Chapter 3: Don't Hit Him

Before Yang Zhiyi had even finished speaking, He Haoxuan was already standing before him, raising his right fist.

“He Haoxuan, don’t hit him!” Li Qingying cried out in terror.

Baili Group had just been set up by a collusion between Picturesque Group and an insider. If they couldn’t get that shipment from Picturesque Group within three days, Baili Group would be in dire straits—and she would lose her position. Everything hinged on Yang Zhiyi; she was hoping she could beg him, see if there was any hope left. If He Haoxuan beat Yang Zhiyi, all hope would be lost.

But He Haoxuan had no intention of listening to Li Qingying. His fist landed squarely on Yang Zhiyi’s right eye.

Yang Zhiyi screamed in agony.

Then, another punch landed on his left eye. Clutching both eyes, Yang Zhiyi howled like a wounded wolf, “You useless bastard, I’ll kill you for this!”

“Oh? I’d like to see you try,” He Haoxuan sneered coldly.

Many had wanted to kill him before, but now grass grew tall on their graves.

“You dare covet my woman? You must be tired of living.” He Haoxuan grabbed a wine bottle off the table and rammed it into Yang Zhiyi’s filthy mouth.

Yang Zhiyi tried to scream, but with several teeth shattered and lodged in his mouth, all he could do was cough and choke.

Li Qingying stared in stunned disbelief. For months, He Haoxuan had been a good-for-nothing in the Li family—lazy, useless, never lifting a finger, enduring insults in silence, hardly a man at all.

But now, his actions were nothing short of manly. Especially those words—“You dare covet my woman?” They struck a chord deep within her—

Suddenly, Li Qingying saw He Haoxuan bring the wine bottle crashing down on Yang Zhiyi’s head. Blood spurted like a fountain. She snapped out of her daze and rushed over to pull him away. “Stop! If you keep going, you’ll kill him!”

Yang Zhiyi wasn’t a fool. He seized the opportunity to escape.

“He Haoxuan, what are we going to do?” Li Qingying’s icy composure was gone, replaced by sheer panic.

She knew she couldn’t entirely blame He Haoxuan this time—he was protecting her. If he hadn’t intervened, perhaps Yang Zhiyi would have—

But now that He Haoxuan had beaten Yang Zhiyi so badly, the man would surely take revenge on Baili Group and kick them while they were down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this,” He Haoxuan said lightly. If he couldn’t take care of a small matter like this, how could he call himself the King of War?

“He Haoxuan, do you ever stop bragging? You’ve been boasting in our house for months, isn’t it enough?” Li Qingying didn’t believe for a second that he had the ability to handle Picturesque Group—a company worth billions.

Baili Group was only valued at a hundred million; they couldn’t afford to provoke the other side.

Her mood dark, Li Qingying abandoned all restraint, slumped onto the sofa, grabbed an open bottle of red wine, and drank straight from it.

In no time, she’d finished the bottle. “He Haoxuan, drink with me—are you a man or not?”

She reached for another bottle, swaying unsteadily, but He Haoxuan knocked it from her hand. “You’re drunk. No more.”

“I—I'm not drunk. I’m the general manager. I don’t want to step down.” The more she spoke, the sadder she became. She collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing.

He Haoxuan shook his head in silence. This proud, strong-willed woman had never shown weakness before others. Clearly, this matter was of utmost importance to her.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside. Several burly security guards burst in.

“Hey, kid! Young Master Yang says you kicked in our door and caused a scene?” The lead guard, his face tanned and crew-cut, tattoos snaking up his neck, looked every bit the hardened thug.

“So what if I did? Don’t mess with me unless you want a world of trouble,” He Haoxuan replied, glancing at Li Qingying, who was passed out on the sofa.

A security guard stormed forward in anger. “Captain, let me teach him a lesson!”

Starlight Club held a lofty position in Qingshan City. Even Manager Yang had been wary; those without a membership card wouldn’t dare cause trouble here.

He Haoxuan sneered. He slapped his right palm on the table, and the glass ashtray shot across the room, striking the charging guard squarely and sending him crashing to his knees, howling in pain, unable to rise.

“A real expert!” The captain’s pupils contracted. He stared at He Haoxuan in shock.

If He Haoxuan had simply thrown the ashtray, that would be one thing. But to hit his target so precisely with just a slap on the table—now that was uncanny. Even he couldn’t manage such a feat.

“Anyone else?” He Haoxuan’s voice was icy. “What kind of third-rate club is this? That Yang Zhiyi was trying to assault my wife, and instead of stopping him, you’re helping him?”

The captain’s expression grew grave. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing a muscular frame. Even if his opponent was skilled, he would not back down.

Everyone entering the club, whether with a membership card or as a guest, had to register. The captain had already checked the surveillance footage: only two people had entered Yang Zhiyi’s private room, yet now there were three. The front desk had said there was no record of this man in the system tonight—he must have snuck in.

Just as the captain was about to act, He Haoxuan’s eyes narrowed at a small tattoo on the man’s left shoulder. “You’re with Scorpion?”

The tattoo was unique, unlike the usual scorpion designs. It reminded He Haoxuan of someone from his past.

“You—you know—” The captain’s face changed.

He Haoxuan said nothing. He made a series of rapid hand gestures across his chest. If the captain didn’t recognize them, he wouldn’t hesitate to tear this club apart.

Qingshan’s so-called top club was nothing to him.

Scorpion was an old acquaintance from abroad, real name Huang Zhisheng.

“Sir, please wait a moment. My boss is Scorpion’s right-hand man.” The captain broke out in a cold sweat.

He didn’t know what the gestures meant, but he knew this man was acquainted with his boss’s boss. That was terrifying. Thank goodness he hadn’t made a move, or his boss would have sent him straight to the afterlife. As for the tattoo, he’d only had it done because he thought it looked cool on his boss.

The captain hurried out, dragging the injured guard with him. Soon, workers were repairing the door outside, hammering away noisily, but He Haoxuan paid it no mind. He poured himself a glass of wine and sipped it.

The wine was better than anything the Li family had, but still mediocre.

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded once more, but this time they stopped abruptly at the door. Silence fell outside.

A gentle knock came.

“Come in,” He Haoxuan said, setting his glass down.

The door swung open to reveal a middle-aged man in a suit, moving quietly and respectfully. “Good evening, sir. My name is Fang Yongsheng. I’m the general manager of Starlight Club. You know my boss?”

He Haoxuan nodded slightly and repeated the hand gestures.

Fang Yongsheng’s eyes widened. He recognized the gestures—his boss had told him that if anyone ever used them, he was to notify him immediately.

Hands trembling, Fang Yongsheng pulled out a satellite phone and dialed. After a long moment, the call connected, and an irritated voice came through. “Fang Yongsheng, you idiot, interrupting my good time—if you don’t have a good reason, I’ll twist your head off and use it for soccer practice.”

Fang Yongsheng’s voice quivered. “Boss, someone is here using that special gesture you mentioned.”

“What? Where is he?” The voice on the other end was suddenly filled with delight, and even seemed to tremble.

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