"Don't say you weren't warned..."

Yang Yi's voice echoed in the ears of all the guests in the hall.

They looked at each other, some frowning, some disdainful, but most ignored Yang Yi and instead looked toward the Zhou family members still on stage.

Today, Yang Yi's actions were as if he had ground the Zhou family's dignity into the dirt. Would they really let it slide?

Not only that, but Yang Yi seemed a bit sinister. Not only did he refuse to leave, but he also stood at the door making threats. Was this man truly insane?

So at this moment, not only did no one leave, but some were eager to use this opportunity to curry favor with the Zhou family while they were disgraced, hoping to sell them a favor.

However, while they had the intention, the Zhou family had no desire to give them the chance.

After confirming that Zhou Feng was not in danger, Zhou Wanyou, the head of the Zhou family, exchanged a glance with Master Jin. In each other's eyes, they saw suspicion and gravity.

Although they didn't communicate, in that moment they reached a consensus: today's matter had to be handled properly!

Zhou Wanyou turned to the crowd below, his expression calm as he said, "I am Zhou Wanyou, and I thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to celebrate with my family. However, there has been an unexpected incident today. I ask that you give me some face and allow my family to handle this private matter. I would be most grateful."

The crowd exchanged uncertain looks. For a moment, they didn't know what to do; in truth, they still wanted to stay.

A middle-aged man in the front row, obese and with six or seven gemstone rings on his fingers, spoke up, "Old Zhou, I can offer my humble assistance to your family, as long as you don’t mind."

As soon as he spoke, others chimed in, all offering to help the Zhou family.

However, their noisy offers only caused Zhou Wanyou to frown, his face growing increasingly displeased.

Master Jin, standing beside him, wore a grim expression. He let out a cold snort and said directly, "Everyone, please leave."

His voice was icy, showing no consideration for the guests. But once he spoke, no one dared to argue; they quickly headed for the exit.

This clearly demonstrated the difference in status between the head of the Zhou family and Master Jin.

As the guests began to leave, those who first reached the exit were shocked by what they saw outside.

When they looked again at the young man standing like a rock at the door, their expressions had completely changed.

Earlier, they thought Yang Yi was a madman, a lunatic, trying to act tough despite knowing he'd fail. Now, they all fell silent.

"A dragon crossing the river!"

This phrase appeared in their minds. They finally realized that Yang Yi must have had something to rely on to come and cause trouble!

Suddenly, everyone understood that something major was about to happen at this Yun Ding Villa today.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Cars sped away rapidly. These were the people of lower status who dared not get involved, not even wanting to know what was about to happen.

The others turned their eyes to Madam Du—she was from the Shen family, after all.

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But to their surprise, Madam Du got into her car and left without the slightest intention of staying!

For a moment, everyone was astonished and left quickly, no one daring to linger.

Five minutes passed in an instant.

Yang Yi, his face calm, reentered the hall. The space, once luxurious, was now a mess.

Originally, there were only a dozen Zhou family bodyguards, but now four or five dozen surrounded the area, showing the strength of the Zhou family.

On stage, Master Jin glanced disdainfully at Yang Yi before turning to Zhou Wanyou and saying, "Interrogate him thoroughly, leave no loose ends. My people will come in an hour to clean up."

Zhou Wanyou bowed respectfully to Master Jin and said, "Master Jin, don't worry, I won't let this beast cause you any more trouble!"

Master Jin nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

Zhou Wanyou and his son Zhou Feng, who had regained consciousness and was sitting on the ground glaring venomously at Yang Yi, kept their distance.

"You little beast, no matter who you are, you shouldn't have messed with my family!" Zhou Wanyou said coldly.

"Why bother saying more? Attack! Don’t kill him—I want to skin him myself!" Zhou Feng growled.

Zhou Wanyou snorted coldly, frowning at his son.

At this moment, Yang Yi slowly began to advance.

Zhou Wanyou was stunned and said with a dark expression, "Trying to pull that 'capture the leader first' trick, huh? Fool! Attack!"

In an instant, a group of men charged at Yang Yi. Dozens of people surged forward, and Yang Yi was immediately engulfed in a tide of bodies!

Bang!

A muffled thud of fist meeting flesh rang out. In the next moment, a bodyguard flew through the air, knocking down a group of men. Yang Yi seized the opportunity and charged out at an impossible angle.

Seeing Yang Yi break through the encirclement in an instant, Zhou Wanyou was stunned, and Zhou Feng was dumbfounded.

Smack!

The scene seemed to replay as Yang Yi grabbed Zhou Feng by the throat once again, his eyes venomous, his expression twisted.

"You beast, how dare you!" Zhou Wanyou roared in fury, his rage boiling over!

He never imagined that with so many bodyguards attacking, his son would end up in the enemy's hands again. He wanted to slap himself in frustration.

But Yang Yi ignored everyone else. Grabbing Zhou Feng by the throat, he slapped him hard across the face.

Smack!

Zhou Feng's left cheek instantly swelled, and blood oozed from his eyes, mouth, and nose!

"You've committed sins that you must repay today!" Yang Yi said coldly. "This slap is for harming my daughter."

Zhou Wanyou, watching, felt his eyes bulge with rage. He pointed at Yang Yi, "You! How dare you! If you hit him again, my family will surely—"

Smack!

Another slap landed, and half of Zhou Feng's face swelled up like a pig's head. The struggle drained out of him, and he went limp like a dead fish, passing out from the blow.

Yang Yi frowned, as this slap was meant for his wife, Shen Xue, but Zhou Feng could no longer hear it!

But that didn't matter; he raised his hand again...

Smack!

Another slap!

"Ah! Kill him, kill him for me!" Zhou Wanyou roared in fury, pointing at Yang Yi.

Instantly, the bodyguards, who had been hesitating, no longer delayed and rushed forward.

Yang Yi let out a cold snort and then slapped down hard.

Crack!

Zhou Feng's head spun a full circle on his neck!

This sight was too much for Zhou Wanyou, already burning with rage. His vision went black, and he staggered back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the next moment, the sound of furious punches rang out.

Yang Yi struck with heavy blows, and before coming, he had already investigated the Zhou family's bodyguards. There were no good people among them, so each punch he threw shattered bones. Anyone he struck was left crippled for life.

He didn't kill them—not because they didn't deserve it, but because sometimes, living is worse than dying.

The sound of breaking bones echoed in the hall, and within seconds, half of the fifty-odd bodyguards had fallen!

The remaining men were either in disbelief or stunned, but Zhou Wanyou, supporting himself as he got up, took a long knife handed to him by someone nearby. He glanced at his dead son, let out a howl of grief, and charged at Yang Yi like a vengeful ghost...