Lei Zhan felt a sudden numbness in his lower back, and before he knew it, his legs buckled beneath him, leaving him collapsing to the ground, unable to rise. The scene around them was one of utter chaos; the few remaining underlings who could still move scrambled to help Lei Zhan up. His spine was misaligned, making it impossible for him to sit upright without leaning heavily on his men for support.

Huang Quan’s muscles, once bulging with power, had now receded, revealing his original, strikingly handsome features. He casually walked over to Lei Zhan, crouched down beside him, and his face showed no emotion as he spoke. "Let’s discuss the matter of compensation."

"What?" Lei Zhan grimaced, thinking he must have misheard. This man had just wiped the floor with him and his crew, yet here he was, brazenly talking about compensation? "What do you mean by that?"

Huang Quan glanced around at the chaos—the overturned tables and chairs of the street-side eatery, the diners who had long since fled the scene. Inside the restaurant, the owner was cowering under the cashier’s counter, trembling with fear. With a calm expression, Huang Quan said, "You started this mess. The damages to the shop, the loss of customers—naturally, you’re responsible for compensating all of it."

"Bullshit—ah, ah, ah!" Lei Zhan tried to retort, but the pain from his injured spine cut his words short, leaving him gritting his teeth in agony. "If it weren’t for you, Huang Quan, I wouldn’t have wrecked the place! And look around—you're the only one here who’s unscathed. Who should really be paying for this? Damn it!"

Before Lei Zhan could finish his sentence, Huang Quan reached down and firmly grasped his injured back, causing Lei Zhan to grimace in pain, half of his face contorting. "Now, tell me—who should really be paying for this?"

Huang Quan's tone was serene, but the pressure from his grip intensified. "Alright, alright! I’ll pay! I’ll cover all the damages, everything the owner lost—I’ll take care of it!" Lei Zhan stammered, barely able to speak through the pain as he pleaded for mercy. He was willing to cover all the damages just to get out of there and rush to the hospital.

Satisfied with this response, Huang Quan finally released his grip. He stood up, looking down at Lei Zhan with an icy gaze. "The shopkeeper's compensation is settled. Now, let’s talk about my losses."

Lei Zhan nearly leapt up in fury at the suggestion. Trembling with rage, he pointed a shaky finger at Huang Quan. "Don’t push your luck, kid! I’ll cover the owner’s damages, fine—but what the hell do I owe you? I didn’t even lay a finger on you!"

"Hmph. If I weren’t stronger than you, we both know how this would’ve ended. Your intent to harm can’t be excused just because you failed," Huang Quan replied, wiping his palms and fixing Lei Zhan with a cold stare. "Let’s put the financial compensation aside. Tell me, did Ma Wendong send you?"

At the mention of Ma Wendong, Lei Zhan visibly hesitated. He hadn’t uttered Ma Wendong’s name once—how had this kid figured it out? But Huang Quan didn’t need Lei Zhan to answer; the man’s reaction had already confirmed his suspicion.

Huang Quan had no desire to keep tangling with Ma Wendong, but it seemed the man was intent on clinging to this grudge. If this continued, Ma Wendong might eventually uncover Huang Quan’s secrets. Since avoiding him was no longer an option, Huang Quan resolved to confront him head-on.

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Without further word to Lei Zhan, Huang Quan left the scene and headed straight to Tian Shang Ren Jian, where Ma Wendong had been spending his nights. As expected, upon entering the opulent nightclub, Huang Quan spotted Ma Wendong, who was raising a glass in a toast with the crowd around him.

Without a second thought, Huang Quan walked straight up to Ma Wendong, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out of the club. The onlookers were left in stunned silence, unsure of what had just transpired.

Once outside, Huang Quan unceremoniously released his grip, causing Ma Wendong to stumble and nearly fall to the ground, struggling to regain his balance.

"Who the hell dares to mess with me? Do you know who I—" Ma Wendong was cursing as he struggled to regain his balance, but when he saw who it was, the words died in his throat, and a shiver ran down his spine.

"Did you send Lei Zhan?" Huang Quan’s voice was cold and direct, without a single wasted word.

Ma Wendong’s eyes darted nervously. If Huang Quan was mentioning Lei Zhan, then they must have fought. And since Huang Quan was standing here unscathed... "Damn it, that Lei Zhan is useless!" Ma Wendong cursed inwardly. He quickly waved his hands, feigning ignorance. "Lei Zhan? I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

Huang Quan sneered. What a coward. He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Ma Wendong’s with icy determination. "Lei Zhan’s spine is broken. He can barely walk now. If you want to end up like him, keep lying."

Cold sweat began to trickle down Ma Wendong’s forehead. He knew exactly who Lei Zhan was, and if someone as formidable as Lei Zhan had been crippled by Huang Quan, then this man in front of him was nothing short of a demon. His legs began to tremble, and he stammered, "H-How much do you want? Name your price, and I’ll pay it if you let me go."

"Let you go? I was willing to let you off before, but you kept pushing me. Now you want mercy? Keep dreaming." Huang Quan’s voice was icy as he stepped closer, forcing Ma Wendong to retreat until he was backed against a wall, with nowhere left to go.

Ma Wendong’s legs nearly gave out as he faced Huang Quan’s murderous gaze. He leaned against the wall, barely able to stand, still trying to muster up some last-ditch bravado. "I-I’m telling you, Huang Quan, my family is one of the top fifteen in Longcheng! If you dare lay a finger on me, my family won’t let you off!"

Huang Quan narrowed his eyes, his expression full of mockery. "Oh? Your family is that powerful? I’m so scared!" He sneered, "Lei Zhan wanted an arm from me, and I think your arm looks pretty good. Should I do it, or will you?"

As Huang Quan spoke, he placed his hands on Ma Wendong’s arm.

With that, Ma Wendong couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed to his knees, a wet stain spreading between his legs. "Big brother, please! Just tell me how much you want, and I’ll pay it. I’ll transfer the money right now, just don’t take my arm."

His hands shaking, Ma Wendong fumbled to pull out his phone, his fingers trembling so much that he could barely press the buttons. Desperately, he managed to dial, terrified that if he delayed even a moment, he would lose both arms.

Huang Quan took a step back, standing calmly with his hands behind his back. His fist clenched slightly, and the tattoos on his body glowed faintly before fading, as a wisp of energy slipped into Ma Wendong’s body without him noticing.

Within minutes, Huang Quan’s phone chimed. He glanced at it—five million had just been deposited. Huang Quan smiled. "Your arms are worth quite a bit. Consider this your way out. But next time, if you come looking for trouble again, it won’t be so easy to settle."

He waved his phone at Ma Wendong and then walked away.

Ma Wendong remained kneeling on the ground, too weak to stand. He cursed silently, "Damn it, Huang Quan! Next time, I’ll make sure you’re dead before you even have a chance to fight back."

It took Ma Wendong a long time to gather the strength to get up. He didn’t feel like going back into the nightclub, so he headed home in defeat.

When he entered his house, he found Cao Tingting sitting on the sofa, watching TV. Seeing her, Ma Wendong’s thoughts immediately turned to Huang Quan. "Damn it! He humiliated me, scared me so bad I pissed myself, but I’ve got his woman. That means I win!"

With that thought in mind, Ma Wendong approached Cao Tingting and roughly pushed her onto the sofa. He tore at her nightgown, his anger and desire boiling over. But suddenly, his face contorted in pain, his brow furrowed, his cheeks paled, and his lips began to tremble.