" Li Shishi was shocked.

If that were true, then Shangguan Yue would be in a dire situation, completely at the mercy of their whims, with no hope of turning things around.

"No, that's not it. With my identity, he wouldn't dare to mess around, and the company's higher-ups might turn a blind eye," Shangguan Yue whispered, obviously not very confident. After all, wasn't her presence here a form of capitulation?

"You scared me. That's good to hear. Listen to your sister. With things as they are, make preparations early. Staying with Hua Yi, you'll eventually meet the same fate.

I'll talk to Sister Zhang. The boss of Kaihuang is no ordinary person, and he isn't afraid of the Tang Family's power, not at all comparable to Tian Yun!" Li Shishi consoled her.

Shangguan Yue knew Li Shishi meant well and was tempted, but then she suddenly remembered her promise to Ling Fan to join Tian Yun.

He hesitated then said, "Let's talk about this after today's incident is over!"

She knew that Ling Fan, who had never shown himself before, had just landed from his flight. With such a big incident happening here, it was expected that he should be arriving soon. For some reason, she felt a hint of anticipation for Ling Fan.

"That's fine, I just wanted to give you a heads-up. As long as you know, that's all that matters. It's settled then!" Li Shishi declared, not open to discussion.

On the stage, Wang Anxiang walked step by step until he was close to Zhou Tianlu, looking down at him condescendingly, clearly displeased with Zhou Tianlu's resilience.

"The men of Tian Yun do have some backbone. However, I don't like it. I prefer those who are spineless. I may not want to kill you, but breaking your limbs, just like your Head of the Security Department, is still within my capabilities!" Wang Anxiang said indifferently and ruthlessly.

"President Yun, whether he can take care of himself in the future depends on your attitude!" Wang Anxiang stated coldly.

"Fuck..." Zhou Tianlu, overwhelmed with anger, cursed loudly.

But before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked to the ground by Wang Anxiang, immediately feeling an intense pain shoot through the spot where the kick landed on his abdomen, curling up on the ground, unable to speak for a moment.

"My patience is limited. You have three seconds to consider!" Wang Anxiang, recalling Tang Tiancheng's instructions, didn't dare delay any longer. Today's scene had become quite chaotic, and it was time to wrap things up. Your next journey awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

"Get someone to take them to the hospital immediately!" Yun Fei compromised after taking a deep breath.

"Heh, I knew President Yun was a wise person, knowing how to make choices. Come on, take these injured people to the hospital for treatment. President Yun has trouble moving, someone help her!" Wang Anxiang revealed a hint of a smile and directly ordered Wang Jing and the others behind him.

Adding Li Mengying to the list earlier had been his own decision; since Young Master Tang had not spoken, he didn't want to complicate matters further and simply chose to ignore her.

"Get lost!" Yun Fei's face was stern as she rebuked the two martial artists who came up to help her.

"I can walk on my own without anyone's help!"

"Sister Yun!" Li Mengying panicked, no longer caring about the sprain in her foot, and struggled to her feet.

"Don't worry, just wait for me to return," Yun Fei reassured her, though she herself did not feel very certain.

Li Mengying clenched her teeth, looking towards Wang Anxiang, and said in a firm voice, "Please ask Young Master Tang. I, Li Mengying, am willing to be used as a bargaining chip to exchange for President Yun's release. Isn't that his very purpose? Release all of them, and I can satisfy him!"

After making this statement, Li Mengying felt extremely anxious. She couldn't let Yun Fei take such a risk; she knew something about the relationship between Yun Fei and Ling Fan.

If Yun Fei were violated by that lecherous Tang Tiancheng, how would she ever face Ling Fan in the future?

As for her relationship with Ling Fan, there was none to speak of. Even if she were humiliated, she assumed he probably wouldn't care too much about it.

Furthermore, the image of Ling Fan had already taken residence in her heart, but her unrequited love seemed pathetic. Ling Fan had many women, and each was outstanding.

She, on the other hand, was known as the social butterfly, promiscuous, indiscreet, shameless—these were the filthy labels attached to her.

She loathed herself, feeling unworthy of Ling Fan, and lacking any right to his attention!

Perhaps, this way, she could draw his attention, make him remember her, even if it meant she would forever be unworthy of him and become a tainted woman.

"As long as I can make him remember me, it's enough," Li Mengying murmured to herself, recalling the first time she had arranged the banquet at Tian Hao Hotel and met Ling Fan, who was so defiant and domineering!

"Hehe, a wilted flower, a fallen woman, what right do you have to use yourself as a bargaining chip? Do you think Young Master Tang is a beggar?" Just as Li Mengying was lost in thought, a harsh voice of mockery suddenly rang out from below the stage.