Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide Chapter 117: The Boss

As Guo Zifeng’s words fell, two bodyguards rushed forward, but before they could reach him, they were kicked flying.

It was Qin Yang.

My goodness, since when did Qin Yang develop such formidable skills?

Shock was written across everyone’s faces, though some appeared unsurprised.

“Qin Yang, you…” Zeng Qian approached, attempting to speak, only to be slapped away: “Hmph, how I conduct my affairs is none of your business.”

The commotion was loud enough to instantly draw the attention of everyone in the hall, all staring with stunned expressions.

The eldest son of the Guo family of Beihai was being assaulted on his wedding day.

What a scandal this would be, especially witnessed by so many.

Guo Qilin approached with a darkened face, coldly eyeing Qin Yang. He was well acquainted with Qin Yang’s background—just an ordinary man.

Guo Zifeng’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, “Get him!”

A dozen men charged at Qin Yang with fierce speed, but at that moment He Tianlong and his men blocked them all, wearing bitter smiles. He never expected this guest to cause such chaos.

“He Tianlong, you dare to protect him? Don’t you know what happens when you oppose the Guo family?”

Guo Qilin felt like he was about to explode. Today was his son’s wedding—a day that should have been his triumph—yet now, everything was being controlled by someone else.

He Tianlong met his gaze without fear. For Qin Yang of Beihai, offending the Guo family was a small price to pay. Besides, seeing the old master leisurely sipping tea nearby, he felt reassured.

“What does it matter whether we know or not?”

Suddenly, the scene grew chaotic. He Tianlong’s disciples were skilled fighters; the Guo bodyguards were no match and were swiftly knocked down.

Picking up a beer bottle from the table, Qin Yang advanced toward Guo Zifeng, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Do you know? Back when you pushed me into a dead end, I hated you deeply. I even tried to end my own life once. Looking back now, it seems almost laughable.”

Bang!

The bottle smashed down again, leaving Guo Zifeng dazed, stars swirling before his eyes.

The entire hall fell silent, all ears tuned to Qin Yang’s words.

“Remember when you told me you were rich and that made you a god?”

“But now I tell you, money isn’t the only thing that gets things done. Fists can too. And if your fists are strong enough, you can even punch through the heavens.”

Smash! Another bottle shattered against Guo Zifeng’s bloodied face.

“Do you understand?” Qin Yang continued. “Your gravest mistake was attacking the Lao family. At first, I just wanted to strip you of everything. But now I’ve changed my mind—I want you to regret it for the rest of your life.”

With a powerful kick, Guo Zifeng was sent flying like a dead dog.

The wedding venue grew deathly quiet. Even Zeng Qian forgot to speak. The once timid man now exuded an imposing aura.

Guo Qilin glanced at the foreign man beside him with deep respect. “Mr. Inoue, thank you for your assistance.”

Hiding in the shadows, the enchantress’s eyes narrowed sharply upon hearing this. The Guo family indeed had ties with the Japanese. She turned to the young man beside her and said, “Request an arrest warrant.”

Before them stood a man in a black suit, short in stature, with a prominent nose bridge and a mustache beneath—an archetypal Japanese.

Ninjutsu!

He Tianlong grinned with delight upon witnessing Inoue’s prowess and charged forward to fight alongside him.

Guo Qilin could hardly believe that He Tianlong was so protective of Qin Yang. He shouted angrily, “Who gave you the right? Who gave you the confidence to cause trouble in the Guo family? Is it the He family?”

“One He family alone isn’t enough.”

“Then how about adding me?” Gong Hai suddenly spoke up, causing Guo Qilin’s expression to darken.

Tianyang Investment Company’s assets totaled hundreds of billions, all internal funds with no outside capital—a massive enterprise.

“President Gong, you…”

Gong Hai straightened his suit and approached Qin Yang with a serious expression, devoid of any smile. Standing beside him, he respectfully addressed him, “Boss.”

A sharp intake of breath swept through the crowd. Tianyang Investment Company had recently made a series of bold moves, each yielding enormous returns. None expected that behind Gong Hai stood such a young boss.

Zeng Qian’s eyes filled with disbelief. She had heard of Tianyang Investment Company but never imagined it belonged to Qin Yang. How could this not astonish her?

“Heh, I’ll join the fun too,” Ye Meier stood up, her fair face bright with a smile. “Chairwoman of the Tianyang Group, Ye Meier.”

What?

It was Ye Meier—a legendary figure who once led Charm Group, cutting a path through countless obstacles, only to be ousted by the Bai family, which subsequently declined.

Now, people looked at the other woman beside Qin Yang. If Ye Meier’s status was so illustrious, surely this other identity was no less remarkable.

“Hehe, everyone’s staring at me, I’m getting shy. My business is relatively small—Bincheng Carnival Group is a company under my name.”

Zhou Ming and Wang Qiang’s eyes widened. Although they weren’t very close with Ye Meier, Zhang Mengqi and Wang Qiang were old high school classmates.

The Carnival Group was quite large, with branches even in Beihai. Neither had suspected this was their old classmate’s company.

Tianyang Group and Tianyang Investment Company—they were unfamiliar with investment research, so they knew little about them.

But Zhou Ming, as a local official, certainly knew and sometimes studied the rival companies.

Both Tianyang Group and Tianyang Investment Company shared one thing in common: they competed fiercely in the financial markets for profit.

“And me,” Wang Hao stood up. Most business magnates present knew him.

“And me!”

“And me!”

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As more people rose, Guo Qilin’s face grew increasingly sullen, his heart sinking deeper.

He simply couldn’t understand how the once poor boy now had so many powerful backers, not to mention two companies worth hundreds of billions.

These were achievements ordinary men could only dream of in a lifetime.

His lips twitched, body trembling slightly, eyes filled with malice.

“Hmph, you’re just outsiders. Beihai is my turf. No matter who you are, you must establish yourselves here. Otherwise, none of you will leave today.”

Yang Cong glanced at Qin Yang from afar, a hint of amusement on his face. “Qin Yang, after all this, Beihai still isn’t your territory, is it?”

Qin Yang knew Yang Cong was joking. He scratched his nose awkwardly. “That should change after today.”