The words had barely fallen.
Li Pingan entered, bringing Qian Kun, the first-rate master from the Emperor's Nightclub.
Everyone gasped as Li Pingan appeared.
No one had expected the elusive Fifth Master Li himself to show up.
"Greetings, Fifth Master!"
Sun Fan quickly bowed.
Huang Haoran and Liang Dayong also revealed looks of nervousness and intense excitement.
Fifth Master Li's ruthlessness was common knowledge.
Chen Nan's act of violence at the Emperor's Nightclub today was like provoking a powerful being.
Chen Nan looked behind him.
A man about 1.8 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, exuded an imposing aura even without being angry.
"Anyone I want dead, even the King of Heaven, cannot save them!" Chen Nan's gaze was indifferent, then he lifted his foot and stomped heavily towards Shen Fei's right leg.
"You are courting death!"
Qian Kun moved.
The speed of a first-rate master was incredibly fast.
He appeared before Chen Nan like an afterimage, intending to stop him.
"Scram!"
Chen Nan kicked Qian Kun, sending him flying into the wall.
"What?"
"Holy hell, what did I just see?"
"That was a first-rate master, and he was kicked away with one kick?"
The spacious room 1208 fell silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at Qian Kun spitting blood on the ground.
No one had expected Chen Nan's strength to be this terrifying.
Li Pingan's eyes also showed deep shock.
This person could overpower Qian Kun, a first-rate master; could he have reached the Grandmaster level?
A Grandmaster-level expert in his twenties was a rarity in the entire martial world.
Someone like this, even Li Pingan, would not dare to offend lightly.
Just as Chen Nan's right foot was about to land.
Li Pingan was shocked to discover a black jade thumb ring on his left thumb. The ring bore a lifelike dragon.
"Stop!"
Li Pingan screamed, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with shock.
Crack!
Chen Nan completely ignored him and brought his foot down, crushing Shen Fei's right kneecap.
Shen Fei's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The shattered kneecap pierced his skin, and bright red blood quickly stained the ground.
"I said, even the King of Heaven cannot save anyone I want dead." Chen Nan was like a god of death, his aura chilling everyone to the bone.
Li Pingan swallowed hard, nervously asking, "May I see the thumb ring you are wearing?"
At this moment.
Everyone held their breath.
No one knew why Li Pingan was so agitated.
"Are you from one of the Eight Great Families?" Chen Nan raised his eyebrows. Although he wore a treasured artifact passed down from the Wu Sect, ordinary people, other than those from the outer eight families, could not recognize the origin of this thumb ring.
Thud!
Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, Li Pingan prostrated himself on the ground, crying out piously, "Eighty-eighth generation disciple of the Red Handkerchief, Li Pingan, pays respects to the Ancestor!"
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Everyone's minds buzzed.
What was happening?
How could the high and mighty Fifth Master Li kneel before Chen Nan and call him Ancestor?
Qian Kun, standing beside him, also widened his eyes.
He and Li Pingan were both from the [Red Handkerchief], also known as the Gate of Opera.
Although he had heard that the Wu Sect had a new leader, he never expected him to be so young.
Without further thought, he endured the pain and knelt before Li Pingan, saying piously, "Eighty-eighth generation disciple of the Red Handkerchief, Qian Kun, pays respects to the Ancestor. This junior did not know of the Ancestor's arrival, and I beg the Ancestor for punishment!"
"So you are from the Seventh Great Family." Chen Nan snorted indifferently. The Red Handkerchief ranked seventh among the outer eight families.
Coupled with the fact that both were eighty-eighth generation disciples, it was natural for them to call him Ancestor, given that Chen Nan was a thirty-second generation direct disciple.
Li Pingan knelt there, filled with fear and trepidation, "This junior was unaware of the Ancestor's identity and begs the Ancestor for forgiveness for any offense."
"Ignorance is no crime. Rise!"
Chen Nan turned and sat on the sofa.
Huang Haoran stood as if petrified.
Liang Dayong was also filled with terror.
The most terrified was Shen Fei.
He had been fantasizing about Fifth Master Li helping him get revenge.
But he never dreamed that the high and mighty, powerful Fifth Master Li would call Chen Nan Ancestor!
"Sun Fan, what exactly happened? Who offended the Ancestor?" Li Pingan, after rising, immediately asked who had offended Chen Nan.
Sun Fan said fearfully, "Fifth Master, it was Liang Dayong and Huang Haoran, and Shen Fei. Before Shen Fei came here, he had broken the legs of the Ancestor's father!"
"What?" Li Pingan became furious, his commanding aura spreading like a tide.
Sweating profusely, he said to Chen Nan, "Ancestor, I was unaware of the past transgressions of Shen Fei and the others. Had I known, I would never have harbored them. Rest assured, Ancestor, I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
Li Pingan was an eighty-eighth generation disciple of the Red Handkerchief, and without the cultivation of the Red Handkerchief, he would not have achieved what he had today.
Moreover, the outer eight families placed great importance on seniority and respect.
Although Chen Nan was young, he was the highest-ranking Ancestor among the outer eight families.
If others knew he had harbored the culprits who broke Chen Nan's father's legs, Li Pingan could be accused of betraying his sect and ancestors.
This was a charge he could not bear.
Shen Fei was so scared he lost control of his bodily functions and quickly said, "Fifth Master, we were just taking money to do a job. It was Zhao Yuan of the Zhao Group. Zhao Yuan ordered us to break Mr. Chen's father's legs."
"Even so, you must pay the price you deserve!" Li Pingan signaled to Qian Kun, "Break their limbs and sink them into Mingyue Lake!"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Fei and the others panicked, begging for mercy.
"Just break their limbs!" Chen Nan said.
Although these people were guilty, their crimes did not warrant death.
He did not want to increase his karmic debt!
Qian Kun glared at Shen Fei and the others, "Why aren't you thanking the Ancestor for his mercy?"
"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for sparing our lives!"
"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for sparing our lives!"
Shen Fei and the others wept.
To have their limbs broken and then thank the perpetrator, where could they reason such a thing?
Then Qian Kun walked to the fire cabinet, took out a fire extinguisher, and smashed it directly at Shen Fei.
Crack, crack, crack!
The sound of cracking bones and splashing blood was incessant.
Shen Fei's features contorted, his limbs broken, and he lay in a pool of blood.
"And the rest of you!"
Qian Kun then turned his gaze to Shen Fei's few henchmen.
Moments later.
Room 1208 had become a slaughterhouse.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, accompanied by the tragic screams of those men, the scene was exceedingly gruesome.
"Throw these people at the entrance of the Chen Group." Chen Nan lit a cigarette. He wanted to use this act to intimidate Zhao Yuan, to let him await the arrival of the one-month deadline in fear and despair.
Li Pingan looked down at Shen Fei, "Do you know what to say and what not to say?"
"I know, I know!" Shen Fei was in excruciating pain, but his mind was clear. Chen Nan did not want his identity revealed.
After the staff from the Emperor's Nightclub carried Shen Fei and the others away.
Li Pingan turned his gaze to Liang Dayong and Huang Haoran, his eyes like knives, sharp and piercing, "I heard you two also offended the Ancestor?"