"Young Master!"

"Damn it, release Young Master Yang!"

Yan Wenshan, along with the other executives and Yang Hongwei's bodyguards, finally recovered from their shock and began to roar in anger.

Even Yang Hongwei's bodyguards pulled out batons and brass knuckles and surrounded Chen Yun, intending to attack him.

Seeing this, Laifu stepped forward to stop him, shouting angrily, "Stop! If you don't care about your young master's life or death, then go ahead and keep going!"

Upon hearing this, the bodyguards, seeing Yang Hongwei fall into Chen Yun's hands, all became hesitant.

Although the bodyguards were still cursing and threatening to release the person.

However, they dared not rush forward again.

Chen Yun grabbed Yang Hongwei by the collar, slammed him onto the table, raised the ashtray in his hand, and smacked Yang Hongwei on the head twice.

Click!

The crystal ashtray broke into two pieces.

Chen Yun then stopped.

Looking at Yang Hongwei, whose head was smashed into a bloody mess, he coldly said, "More than ten years ago, I could pin you to the ground and beat you, and now I can still smash your dog head to pieces."

"Ten years ago, when I beat you up, you cried and begged me for forgiveness. You said that from now on I would be your brother, and you should either go far away from me or bow your head and greet me when you see me."

"Have you forgotten everything you said back then?"

Yang Hongwei's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with terror, as if he had recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Yun.

Just then.

Yang Hongwei's phone, which had fallen onto the table, started ringing, receiving a series of messages.

Chen Yun's gaze fell on the phone next to Yang Hongwei.

A look of panic flashed in Yang Hongwei's eyes, and he subconsciously reached out to put his phone away.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you!"

Chen Yun coldly warned.

Yang Hongwei froze.

Chen Yun narrowed his long, narrow eyes, reached out and picked up Yang Hongwei's phone, and said suspiciously, "Look at your furtive and flustered eyes, what kind of trick are you playing?"

Picking up Yang Hongwei's phone, the screen was still unlocked.

The phone screen displays a WeChat chat group.

The chat group is called the Prince's Club!

"The Crown Prince's Meeting?"

Chen Yun glanced at Yang Hongwei, whose face was bruised and swollen like a pig's head, and said disdainfully, "You think you're worthy? With your pig-like face, even if you wore a dragon robe, you wouldn't look like a crown prince!"

Yang Hongwei's eyes were filled with anger, but he dared not utter a sound under Chen Yun's tyrannical power.

At this moment, Chen Yun discovered that this WeChat group was actually a chat group between Yang Hongwei and a group of powerful young men and socialites in Beijing.

The people inside are all prominent second-generation rich and powerful individuals, either wealthy or noble.

No wonder he was named Prince Hui.

Moreover, there were quite a few faces that Chen Yun recognized, and many of them were mistaken for students from the same school as Chen Yun.

Chen Yun glanced at the chat history again.

I was furious after reading it!

It turns out that from the moment Chen Yun walked into the restaurant, Yang Hongwei had been sending messages to a group of wealthy young men and women in Beijing in this WeChat group.

"Haha, guess who I saw? It was Chen Yun, the once-famous young master Chen!"

After Yang Hongwei posted this message in the group.

The entire chat group erupted in excitement.

Many people inquired about the situation.

There was even one person whom Yang Hongwei had saved as a goddess, who sent three messages in a row asking about the situation.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Hongwei sent a smug message in the group: "You probably don't expect how miserable Chen Yun is now. His hands are covered in calluses, and he's smoking cheap cigarettes. I bet he's making a living by carrying bricks on a construction site!"

Many people in the WeChat group were gloating, saying that this was the consequence of offending Young Master Yang.

Only the beautiful woman whom Yang Hongwei had labeled as a goddess said, "Impossible!"

Yang Hongwei texted: "You don't believe how miserable Chen Yun is now? Fine, I'll give him some money and make him kneel down, bark like a dog, and lick the soles of my shoes. He'd probably do it!"

"You wait, he'll kneel down, bark like a dog, and lick the soles of my shoes. I'll record a video and send it to you, hahaha..."

People in the WeChat group started making a fuss.

Even now, people are still sending messages to Yang Hongwei, asking how he is doing and whether Chen Yun has knelt down yet.

After reading the message in the WeChat group, Chen Yun looked at Yang Hongwei with half-open phoenix eyes and a faint murderous aura, and said, "Are you planning to humiliate me live in the WeChat group?"

Yang Hongwei realized he was in trouble, his eyes widened in panic and terror, and he stammered, "I...I..."

Chen Yun said coldly, "Is this how you play the game? Then don't blame me for being unkind!"

As he spoke, he used Yang Hongwei's phone to snap several photos of Yang Hongwei's face, all the while instructing him, "Don't move, or I'll kill you! Watch your expression, smile, we're going to post these in your Prince Club WeChat group for everyone to see!"

At first, Yang Hongwei dared not make any rash moves because of Chen Yun's ruthless skills.

But when he heard Chen Yun say that he was going to post a picture of him looking like a pig's head, all bruised and bloodied, in the group chat for everyone to see.

He immediately became anxious.

"Chen Yun, you bastard, you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!"

After saying that, this guy wanted to fight back.

"Shut up!"

Chen Yun held his phone in his left hand and slapped Yang Hongwei across the face with his right.

Snap!

The slap loosened Yang Hongwei's back teeth, made his head buzz, and caused his eyes to roll back, almost causing him to faint on the spot.

Now that he understood the situation, he became much more obedient.

Yan Wenshan and the others around them gasped in surprise at the sight, but no one dared to step forward rashly. They could only stand there anxiously.

Chen Yun slowly and methodically sent all the photos he had taken to the Crown Prince's Club chat group.

Instantly!

The chat group completely exploded.

Holy crap! Holy crap!

"W-what's going on?"

"Young Master Yang, is this you? Young Master Yang?"

"My God, Young Master Yang, didn't you say you wanted Chen Yun to kneel down, bark like a dog, and lick the soles of your shoes? How come you're the one who got hurt?"

"Young Master Yang, you weren't beaten up by Chen Yun, were you?"

...

The chat group was flooded with messages, all from @Yang Hongwei asking what was going on.

Seeing this, Chen Yun took another photo of himself and Yang Hongwei with his phone and posted it to the WeChat group.

In the group photo, Chen Yun is smiling, but also a little shy.

Yang Hongwei, on the other hand, lay on the table with a bruised and swollen face covered in blood, looking almost as if he were dead.

The WeChat group exploded again.

The comments were all exclamations of "Holy crap, holy crap!", along with various shocked emojis.

Chen Yun was very satisfied with the reactions of everyone in the WeChat group and was about to throw the phone back to Yang Hongwei.

But at this moment.

But then the phone rang.

It turned out to be the beautiful woman whom Yang Hongwei had nicknamed "goddess" in the WeChat group who called him on video.

Chen Yun was slightly taken aback, but readily accepted the video call.

The video features a beautiful woman with bright teeth and a stunning appearance; she truly is a goddess. No wonder even a wealthy young man like Yang Hongwei would add her name to his contacts as a goddess.

Chen Yun greeted him with a smile: "Hi, beautiful, are you Yang Hongwei's girlfriend or his wife? Sorry, I might have been a little too rough, he's still not over it and can't answer your video call..."

Chen Yun hadn't finished speaking.

The beautiful woman on the other end of the video call quickly distanced herself from him, clarifying, "Chen Yun, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm not his girlfriend, much less his wife. I was only in this group because other classmates invited me. I'm not even his WeChat friend!"

At this point, the beautiful woman's tone turned resentful: "Also, Chen Yun, you don't even recognize me anymore?"

Chen Yun was stunned: "Who are you?"