He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

The male beings present instinctively clamped their legs together, covered their groins with their hands, and took three large steps back in unison.

That's so brutal!

Yang Guang showed no intention of pulling his leg back.

His right foot rose again, then fell mercilessly.

"Should we bring it or not?"

"what……"

"Are you going or not?"

"Aww..."

After three kicks, the big, clumsy guy completely collapsed.

Tears and snot mixed together, covering his face.

He clutched the man's groin tightly with both hands, rolling wildly on the ground, no longer displaying any backbone.

"I'll take you!"

"elder brother!"

"Ancestors!"

"Stop kicking!"

"If you kick it again, it'll really shatter into pieces!"

The big, dumb guy was howling his heart out, but what did it matter to him whether Young Master Zhang lived or died?

If he gets kicked again, he'll only be able to save up to go to Thailand for the rest of his life, or maybe find a guy who wants to get his personality changed.

"You should have said so earlier."

Yang Guang withdrew his leg with great satisfaction and casually rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground.

He turned and glanced at the girl who was still slumped on the ground, clutching her head tightly with both hands, and said, "Alright, I've chased the bad guy away. Go home, wash up, and go to sleep."

"Make sure you wear clean glasses next time."

"After all, you're not always so lucky to meet a model student like me who is so handsome, dashing, charming, mature, witty, agile, and kind-hearted."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Holy crap?

You really have no shame at all!

Everyone around was stunned.

I was thinking to myself that I'd failed miserably!

The girl looked up blankly, her face streaked with tears.

She scrambled to her feet, bowed three times to Yang Guang, and stumbled toward the bar's door.

Upon seeing this.

Yang Guang then turned around and kicked the big, clumsy guy on the ground: "Lead the way."

"If you dare to play any tricks, I guarantee you won't even have the right to pee standing up for the rest of your life."

The big, clumsy man shakily got up, his legs clamped tightly together.

Every step was extremely difficult, and his legs were completely turned inward in an exaggerated manner.

He walked shakily ahead, leading Yang Guang towards the VIP exclusive passage deep inside the second floor.

Thick soundproof carpets lined both sides of the corridor, and elaborate wall lamps were embedded in the walls.

Four bodyguards in black suits stood guard at the entrance to the passageway.

Seeing the big, clumsy guy's miserable state, the bodyguards were all stunned: "Brother Da Long, what happened to you?"

Da Long clamped his legs together, wincing in pain.

Just as I was about to open my mouth for help, something hard pressed against my lower back.

Yang Guang suddenly appeared, his right index and middle fingers pressed together, digging into Da Long's spine.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yang Guang lowered his voice: "Otherwise, I'll turn you into a soft-bodied animal, you believe me?"

talking.

Yang Guang suddenly exerted force, and Da Long was in so much pain that he almost ground his teeth to powder. He really felt like his spine was about to break.

This sent a chill down his spine.

Da Long roared at the scarred man, "My hemorrhoids are acting up, I need to take this...this little brother to see Young Master Zhang."

"Can you take responsibility for delaying Young Master Zhang's affairs?"

Scarface glanced at Yang Guang suspiciously.

He was wearing faded white clothes, worn-out canvas shoes, and his hair was a mess.

This kid doesn't look like a distinguished guest who can meet Young Master Zhang at all.

But Da Long is Zhang Shao's trusted confidant.

Scarface didn't dare ask any more questions and stepped aside to make way.

Da Long, with his pigeon-toed gait, led Yang Guang deeper into the corridor, until they arrived at the largest double-leaf carved door at the end of the corridor.

Da Long pointed shakily to the door: "Young Master Zhang... is inside."

As soon as Da Long finished speaking, a burst of unrestrained laughter suddenly came from inside the door, mixed with the crisp sound of glass glasses clattering.

Yang Guang didn't hold back and suddenly raised his right leg.

"boom!"

The heavy solid wood door was kicked open by an extremely forceful force.

The door lock shattered on the spot, sending metal parts flying everywhere.

The two doors slammed heavily against the walls on either side, producing a deafening roar.

The private room was extremely spacious.

A huge leather sofa sits in the center, surrounded by empty wine bottles and fruit platters.

Four scantily clad young women are surrounding a man.

The man had short, bleached silver-gray hair and wore a custom-made silk shirt with the collar open, revealing a thick gold chain around his neck.

This person was Zhang Xu.

The door was forcibly broken open, and the music inside the private room stopped abruptly.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Zhang Xu, with a woman in his arms, turned his head away with extreme displeasure and stared directly at Yang Guang, who was standing at the door.

"Da Long, have you lost your mind?"

Zhang Xu cursed, "Didn't I tell you to go and arrest them?"

"What are you doing bringing in a beggar who collects trash?"

Da Long tucked his legs together and hid to the side, covering his crotch with both hands, without saying a word.

Yang Guang walked slowly into the private room with his hands in his pockets.

He looked around before finally fixing his gaze on Zhang Xu: "So you're the one called Zhang Xu?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xu's expression instantly turned cold.

As for Da Long standing next to Yang Guang, he felt an urge to cover his face.

Why don't you listen to what kind of villainous speech you're giving?

Zhang Xu sneered, "No one in Fengdu City has yet been born who dares to call me by my full name!"

Yang Guang grinned.

He strolled leisurely to the coffee table, then suddenly kicked his right leg upwards.

"Bang!"

The entire marble coffee table was overturned by this enormous force.

Dozens of glasses, expensive foreign liquors, and fruit platters were smashed to the ground with a crash.

Debris flew everywhere.

The women screamed and shrank back into the corner.

The two bodyguards in the private room immediately drew their batons and pounced on Yang Guang from the left and right.

Extremely fast.

The baton, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, flew straight towards Yang Guang's forehead and back.

Zhang Xu sat back on the sofa with great ease, his hands resting on the backrest, ready to watch this reckless brat get his head cracked open.

Yang Guang didn't even turn his head.

He stomped his left foot hard on the ground, and his body slid to the right at an extremely tricky angle.

The bodyguard on the left swung his baton, striking the carpet with a dull thud.

Before the bodyguard could withdraw his force...

Yang Guang brought his right hand together like a knife and swiftly chopped it into the bodyguard's carotid artery.

The bodyguard's eyes rolled back, and his massive body slumped to the ground.

The system crashed on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the bodyguard on the right shouted and swung his baton horizontally toward Yang Guang's waist.

Yang Guang seized the opportunity to grab the bodyguard's shoulder, used his waist to deliver a perfectly executed over-the-shoulder throw.

The 180-pound strong man was swung away.

It slammed down on the wine cabinet in the corner with a "bang".

The glass cabinet door was smashed to pieces, and the bodyguard collapsed in the shards of glass, completely unconscious.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

Clean and efficient.

There were no fancy moves.

Zhang Xu's relaxed body instantly stiffened, and he gripped the leather armrest of the sofa tightly.

These two bodyguards are retired martial arts experts; they can easily take on a dozen or so ordinary thugs.

How could he not even last a single move against this kid in his tattered school uniform?

Zhang Xu's voice was somewhat dry: "You...who exactly are you?"

Yang Guang brushed the dust off his hands and walked step by step toward the sofa.

Who I am is not important.

Yang Guang stood in front of Zhang Xu, looking down at him: "The important thing is, I've fucking brought you here!"