You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

He wiped the sweat from his chubby face.

The managers of several departments at Xingchen Venture Capital headquarters were instructed to "invite" the business tycoons who were still trying to stuff gifts into the lobby to leave, using a combination of pulling and persuasion.

The heavy glass automatic door was completely locked.

Finally, they managed to keep these crazy nouveau riche out of the building.

The business circles of Jianghai City have been completely engulfed in a kind of almost pathological frenzy because of this wedding of the century, for which tickets were extremely difficult to obtain.

But on the other side of the city.

Located halfway up the mountain, Cloud Top Manor was greeted by several chilling auras that seemed completely out of place with the fervor surrounding it.

The early autumn sun was obscured by several thick clouds.

A cool breeze swept through the mountain road.

The wind rustled the leaves of the two rows of century-old French plane trees surrounding the manor.

"Halt! Private property, no unauthorized personnel allowed!"

Two bodyguards in black, standing at the forefront of the black and gold carved gate, reached out to block the way of the newcomer.

The tactical baton at his waist was already in his hand.

His eyes were cold and hard, carrying the bloody scent of battles fought overseas.

Standing in front of them were seven or eight young men dressed in traditional Chinese martial arts uniforms.

The one walking at the very front.

She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old and was wearing a moon-white silk training uniform.

The cuffs were gathered tight, and her feet were clad in black cloth shoes with thick soles.

He is quite handsome.

But it was that slightly upturned chin and those eyes that exuded an arrogant and haughty air.

It completely ruined this refined and elegant image, making him appear extremely arrogant and domineering.

This person is called Zhang Kuang.

The eldest grandson of the Zhang family, a reclusive ancient martial arts family in Jianghai City, is the direct descendant of this generation.

He was also a martial arts genius who was highly regarded by the Zhang family's ancestor and was considered a once-in-a-century talent.

Zhang Kuang glanced coldly at the two bodyguards blocking his way.

It's like looking at two ants blocking the way.

"An idle person?"

He curled his lips into a mocking sneer.

"In Jianghai City, there is no place that the Zhang family cannot go."

"That Chen Yuan from Xingchen Venture Capital, he dared to send invitations to those nouveau riche who reek of money, for his lousy wedding."

"Why did they overlook the Zhang family?"

"This shows they don't respect our ancient martial arts lineage."

Zhang Kuang twisted his wrist, and his knuckles made a cracking sound.

"Go and call that guy surnamed Chen out."

"Make him serve tea properly and hand the invitation from the main table to the young master with both hands."

"If I'm in a good mood, I might even do you the honor of coming in for a drink."

"Otherwise, this manor won't have any peace today."

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance, a hint of anger flashing in their eyes.

Who is Mr. Chen?

Even the CEOs of global tech giants have to stand outside for three hours waiting to be announced.

This brat who appeared out of nowhere.

Did they expect Mr. Chen to serve them tea and water right away?

They're practically asking for trouble.

"This is the last warning. Get out of here."

The bodyguard didn't waste any words.

With a "whoosh," the tactical baton was drawn, its cold metal blade tracing an arc in the air.

It pointed directly at Zhang's arrogant face.

Zhang Kuang's eyes narrowed.

"You blind fool!"

He did not dodge.

They didn't even adopt a defensive stance.

He took a light step forward with his right foot, a seemingly effortless step.

But it instantly shortened the distance between him and the bodyguard.

He raised his right hand, his palm seemingly softly patting the baton the bodyguard was swinging at him.

"Bang!"

A dull, muffled impact.

There was no crisp metallic clang.

The bodyguard felt an overwhelming force as the baton pierced his arm.

That force was not brute force, but a kind of vibration with strong penetrating power.

Hidden strength!

The bodyguard's arm went numb instantly.

The tactical baton flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Kuang pushed with his left hand.

The palm was pressed against the bodyguard's chest.

This is a burly man weighing over 180 pounds who has received top-notch training in endurance.

It's like a reef that's been slammed by a giant wave.

His feet left the ground, and he flew backwards.

It slammed heavily against a stone pillar five meters away, letting out a painful groan.

Upon seeing this, the other bodyguard's expression changed drastically.

He immediately drew the stun gun from his waist and pounced on Zhang Kuang.

But Zhang Kuang's actions were too fast.

With a twist of his body like an eel, he dodged the stun gun attack.

With a backhand chop, he struck the bodyguard on the back of the neck.

The second bodyguard collapsed limply to the ground.

"With such rudimentary skills, you dare to come out and guard the gate?"

Zhang Kuang clapped his hands, his eyes full of disdain.

"I thought this Master Chen had some kind of superhuman abilities, but it turns out he's just raising a bunch of useless people."

His disciples behind him immediately burst into laughter and echoed his sentiments.

"Senior Brother is awesome! These bodyguards who only know how to build up muscles can't even last a single move against our Tai Chi internal strength!"

"Exactly! Those venture capitalists from Star Capital are nothing but a joke in front of our ancient martial arts family!"

Just as this group of people were getting carried away with their triumph.

The manor's two heavy black and gold gates were accompanied by a deep, rumbling motor sound.

Slowly slide to both sides.

A strong, chilling aura of menace emanated from inside the door.

Eagle was wearing a tight-fitting black combat vest.

The scar that ran across half his face looked particularly gruesome in the gloomy light of the day.

Behind him followed twenty fully armed core security guards from the manor.

Each person was carrying a solid riot control baton.

Their steps were synchronized, each step perfectly timed.

"Dare to cause trouble at the entrance of Cloud Top Manor."

Eagle glanced at his two men struggling on the ground, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A strong, pungent smell of blood emanated from him.

That's the kind of murderous aura that can only be cultivated by those who have truly killed people in a hail of bullets.

"Break his legs and throw him down the mountain."

Without any further ado, the Eagles issued the order to clear the area.

Twenty security personnel surged towards Zhang Kuang and his group like a black tide.

Zhang Kuang put away the disdain on his face.

He could sense the scarred man in front of him and the people behind him.

They're not at the same level as those two gatekeepers from before.

"Form ranks!"

Zhang Kuang shouted loudly.

The seven disciples behind him immediately spread out, forming a defensive formation resembling the Tai Chi Bagua.

The sound of cold weapons colliding with flesh.

It exploded instantly in the fountain square outside the manor.

The Eagles' security team consists entirely of veterans who retired from overseas mercenary battlefields.

The moves are simple, ruthless, and deadly.

However, the Tai Chi ancient martial arts of Zhang Kuang and others revealed a strange suppleness.

The steel rod was smashed down.

It felt like hitting a ball of wet cotton.

Not only is most of the force dissipated, but a counter-force will also cause it to lose its balance.

The eagle met its match in arrogance.

The two exchanged blows, producing dull thuds of hand-to-hand combat.

Eagle's military boxing is fierce and unparalleled, with each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound as it cuts through the air.

Arrogant, yet not confrontational.

His body moved swiftly, his hands embracing a Tai Chi ball.

It deflected the eagle's powerful punches time and time again.

"No matter how great brute force is, it is ultimately a inferior martial art."

Zhang Kuang sneered and seized a tiny opening when the eagle retracted its fist.

He lowered his shoulders and generated power from his dantian.

With a powerful, hidden force, his right palm slammed into the eagle's left shoulder.

"Bang!"

The eagle felt a sudden numbness on the left side of its body.

A piercing pain spread along my bones.

He groaned, his burly body jolted back five steps.

He barely managed to steady himself when his back hit the iron gate's bars.

His left arm hung limply at his side, and he couldn't lift it for a short time.

The twenty security guards around them worked together skillfully with the help of the ancient martial arts disciples.

They gradually lost ground.

Although they were not completely routed, their formation had been disrupted, forcing them to retreat to either side of the gate.

Zhang Kuang put away his stance and dusted off the dust on his moon-white training clothes.

Even his breathing was perfectly steady.

He looked arrogantly at the eagle clutching its shoulder, his contempt deepening.

"Now, do you know the difference between ancient martial arts and you trash who rely on brute force?"

Zhang Kuang knocked back two bodyguards with a single palm strike, then arrogantly pointed at the manor gate: "Get that guy surnamed Chen out here, or I'll tear this wedding hall down today!"