The sun was setting, the afterglow like blood.
Outside the Lou Lan private room, Wang Zhisheng, Ye Rui, Song Chenglong, and Liu Hu stood frozen, their faces filled with shock, like four lifelike stone statues.
Moments ago, Jiang Wuming had spoken no superfluous words to Wang Zhisheng, directly severing one of his hands, leaving them dumbfounded.
Now, just as they were recovering from their shock, Jiang Wuming had ordered Wang Zhisheng to kneel and apologize to Su Qiang, and to call Su Qiang "Grandpa."
Not only them, but even Su Qiang was somewhat dazed.
He had seen Jiang Wuming intending to stand up for him, but he hadn't expected Jiang Wuming to be so formidable.
Only Qin Xiaozhi remained composed.
He was one of the people in the world who knew Jiang Wuming best.
Due to his background and childhood experiences, Jiang Wuming was deeply loyal and the type of person who would go through fire and water for his friends and family.
Since Jiang Wuming had acknowledged Su Qiang and helped him become a martial artist, it meant he considered Su Qiang as one of his own.
In such a situation, with Su Qiang being bullied by Wang Zhisheng, Jiang Wuming was bound to make a powerful stand for Su Qiang—this was all within Qin Xiaozhi's expectations!
In fact, in his opinion, if this wasn't the Dragon Country, Wang Zhisheng would have been a corpse by now!
Meanwhile, Xia Dong blinked her big, dark eyes, looking at Jiang Wuming with curiosity.
Ever since she learned that Jiang Wuming was Jiang Zhan's son, she had been full of curiosity about him.
And the events of today had only intensified her curiosity—what exactly was his backing to be so formidable?
"You... What did you say?!"
Then, before Xia Dong could figure it out, Wang Zhisheng was the first to snap out of his shock, roaring with anger, his body trembling.
"Jiang Wuming, do you know what you're doing? You're trampling on the rules of the Martial Department!"
Ye Rui also spoke, his face grim as he stared at Jiang Wuming, enunciating each word: "As I said before, no matter what you do, the Ye family will not concern themselves with your survival.
Furthermore, considering your actions, even if the Ye family were willing to protect you out of consideration for your mother, they wouldn't be able to.
In fact, even if your father crawled out of his grave, he couldn't save you!"
"Ye Rui, do you want to interfere in this matter?"
Hearing Ye Rui's words, Jiang Wuming narrowed his eyes, fixing a cold gaze on Ye Rui, a terrifying aura instantly sweeping towards Ye Rui.
Swish!
In that instant, Ye Rui's expression changed drastically.
At that moment, he felt as if he were being stared at by a resurrected demon king, his chest feeling as if a great mountain were pressing down on it, extremely suffocating.
That oppressive feeling made him stiffen all over, his legs feeling weak, as if he might collapse at any moment.
He could not withstand Jiang Wuming's oppressive aura!
"Ye Rui, while the Ye family may seem unreachable to others, they are nothing in my eyes. I never thought of returning to the Ye family, nor did I wish for their protection.
My previous visit was solely out of consideration for my mother, not wanting to force the Ye family into an awkward or embarrassing position!"
Just as Ye Rui was unable to resist Jiang Wuming's oppressive aura, Jiang Wuming spoke coldly, his voice suddenly rising at the end.
"Also, let me remind you, out of respect for my mother, I will not pursue your insult to my father just now. But this is the last time!"
"Thump—"
As Jiang Wuming's words fell, Ye Rui could no longer bear the oppressive aura and collapsed onto the ground.
When Jiang Wuming uttered the words 'the last time,' Ye Rui felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell, his soul trembling!
Because the only shred of rationality he had left told him that if Jiang Wuming hadn't been holding back out of consideration for Ye Jinmei, he would have acted against him just as he had against Wang Zhisheng.
"Hoo... hoo..."
Under the setting sun, Ye Rui lay on the ground, no longer speaking with the commanding and arrogant tone he had before. Instead, he panted heavily, dispelling the fear in his heart and calming his emotions.
"Ugh..."
Seeing this, Song Chenglong and Liu Hu were completely stunned!
To them, who came from ordinary families, Ye Rui, a young master of the Ye family, was a towering figure.
They even felt honored to be able to share a meal with Ye Rui!
And at this very moment, that existence they saw as being on a pedestal was lying on the ground like a dead dog at Jiang Wuming's feet.
The impact this had on them was simply unimaginable!
Not only them, but even Wang Zhisheng hadn't expected that Jiang Wuming would completely disregard Ye Rui and not care about the Ye family at all, even almost acting against Ye Rui!
"Good."
Amidst his shock, Wang Zhisheng spoke.
Although he didn't know what gave Jiang Wuming the confidence to act so formidably, he knew very well that if he didn't do as Jiang Wuming had said, it wouldn't just be a severed hand; he might have his legs broken and be forced to kneel on the ground!
In such a situation, he made a decisive choice, abandoning the pride of a young master of the Wang family, choosing to avoid Jiang Wuming's edge and prevent further injury.
"Thump—"
As he finished speaking, Wang Zhisheng directly knelt on the ground in front of everyone, looking at Su Qiang, who was behind Jiang Wuming, with a face full of humiliation. He forced himself to say, "Grandpa, I was wrong, please spare me."
No response.
Under the setting sun, Su Qiang looked dazed.
Not long ago, he had fallen into Wang Zhisheng's trap, been injured by Wang Zhisheng, and trampled underfoot.
He could even recall Wang Zhisheng's arrogant words.
"You little mongrel from the bottom, you can't afford to offend a dragon from the heavens!
Fine, I won't report this to the school, but from now on, you must call me Grandpa whenever you see me, understand?!"
And... at this very moment, Wang Zhisheng was kneeling on the ground like a fawning dog, begging him for mercy.
This stark contrast made Su Qiang feel as if he were in a dream!
"Crack!"
Then, before Su Qiang could snap out of his daze and respond to Wang Zhisheng, Song Chenglong gritted his teeth, formed his left hand into a blade, and severed the bone of his right arm with a chop.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Seeing Song Chenglong's action, Liu Hu snapped out of his stupor and began slapping himself.
At this moment, they were all following Jiang Wuming's previous instructions, punishing themselves as a form of redemption!
Because, in their eyes, even a big shot like Ye Rui had been scared into paralysis, and Wang Zhisheng had his arm severed and was forced to kneel and beg for mercy; their stubborn resistance would only lead to their deaths!
"Scram!"
After Liu Hu finished ten slaps, Jiang Wuming saw that Su Qiang was still in a daze and let out a cold roar.
Hearing the highly insulting word "scram," whether it was Song Chenglong, Liu Hu, Ye Rui, or Wang Zhisheng, none of them dared to say another word. Instead, like defeated soldiers, they fled as if running away.
Among them, as Wang Zhisheng left, he picked up the severed right wrist that Jiang Wuming had cut off, hoping to see if it could be reattached.
"Qiangzi, why didn't you call me immediately when Wang Zhisheng bullied you earlier?"
Jiang Wuming withdrew his gaze, walked in front of Su Qiang, and spoke to awaken him, asking the question that was on his mind.
"Wu... Wuming Ge, you changed my life, you have a debt of gratitude with me, I didn't want to cause you trouble."
Su Qiang lowered his head, his eyes red, and said softly.
"Qiangzi, we don't seek trouble, but we are not afraid of it either."
Hearing this, Jiang Wuming placed his hand on Su Qiang's shoulder and said earnestly, "From now on, if anyone bullies you again, tell me immediately—if the sky falls, I will bear it!"
No response.
Su Qiang looked up, his eyes red as he looked at Jiang Wuming.
At this moment.
His heart was filled with emotion, and he wanted to respond to Jiang Wuming, but his throat felt as if something were stuck, preventing him from uttering a single word. He could only let tears stream down his face, blurring his vision.
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