Chapter 117: A Challenge of a Hundred—I Accept

"I never intended to leave. I told you to go find someone, but regardless of anything else, Gao Song must show up today." Chen Yang pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

Lin Qianyao stood behind Chen Yang, took a cigarette from his pocket, placed it in his mouth, and lit it.

After lighting his own, Lin Qianyao took out another one and offered it to Chen Yang. "Mr. Chen, would you like one?"

"No, I don't feel like it," Chen Yang waved him off.

Lin Qianyao put the cigarette away, took a deep drag, exhaled slowly, and squinted at the long-haired youth. "I had already made arrangements with Boss Gao tonight that our group's chairman would come personally to speak with him."

"For him to stand the chairman up—isn't that a bit too disrespectful to us?"

The long-haired youth ignored Lin Qianyao, focusing entirely on his phone call.

Finally, after a minute, he finished the call. With an arrogant look, he sneered at Chen Yang, "Don't you dare leave, kid. You're finished today, damn it."

Lin Qianyao’s brows furrowed; hearing the young man’s profanity made him deeply uncomfortable.

Chen Yang felt the same. He suddenly stood up from the chair, looked at the youth, and smiled slightly. "If you have the guts, say that again."

"I said you're finished today, you son of a bitch. What of it? What are you going to do to me?" the long-haired youth said with disdain.

*Bang.*

Before the youth’s words had even faded, Chen Yang lunged forward with lightning speed, kicking the youth in the chest. The young man flew backward and slammed heavily into the wall.

Seeing their boss struck, the two long-haired youth's subordinates grabbed wooden chairs and smashed them toward Chen Yang.

Chen Yang, seeing the chairs coming, kicked out twice with blinding speed, shattering the chairs into splinters. He then lunged forward, grabbed one of the youths by the collar, slapped him twice across the face, and asked coldly, "Does it hurt?"

The youth nodded repeatedly. "It hurts."

"Good. That's how it should feel."

Chen Yang gave a cold smile and slapped the youth twice more, leaving his face bright red.

Chen Yang tossed the youth aside, walked over to the long-haired leader, and kicked him in the chest. "Does it hurt?"

The long-haired youth shrieked, "It hurts, it hurts!"

"Where is Gao Song?" Chen Yang asked, looking at the youth with contempt.

The long-haired youth frowned. "Master Song went out on business."

"Still lying?" Chen Yang’s eyes turned icy. He knew Gao Song was definitely hiding from them; only a fool would believe he had 'gone out on business.'

Just as Chen Yang was threatening the long-haired youth, twenty business sedans arrived one after another at the entrance of the restaurant.

The doors opened, and over a hundred men filed out. These, of course, were Gao Song's henchmen. Gao Song also happened to be the owner of this restaurant.

Everything tonight had been orchestrated by Gao Song. He never intended to negotiate with Chen Yang; his true goal was to make Chen Yang suffer.

In a few moments, the hundred-plus men surged upstairs, filling the entire second-floor corridor.

Three men acting as representatives strode into the private room. Seeing the wreckage inside, they immediately understood the situation. The muscular man with a square face in the center looked at Chen Yang and asked coldly, "So you're the chairman of Huading Group."

"That is correct," Chen Yang replied with a shrug and a smile.

"Did you do all this?" the square-faced man asked.

"Yes," Chen Yang continued, maintaining his smile.

"Come outside," the square-faced man said with a look of indifference.

"I'm afraid I can't. My legs hurt, so I won't be coming out," Chen Yang said coldly. He wasn't about to be so obedient just because the other party told him to move.

"I said come out!" the square-faced man shouted, his eyes flashing with a cold glint.

"Where is Gao Song?" Chen Yang ignored whether the man was happy or not; he only cared about seeing Gao Song.

"I told you to get out here, damn you!" The square-faced man, clearly having lost his last shred of patience, bellowed at Chen Yang.

As his shout echoed, the hundred-plus men outside flooded into the room.

The medium-sized private room was instantly packed tight by Gao Song's subordinates.

The long-haired youth, clutching his aching chest, saw that the room was filled with his men and laughed triumphantly, "Now there's nowhere left to run."

Lin Qianyao, seeing that Gao Song was clearly intent on harming them, cursed in anger, "Gao Song, you dog! If you dare lay a finger on Mr. Chen today, I will never let this go!"

"How many men do you have in total?"

Just as Lin Qianyao finished cursing, Chen Yang suddenly looked at the square-faced man and asked.

The square-faced man looked perplexed. "One hundred and eight. Why?"

"Good. All of you, come at me together. Today, in the name of a martial artist, I accept the challenge of all one hundred and eight of you," Chen Yang declared loudly.

At these words, everyone’s expression shifted in shock.

Lin Qianyao’s face changed. The square-faced man’s face changed too.

Lin Qianyao leaned in and whispered behind Chen Yang, "Mr. Chen, there’s no need for this. Really, there isn't."

"It's fine. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Chen Yang said calmly, turning his head toward Lin Qianyao.

Lin Qianyao’s brows remained tightly locked; he was clearly anything but reassured.

The square-faced man suddenly sneered, "I didn't hear you clearly just now. What did you say?"

Chen Yang chuckled. "Then listen clearly this time: I said I want all of you to attack me together. Whoever doesn't is a coward."

"Ha!" The square-faced man clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he stomped his feet. His brothers joined in, roaring with laughter.

The room was filled with mocking jeers, which sounded truly grating to Lin Qianyao.

Once the square-faced man finished laughing, his gaze turned sinister. "Fine. You chose this yourself. Don't regret it."

Chen Yang smiled lightly. "Why are you such a coward? Why all the empty talk?"

Seeing Chen Yang still mocking him, the square-faced man’s face hardened. "Damn it! All of you, attack! Kill him!"

Chen Yang quickly channeled his internal energy to the surface of his body, forming a protective barrier. He clenched his fists and began his onslaught.

His strikes were swift and fierce, his face devoid of emotion, like a cold, mechanical killing machine.

Though he took a few kicks and was struck by chairs, he was a master-level practitioner protected by his internal energy; the attacks of these common thugs couldn't harm him in the slightest.

In just a short while, a large number of Gao Song's men lay severely injured.

This shocked the square-faced man. Chen Yang’s methods were too ruthless; they were completely outmatched.

Standing behind the crowd, the square-faced man watched Chen Yang, who was in the heat of battle, and a sliver of fear took root in his heart.

Five minutes later, only thirty of Gao Song's men remained standing. The room was littered with the injured, leaving no room for Chen Yang or Lin Qianyao to stand.

The remaining men were paralyzed by fear.

Just then, a man with a protruding belly and hands clasped behind his back walked into the room. With his round face, it could be none other than Gao Song.

The moment Gao Song entered, he saw the carnage and felt his reputation shattered.

Lin Qianyao, who had been waiting for Gao Song to appear, immediately cursed, "Gao Song, you dog, you finally showed your face, didn't you?"

Gao Song shouted back at Lin Qianyao, "Lin Qianyao, let me tell you, you've injured so many of my men—this isn't over between us. If you’re not satisfied, go tell Brother Meng!"

Hearing the name 'Brother Meng,' Lin Qianyao’s heart skipped a beat.

Xu Tianmeng was not a man he could afford to underestimate.

Lin Qianyao fell silent.

At that moment, Chen Yang spoke up: "Greetings. You must be Gao Song? I am the chairman of Huading Group. My surname is Chen."