Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

Seeing Liu Yifei so protective of this unknown pretty boy, Song Ziming was so jealous that his facial features became distorted.

He casually placed the wine glass on the tray next to him, took a step forward, and almost touched Chen Yang's face.

With a touch of condescending arrogance, Song Ziming pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, quickly wrote down a long string of numbers, tore it off, and held it between two fingers, handing it to Chen Yang.

"Kid, I think you're just a spineless coward who lives off women."

Song Ziming's tone conveyed a sense of condescending charity.

"Here is ten million."

"Take this money and get out of this banquet hall right now. Go as far away as you can and never show your face in front of Yifei again. This money is enough for someone like you to squander for half your life."

The woman in the red dress, who seemed to be a manipulative green tea enthusiast, chimed in with an exaggerated, affected voice.

"Oh dear, this poor kid has probably never seen so much money in his life. Why doesn't he hurry up and take the money to kowtow to Young Master Song to express his gratitude? He really doesn't know what's good for him."

Several rich kids surrounded Chen Yang and Liu Yifei, as if afraid they would run away.

"Take your money and get out of here. Don't push your luck."

"That's right, you dare to touch the woman that Young Master Song has his eye on, you really don't know what's good for you."

Faced with the group's aggressive provocations, Chen Yang remained unusually calm.

He didn't even glance at the check for ten million.

He simply picked up a glass of fine vintage Bordeaux red wine from a passing waiter's tray and gently swirled it in his hand.

The dark red wine left a beautiful ring of wine stains on the glass.

Chen Yang slowly took a small bite before turning his gaze to Song Ziming's furious face.

"You think you can get rid of me with ten million? Young Master Song, this rich young man from the capital, is far too stingy. You're treating me like a beggar."

Upon hearing this, Song Ziming's face turned as black as charcoal.

In Jiangcheng, no one has ever dared to embarrass him in front of so many people.

"You shameless bastard."

Song Ziming gritted his teeth and cursed, then snapped his fingers.

With that crisp snap of the fingers.

The two middle-aged men who had been silently following behind Song Ziming like two invisible men took a step forward without making a sound.

The two men were wearing unremarkable black long gowns.

His temples bulged high, his eyes shone brightly with every blink, his breathing was long and deep, and he walked with barely a sound.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Chen Yang only glanced at them and could tell that these two people were definitely at the level of ancient martial arts grandmasters, and could be considered as people who could establish their own sects in the martial arts world.

No wonder Song Ziming dares to be so arrogant and domineering in Jiangcheng.

It turns out he brought two fierce demons with him when he went out to protect him.

Seeing his bodyguard step forward, Song Ziming became even more confident and arrogantly raised his chin.

"Kid, you probably don't know how to write the word 'death'."

"My two masters are top-tier grandmasters in the ancient martial arts world of Beijing. Killing a piece of trash like you is as easy as crushing a bug."

"I advise you to kneel down now and lick the soles of my shoes clean, and I might spare your life."

The surrounding celebrities gasped in astonishment upon hearing the words "Grandmaster of Ancient Martial Arts".

Within their circle, they naturally know how terrifying the destructive power of ancient martial arts masters is; it is definitely not something that a few ordinary bodyguards with guns can withstand.

Liu Yifei felt a little panicked and subconsciously wanted to take out her phone to call the police.

Chen Yang smiled and shielded her behind him, still maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

Seeing Chen Yang's behavior, the two bodyguards in black assumed he was an arrogant fool.

One of them reached out withered, claw-like hands, accompanied by a whistling wind, and viciously grabbed at Chen Yang's throat.

If they caught it firmly, they could crush its throat on the spot.

Just as the deadly eagle claws were about to touch Chen Yang's neck.

Chen Yang didn't even flinch, and didn't even put down the wine glass in his other hand.

He calmly reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his free hand, pulled out a black, antique-looking token that was neither gold nor jade, and then slammed it heavily onto the marble dining table next to him.

The token was completely black.

The top is carved with intricate and ancient patterns, and in the very center is a large "令" character carved in small seal script with dragons and phoenixes flying.

There are also some patina marks on the edges, which have been worn away by time.

This was the highest-level token of loyalty that Elder Sun Changshan of the Xingyi Sect in Beijing presented to him by both hands two days ago at Mingzhu Lake, after Chen Yang saved his life.

The eagle's claw, carrying a terrifying gust of wind, brought the car to a screeching halt less than three centimeters from Chen Yang's throat.

The black-clad bodyguard who made the move seemed to have been struck by lightning.

He froze on the spot, staring intently at the black token on the table, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

The other bodyguard who hadn't made a move also followed the gaze.

I only glanced at it.

The faces of the two men, which had previously held a cruel smile, instantly lost all color, turning ashen white, and even their lips trembled.

Making a living in the ancient martial arts community in Beijing.

Who doesn't recognize this supreme symbol of the Xingyi School, representing absolute authority and the power of life and death?

This is the foundation of a super sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

The only people who could possess this token were these two unsung grandmasters.

Even if their entire sect came, they would still have to obediently kowtow and pay their respects.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present.

These two ancient martial arts grandmasters, who were just moments ago so arrogant, didn't dare utter a single unnecessary word.

His knees buckled.

He knelt down directly on the marble floor, knocking two fine cracks into the hard stone slab.

Both of them were covered in cold sweat, lying on the ground trembling like leaves, not daring to utter a sound.

"Senior, please spare us! This junior was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I have offended you. Please, senior, have mercy on us and spare our lives, considering how difficult our cultivation is."

Song Ziming, standing to the side, was completely confused and still a little dazed.

Seeing that his top-notch bodyguard, whom he had hired at great expense, was kneeling before a pretty boy, he jumped up in a rage and started cursing.

"Are you two old idiots crazy? I spent so much money hiring you to be my bodyguards, not to be someone else's lackeys."

"Get up right now and cripple him."

One of the bodyguards kneeling on the ground was terrified when he heard Song Ziming still spouting nonsense.

He was afraid that this fool would drag him down with him.

The bodyguard suddenly jumped up from the ground, completely disregarding any employment relationship.

He swung his arm back and slapped Song Ziming squarely across the cheek.

The power of this grandmaster was terrifying; he sent Song Ziming spinning around three times like a top.

He spat out two bloody molars, half of his face swelled up like a purplish-blue pig's head, and he was so dizzy from the beating that he collapsed to the ground.

What a great show of infighting!

It happened so suddenly that the entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

The rich second-generation heirs and the scheming woman who were originally waiting to see Chen Yang make a fool of himself were now all terrified and fell silent, covering their mouths and not daring to make a sound.

Chen Yang slowly placed the wine glass back on the tray and casually picked up the black token on the table and put it back in his pocket.

He looked down at Song Ziming, who was stunned on the ground, and spoke in a cold tone.

"Now, can this money even buy me to get out?"

Liu Yifei stood to the side, holding Chen Yang's arm tightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at the tall and upright man beside her.

Song Ziming covered his swollen face and struggled to get up from the ground. The arrogance in his eyes was gone, and his gaze towards Chen Yang was filled with unconcealed fear.

"Who exactly are you?"

Chen Yang straightened his suit cuffs, not even sparing him a second glance, but turning to look at Liu Yifei beside him.

"How you plan to settle this score is entirely up to you, darling."