When Xue Zhaopeng and his gang of spoiled brats heard Chen Yun say that if they didn't beat Chen Yun to death tonight, Chen Yun would beat them to death tonight.

They were all furious.

They all ordered their bodyguards to go forward and teach Chen Yun a lesson.

More than a dozen highly trained bodyguards rushed towards Chen Yun like wolves.

The surrounding guests were so frightened that they kept their distance, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Chen Yun remained unfazed, abruptly stood up, and delivered a powerful high kick, striking a bodyguard in the chest.

Bang!

Such as the defeat and reform.

The kick sent the bodyguard flying backward, spitting blood, and knocking over several other bodyguards as well.

Amid the gasps of surprise from the surrounding crowd.

Chen Yun flashed into the midst of his opponents.

He moved with incredible speed, his figure appearing as a phantom, like a ghost or a phantom.

His moves were simple and swift, yet they adhered to the military's fighting style: the simplest and most ruthless, aiming for a single, fatal blow.

Bang bang bang...

No bodyguard who stood in his way could withstand a single blow from him.

They were all sent flying backward, spitting blood, by his single blow, and lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

More than a dozen top-notch bodyguards were no match for Chen Yun.

This wasn't the first time Shu Tangyin had seen Chen Yun make a move, but every time she did, she was always awestruck.

Zhang Yanqing was well aware of Chen Yun's strength and knew long ago that Xue Zhaopeng's group of spoiled bodyguards were no match for Chen Yun, so she maintained a half-smile expression throughout.

Lai Fu looked at Chen Yun with a face full of fervor, his eyes filled with admiration.

As for Xue Zhaopeng, Xue Feihong, and other playboys, as well as Zhen Hong, the club owner's wife, their feelings were quite different.

Xue Zhaopeng and the others watched in horror, their faces filled with shock.

They never dreamed that this seemingly refined new chairman of Tianjiao Group, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, would be such a formidable fighter, defeating all their bodyguards.

What is a suit-wearing thug?

This guy in front of me is probably it!

Seeing this, Xue Zhaopeng could no longer sit still and hurriedly shouted, "Steward Pang!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A tall, thin old man, dressed in a blue cloth robe and shoes, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, thin lips, and a pale face, appeared beside Xue Zhaopeng and said in a hoarse voice, "Young Master, don't panic, this old servant is here!"

It turns out that the old man who looked like a zombie from a horror movie was none other than Pang Biao, the head steward of the Xue family.

Pang Biao practiced ancient martial arts from a young age and served as the steward of the Xue family for decades. He was considered the Xue family's top servant and also their top expert.

Tonight, Xue Zhaopeng heard that his younger brother had been beaten up, so he brought Pang Biao along as well.

I never expected it to actually come in handy!

In this situation, if Chief Steward Pang doesn't intervene soon, things will become dangerous.

Xue Zhaopeng hurriedly said, "Steward Pang, quick, take down this guy surnamed Chen."

Pang Biao said, "Don't worry, young master. Watch me capture this scoundrel and hand him over to you for punishment."

After saying that, he stepped out with his feet in the Bagua style, his body moving like a dragon, approaching Chen Yun like a ghost. His right hand, like a ghostly claw, shot out with lightning speed, heading straight for Chen Yun's throat.

Chen Yun didn't take it seriously and threw a punch.

boom!

Chen Yun's fist struck Pang Biao's palm.

A deep, muffled thunderclap resounded in the air.

Chen Yun remained motionless.

On the contrary, Pang Biao staggered back several steps.

Chen Yun was slightly surprised.

Although he didn't take the punch seriously, the fact that the old man could catch it and only be knocked back without suffering internal injuries was already surprising to Chen Yun.

Chen Yun was somewhat surprised by the old man's strength.

Little did the old man know, he was even more shocked by Chen Yun's strength.

Because he had practiced the "Boyhood Skill" for fifty or sixty years, he already possessed considerable skill.

His external martial arts skills had reached a level of perfection.

While it's not accurate to say you can use your body as a bullet, you certainly have no problem with taking hits from knives and swords.

But to his utter surprise, after just one exchange with Chen Yun, he was sent staggering back several steps by a single punch from Chen Yun.

His old face flushed red instantly.

He roared, "You little rascal, you've got some skills. No wonder you're so arrogant. But I was just testing you earlier. Now I'm going to get serious! This time, I'm going to beat you to death!"

Hearing Pang Biao's words, Chen Yun simply smiled and said calmly, "Old man, don't worry. I'm always patient with the elderly, and even more polite to ugly people. You're old and ugly, so I promise I won't beat you to death."

The people present looked strange upon hearing Chen Yun's words.

Shu Tangyin was also at a loss for words!

Zhang Yanqing was the most relaxed of all the onlookers. Hearing Chen Yun's words, she couldn't help but chuckle.

When she's not smiling, she's as serious as a math teacher, but when she smiles, her face becomes indescribably charming and lively!

Upon hearing Chen Yun's words, Pang Biao was so enraged that he was practically on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly, Miss Zhang, who was watching the commotion from the side, burst out laughing.

His face burned with embarrassment; he was utterly humiliated.

Of course, he dared not express his dissatisfaction to Miss Zhang, so he could only vent all his dissatisfaction and anger on Chen Yun, the instigator.

He roared at Chen Yun, "Kid, you'd better have fists as hard as your mouth, or I guarantee you'll die a horrible death tonight!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Chen Yun like a whirlwind and threw a punch at him.

Chen Yun countered Pang Biao's moves and exchanged several blows with him.

Their fists and feet clashed repeatedly, and a series of explosions rang out in the air.

Pang Biao didn't gain any advantage; instead, his wrist was sore from the impact. He was both surprised and angry: "Good lad, your fist is pretty hard."

Chen Yun chuckled: "You're not bad either. You practice the Ancient Martial Arts Childhood Skill, and you've had over fifty years of experience, right? Your body is so strong that you're practically invulnerable to swords and spears. Your only weakness is your groin, isn't it?"

Pang Biao was shocked.

He never expected that Chen Yun could see through his martial arts skills, nor did he expect that Chen Yun knew his weaknesses.

He instinctively assumed a defensive stance, protecting his groin, fearing that Chen Yun would deliver a kick that would cripple him.

Seeing this, Chen Yun simply smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Although I know your weaknesses, I prefer to attack your strongest points."

After saying that, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said in a cold voice, "I'm not playing with you anymore. If you can withstand three of my moves without going down, then you win, old man!"

After saying that, he suddenly moved.

As if in a flash, he appeared in front of Pang Biao in a flash and threw a punch.

This punch may seem ordinary, but wherever it lands, the air twists and turns.

Pang Biao immediately sensed something was wrong, and with a startled cry, he raised his hand to defend himself.

boom!

Chen Yun's punch sent Pang Biao's body trembling violently.

boom!

Chen Yun's second punch blasted through Pang Biao's defensive arms, leaving Pang Biao's chest wide open.

boom!

Chen Yun's third punch landed squarely on Pang Biao's chest.

Despite Pang Biao's decades of training in martial arts, and despite his hardened body, he remained unaffected.

However, the moment Chen Yun's fist struck Pang Biao, the force of the punch was like a tidal wave, piercing through Pang Biao's iron skin and bones, pouring into Pang Biao's chest cavity, and causing massive damage to Pang Biao's internal organs.

"Well!"

Pang Biao let out a miserable groan, as if struck by lightning, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily in front of Xue Zhaopeng and the others, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His face was ashen, and his breath was barely a whisper; he was too weak to get up and fight any longer.

Chen Yun actually shattered his proud defense in three moves, breaking through it from its strongest point.

Xue Zhaopeng and the others saw that even Chief Steward Pang had been defeated by Chen Yun.

Their expressions changed drastically.

Everyone realized something was wrong!

Pang Biao struggled to lift his head, looked at Chen Yun, and said weakly, "You...you're so strong. Did you not use your full strength just now? How much of your strength did you use to defeat me?"

Chen Yun glanced at Pang Biao and said, "Thirty percent!"

They only used 30% of their strength?

Pang Biao was shocked and felt a deep sense of discouragement. He aged more than ten years in an instant and lost all ambition.

Chen Yun ignored Pang Biao and looked at Xue Zhaopeng and the others, coldly saying, "You guys aren't very strong either. With just this much ability, you dare to boast that you want my arms, my legs, and my fortune?"

Xue Zhaopeng's mouth tasted bitter: "I..."

Chen Yun said, "Since you failed to live up to your chances, it's time for me to deal with you."