Chapter 111: That Radiant Girl Like Spring

Money Biao’s blatant provocation nearly drove Huang Dashu to explode with rage, especially in front of the very benefactor he was desperately trying to curry favor with. In the past, he would have long since lost his temper, hurling curses and exchanging blows in the street. But things were different now.

Look at Mr. Jiang—calm and unshaken even as mountains crumble before him, elegant in demeanor, humble and courteous. This is the true bearing of a great man. He always refers to himself as “Jiang so-and-so,” a phrase that carries an unspoken aura of command without anger.

“Ahem… Huang here will ask you once more—if you don’t clear the way and apologize, you’ll bear the consequences!” Huang Dashu deliberately mimicked Jiang An’s manner as he spoke to Money Biao.

Had Huang Dashu, who usually swore like a sailor, really changed his tune? Money Biao watched Huang’s pretentious act with disdain, a ridiculous figure donning a crown. Then, enraged, he shouted, “Men, chop them up! Drag the people out of that car!”

Inside the car—

“Your Highness, I think I need to get out and deal with these vermin,” Fan Jun said to Jiang An, preparing to step out.

Jiang An stopped him. “No need. I’ll handle this. This isn’t Lin City—we don’t need words when fists will do.”

With that, he opened his eyes.

Chaotian Que!

Boom!

Ah!

The battlefield around the car, moments before about to erupt into fierce conflict, was suddenly replaced by a chorus of howls. Huang Dashu and his men froze, eyes wide in disbelief as their opponents were all slammed to the ground, struggling in vain to rise, as if crushed beneath an immense mountain, their screams trembling between fear and confusion.

What on earth had just happened?

Jiang An was pleased. As his cultivation advanced, the reach and force of the Chaotian Que technique grew stronger. It was perfect for dealing with these ant-like scoundrels. He pressed the car window down gently and said, “Bring the fat man beside Money Biao to me.”

Huang Dashu turned and saw Jiang An’s serene profile, immediately realizing the gravity of the situation. “Yes, yes! Hold on!”

“Both of you, drag that fat man over here!”

Huang Dashu, somewhat intimidated by the strange display from the enemy and mindful of his own status, issued the command.

The two henchmen exchanged glances, hesitated, then obediently approached, gingerly grasping the social brother’s clothes. Finding nothing unusual, they pulled him over, forcing him to kneel before Jiang An’s car window.

“Spare me! Spare me! Don’t eat me!” the social brother whimpered, utterly terrified, imagining Jiang An was some kind of monster who would devour him. If not for the supernatural technique he had just witnessed, how else could his side have been so easily overwhelmed? To Huang Dashu, it might as well have been a godly power.

“I’m asking you,” Jiang An began.

But the social brother kept pleading, “Don’t eat me, don’t eat me! I’m just a big lump of fat, not tasty at all. I know nothing, I’ve never killed anyone…”

“Behave!I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.