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As soon as the morning sunlight peeked through the gaps in the iron fence of the manor, the open-air training ground in the Han family's backyard was already bustling with activity.

Seven or eight burly men stood in the center of the concrete square, all wearing black vests, their muscles gleaming in the sunlight.

Han Ruobing changed into a fitted black tracksuit, tied her hair in a ponytail, and held a steaming cup of black coffee in her hand, leaning against the railing in the distance.

Li Haotian was still wearing the same wrinkled Brazilian suit as last night, with the unlit cigarette butt dangling from his mouth, his hands in his pockets, squinting as he watched the group tinker with the stone lock.

"Young Miss, the security of our Han family has always relied on solid military achievements and sheer force."

A man nearly 1.9 meters tall, with arms thicker than Li Haotian's thighs, walked out of the crowd, his voice like muffled thunder.

His codename is Leng Feng. It is said that he spent five years in the jungles of the Southern Border. He is the best among the Han family's bodyguards and is also known as the chief.

Leng Feng glanced sideways at Li Haotian's exposed black socks and snorted coldly.

"The brothers won't agree to having a car mechanic as their bodyguard. If word gets out, where will the Han family's reputation be?"

Han Ruobing took a sip of coffee without even lifting her eyelids.

"He doesn't fix cars, he fixes lives."

"You'll have to get past me first."

Leng Feng took a step forward, and the grass beneath his feet was trampled into a hole.

He pointed at Li Haotian's nose, his voice echoing throughout the entire training ground.

"Kid, let's skip the formalities and have a sparring match. The loser has to take off all his clothes, run three laps around the manor, and shout 'I'm trash' three times in the process."

The bodyguards around started making a fuss, whistling incessantly.

Li Haotian picked at his ear and tilted his head to look at Han Ruobing.

"Is this job included in the 50,000 yuan?"

Han Ruobing put down her coffee cup and gestured with her chin toward Leng Feng.

"Beat him, and we'll add another 20,000."

Li Haotian smiled, a smile that looked somewhat simple and honest in the morning breeze.

He took two steps forward, his hands still in his pockets, showing no intention of taking them out.

"Alright, let's get started."

Leng Feng felt humiliated, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like earthworms.

"court death!"

He let out a low roar and his body shot towards Li Haotian like a cannonball.

Those large, hairy hands opened, and a shrewd chokehold was aimed straight at Li Haotian's neck.

Li Haotian lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body slid half a meter to the side and back in an uncanny way.

Leng Feng's fingers brushed past Li Haotian's collar, but he grasped at nothing.

"Hide? Let's see how long you can hide!"

Leng Feng turned around, his waist and hips moving in unison, and a whip kick, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, struck Li Haotian's lower back.

Li Haotian bent his knees slightly, his whole body like a willow branch swaying in the wind, and dodged away again with the force.

In the next three minutes, a comical scene unfolded on the training field.

Leng Feng was sweating profusely, unleashing a barrage of punches, side kicks, and over-the-shoulder throws, each aimed at Li Haotian's vital points.

But Li Haotian was like a boneless man, his hands always in his pockets, his feet taking tiny steps, and he didn't even drop that rotten cigarette butt.

Leng Feng didn't even touch the hem of Li Haotian's clothes; instead, he was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

"Are you a monkey? You fucking stop right there!"

Leng Feng unleashed his final punch, gathering all his strength, the fist vibrating through the air as it slammed into Li Haotian's face.

Li Haotian didn't dodge this time.

His eyes were clear, and when the fist was only three centimeters away from him, his right index finger peeked out from the gap in his pocket.

The movements were very gentle, like an old farmer pointing out crops.

The index finger struck Leng Feng's fist, which was as big as a clay pot, with pinpoint accuracy.

"Click!"

A crisp, clear sound of bones dislocating rang out in the deathly silent training ground.

Leng Feng was stunned, as if he had been electrocuted, and his offensive momentum instantly froze.

His face went from flushed to deathly pale in an instant, and his right arm hung limply down like a kite with a broken string.

"ah--!"

Leng Feng screamed in pain, clutching his dislocated shoulder and collapsing to his knees with a thud.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the pain made his lips tremble.

Li Haotian put his fingers back into his pocket and looked down at him.

"What's the point of calling it? Just take it back."

The bodyguards around were completely dumbfounded; some of them didn't even notice when their walkie-talkies fell to the ground.

Leng Feng was writhing on the ground in pain, his words becoming incoherent.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, have mercy...Put it back on...It hurts so much..."

Li Haotian sighed and was about to reach out to stop Leng Feng.

Suddenly, a frantic honking of horns came from the direction of the manor gate.

"Clang!"

Two black SUVs violently slammed open the side gate and drove straight into the training field, leaving two black marks on the grass.

The car door opened, and several men dressed in designer suits and wearing sunglasses jumped out.

The leader was a young man in his early twenties with flamboyantly dyed silver hair, carrying a diamond-encrusted walking stick.

Zhao Tianming, the second young master of the Zhao family.

They are also the Han family's biggest rival in the East China Sea business world.

"Han Ruobing, shouldn't we settle our accounts today?"

Zhao Tianming walked over with a pigeon-toed gait, his walking stick tapping loudly on the floor tiles.

He didn't even glance at Leng Feng kneeling on the ground, and walked straight up to Han Ruobing.

"My dad said that half of the 'goods' in the basement must be given to the Zhao family, otherwise tomorrow night's marriage proposal party will turn into a funeral for you."

Han Ruobing's face was even colder than before, and her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"Zhao Tianming, this is the Han family home. Don't go too far."

"Too much?"

Zhao Tianming sneered and reached out to lift Han Ruobing's chin.

"I'm here today with my men to haul away goods, let's see who dares to stop me..."

He had only reached halfway when a calloused hand grabbed his wrist.

Li Haotian appeared in front of Han Ruobing at some point.

"Young Master Zhao, is that right? Just talk, it's not good to get physical."

Li Haotian wore a professional fake smile, but there was no real smile in his eyes.

Zhao Tianming was stunned for a moment, then burst into a tirade of curses.

"Where did this bumpkin come from? Get the hell out of my way!"

He tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person's hand was like a red-hot iron clamp, firmly welded to him.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap echoed across the empty training field.

Li Haotian slapped Zhao Tianming across the face with a backhand.

The slap was extremely powerful; Zhao Tianming spun around twice like a top and flew five meters sideways.

He rolled several times on the ground and crashed into a concrete pillar, losing several of his front teeth.

Zhao Tianming, his face swollen like a pig's head, sat in the mud, dazed.

Li Haotian clapped his hands and calmly pulled out the tattered cigarette from his pocket.

"I'll just ask you one question: Are you being polite?"

"Kill him! Open fire!"

Zhao Tianming let out a hoarse roar like a broken bellows, trembling with rage.

The six bodyguards who came with him reacted very quickly, simultaneously drawing their black pistols from their waists.

Six gun barrels were simultaneously pointed at Li Haotian's head.

Han Ruobing gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to back away.

The Han family bodyguards around them panicked and reached for their weapons.

Li Haotian's eyes changed at that moment.

That original honest and simple demeanor vanished without a trace, replaced by a kind of oppressive feeling that made your skin crawl.

His blood seemed to sense a provocation, and a scalding power spread along his spine.

Centered on Li Haotian, the air within a ten-meter radius seemed to have been sucked out in an instant.

An invisible ripple spread outwards.

The six armed bodyguards suddenly felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The metal on the gun handles became incredibly slippery, and their fingers gripped the triggers tightly, but they couldn't press them down.

Their hands began to tremble violently, the trembling even causing their bones to rattle.

An indescribable fear surged from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

In their eyes, Li Haotian seemed to have become an insurmountable mountain.

That kind of cold is not the chill brought by the season, but rather the natural instinct of life towards its predators.

Six men, six guns.

But all that could be heard on the training field was the grinding of teeth; not a single gunshot rang out.

Li Haotian took a step forward.

The bodyguards retreated in unison, as if they had seen a ghost.

Li Haotian walked up to Zhao Tianming and looked down at the second young master who was already terrified.

"The goods are downstairs. Do you have the ability to get them?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a heavy hammer to Zhao Tianming.

As Zhao Tianming looked into Li Haotian's eyes, which were beginning to glow with a faint golden light, he suddenly felt a warm sensation in his crotch.

This domineering second young master of the East China Sea was so scared in front of so many people that he wet himself.

Li Haotian squatted down, picked up the walking stick that had fallen next to Zhao Tianming, and twisted it forcefully.

The alloy stick in his hands was like cooked noodles, twisted into a regular knot.

He tossed the knot into Zhao Tianming's arms and turned to look at the group of bodyguards who stood there, guns raised but unable to move.

"Who else wants to teach me how to do things?"

The entire place was deathly silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Han Ruobing stood behind Li Haotian, staring intently at the back of the man in the cheap suit, her heart filled with shock.

She thought she had found a talisman, but now it seems she has invited back a killing god.

Li Haotian lit his cigarette again, his eyes fixed on the shadows of the villa.

There, an old and cold face stared intently at everything through the gap in the curtains.

Han Dehai, the head of the Han family.

Li Haotian's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold arc.

He knew that the real contest had not yet begun.

The bodyguards finally couldn't withstand the psychological torment, and their guns fell to the ground with a series of cracking sounds.

They collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

Li Haotian ignored the group of small fry and slowly walked back to Han Ruobing's side.

"Miss, does this count as overtime?"

Han Ruobing snapped out of her daze, looked at his face which had regained its honest and simple appearance, and uttered a single word with a complicated expression.

"Calculate."

Li Haotian chuckled, but his peripheral vision remained fixed on the concrete ground beneath his feet.

The frequency underground also trembled violently the moment he unleashed his bloodline pressure.

That was a call, and a plea.

He silently replied in his mind.

It'll be soon, just wait a little longer.

The sun had not yet risen, but the gloom over the manor had already begun to be torn apart by the smell of blood.

Zhao Tianming was dragged into the car in a scramble, and the two SUVs slunk away from the gate.

Li Haotian stood there, watching the bodyguards who hadn't yet come to their senses, and slowly lifted Leng Feng, who was still unconscious.

"Crack!"

With another crisp sound, Leng Feng's arm was casually reattached.

Leng Feng lay sprawled on the ground, not daring to utter a single word, his eyes filled with nothing but deep-seated fear as he looked at Li Haotian.

Li Haotian didn't look at him, but instead looked up at the Twin Towers in the distance.

The curtain has been raised; tonight, no one will escape unscathed.