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**Samba was a real man—his wrist was shattered, sweat beaded on his forehead from the pain, yet he didn't let out a single cry.**
Xiong Boren's eyes were filled with disbelief. To get revenge on Yang Chen, he had even spent five million to hire a boxing champion from a foreign country.
Yet, how could he have imagined that Yang Chen's subordinate would break Samba's wrist with a single punch? How was that possible?
He had prepared everything—forcing Yang Chen to watch as his wife was pinned beneath that foreigner. The climax hadn't even begun—how could it end like this?
Yang Chen walked over to Qin Xi, checked her condition, and confirmed she was merely unconscious. Relieved, he picked her up and began to leave.
"Stop right there!" Xiong Boren roared as Yang Chen turned to go.
"You're asking for death!" Ma Chao spun around, ready to attack.
"Ma Chao!" Yang Chen suddenly called out to stop him.
Xiong Boren laughed loudly at the sight. "You're just a useless son-in-law from a fallen family. Even if you have a skilled subordinate, it doesn't change the fact that you're an ant. I'm the eldest son of the Xiong family—the future heir. Crushing you is as easy as playing a game. You wouldn't dare touch me!"
"Oh?" Yang Chen's lips curled into a bright smile. "So, you take great pride in your status. Tell me, if I were to wipe out the Xiong family, would you still be this arrogant?"
"Hah! What a joke! The biggest joke I've ever heard! Destroy my family? Even the Su family wouldn't dare say such a thing!" Xiong Boren burst into laughter, as if he'd heard the most ridiculous statement.
Yang Chen sighed helplessly. "You have no idea what kind of existence you've offended. I genuinely pity you."
Hearing this, Xiong Boren laughed even more hysterically.
"You really think having a strong subordinate means you can destroy my family? I've investigated you thoroughly—you're just a worthless ex-soldier. Do you actually believe you're some all-powerful big shot?"
Yang Chen didn't bother explaining. Instead, he flashed a strange smile and turned to leave.
"Do you really think this is all I've got?"
Xiong Boren sneered and suddenly pulled out a Colt revolver from his waist, its dark muzzle instantly aimed at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen's expression darkened completely. He hadn't originally planned to do anything to the Xiong family, but Xiong Boren's provocation had angered him.
"I admit, I underestimated you. I never expected your subordinate to be so strong that even the foreign boxing champion I hired at a high price was no match."
Now armed, Xiong Boren calmed down, his confident smile returning. "But no matter how strong you are, so what? You don't actually think I'd miss at this distance, do you?"
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled. "You're wrong about one thing—he's not my subordinate, but my brother. But you're right about another—you really won't hit me."
"Stop spouting nonsense!"
Xiong Boren cursed, his face twisted in fury. "I'll give you two choices. First, put that woman down. I'll have Samba violate her right in front of you, then let you both leave. Second, I put a bullet in your head!"
Yang Chen's unshakable composure unnerved him, which he found humiliating.
Though he wanted Yang Chen dead, he didn't want it to be quick. He wanted Yang Chen to suffer, to live with unbearable guilt.
"In that case, I'll give you two choices as well," Yang Chen said calmly. "First, put the gun down, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Second, pull the trigger. But if you fail to kill me, you'll watch your family collapse with your own eyes."
"Arrogance! Utter, lawless arrogance!" Xiong Boren was beyond furious. He had never lost his composure like this in front of others.
His finger twitched on the trigger—but just as he was about to pull it, a cold blade pressed against his neck.
"Samba!"
Xiong Boren's face twisted in shock. At some point, Samba had placed a sharp dagger against his throat.
This sudden reversal surprised even Yang Chen and Ma Chao.
"What the hell are you doing?" Xiong Boren snarled.
"You can't kill him," Samba said in fluent Mandarin. "If you shoot, I might die too. I just want to live."
"Have you lost your mind?"
Xiong Boren was livid, feeling insulted. "At this distance, how could I possibly miss?"
Samba remained expressionless. "His aura is too strong—even my master doesn't have such presence. If you shoot, he'll kill you without hesitation. As the only witness, I'd likely be silenced too."
"Are you an idiot? No matter how strong he is, how can he dodge a bullet?" Xiong Boren roared, his body trembling with rage. A slight movement caused the blade to nick his neck, drawing blood.
"You don't understand their strength. Put the gun down," Samba said coldly.
Yang Chen watched Samba with interest. The man hadn't made a sound despite his shattered wrist, and without Yang Chen even moving, he had sensed his overwhelming presence. This was intriguing.
"Samba, if you lower the knife, I'll give you ten million after I kill them!" Xiong Boren tried bribing him.
But he underestimated Samba's will to survive. Samba shook his head. "Even if you offered me a billion, I wouldn't take it. Money is useless if I'm dead."
"Then aren't you afraid that if they leave, my family will come after you?" Xiong Boren threatened.
Samba hesitated briefly, but when he saw Yang Chen's amused expression, his resolve hardened.
"If you show no mercy, don't blame me for being ruthless. Once you're dead, no one will know I killed you."
As Samba prepared to slit Xiong Boren's throat—
*Clang!*
A bottle cap struck the blade, sending it flying.
At the same time, Ma Chao snatched the revolver from Xiong Boren's hand.
Everything happened in an instant. Xiong Boren had already felt the knife cutting into his neck—a little deeper, and he would've died. Even so, blood trickled from the wound.
Samba was equally terrified. He hadn't even seen what knocked his dagger away.
And the revolver—how had Ma Chao taken it so quickly?
Drenched in cold sweat, Samba stared at Yang Chen, whose playful smile sent chills down his spine. He had no doubt—this man could kill him effortlessly.
"Why?" Yang Chen suddenly asked, clearly directing the question at Samba.
Samba snapped back to reality and took a step back, bowing slightly. "I just wanted to survive."
"Good. I hope you forget everything that happened here today. Otherwise, I'll make sure you forget—permanently." Yang Chen's smile was chilling.
Xiong Boren might not understand, but Samba did. He was a fighter himself, and he could sense the overwhelming aura around Yang Chen.
Yang Chen's presence in Jiangzhou was a secret—if word got out, not only would those around him be in danger, but even the northern borders could face turmoil.
A man of his caliber was equivalent to an army. To enemy nations, he was a threat they'd do anything to eliminate.
*Thud!*
Samba suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice firm. "I'll forget everything. But I wish to follow you!"