"Your toys are far inferior to the Ma family's!"
Ying Chen did not answer Yan Yang's words.
Instead, he stared with interest at the pistols in the hands of the two bodyguards and said.
The Ma family's combat team used the latest assault rifles, which were naturally far more advanced than pistols.
Their lethality was also on a completely different level.
When Ying Chen called the bodyguards' weapons toys, he wasn't intentionally belittling them.
However, the bodyguards did not see it that way.
A spark of anger flashed in their eyes. After exchanging a look, they said to Elder Yan, "Elder Yan, shall we show him a little bit of our strength? We guarantee we won't kill him, but we can make him understand the pain of opposing you!"
Yan Yang hesitated for a moment.
Then he turned his back.
He had implicitly agreed to the bodyguards' suggestion!
With their master's approval, the two bodyguards immediately sneered, looking at Ying Chen like dogs let off their leashes.
To their surprise, Ying Chen should have been terrified at this moment.
Instead, Ying Chen also smiled back at them.
It was as if they viewed Ying Chen as a cat playing with a mouse, and Ying Chen equally viewed them as playthings!
"You truly don't know... "
One of the bodyguards, enraged, was about to finish his sentence when he was suddenly grabbed by the neck like a squawking chicken!
And the pistol in his hand had, unbeknownst to anyone, found its way into Ying Chen's hand!
Ying Chen weighed the pistol in his hand, not even having the interest to study its mechanism.
With a single squeeze of his fingers, he crushed the pistol into a ball of scrap metal!
*Swish!*
The expressions of both bodyguards changed simultaneously.
They exclaimed in disbelief, "Grasping iron into mud! Are you a seventh-level martial artist?"
*Clatter!*
Ying Chen casually tossed the metal ball, which was once a pistol, onto the ground.
Martial arts levels like seventh or eighth were meaningless to Ying Chen.
His realm could not be measured by current strength classifications.
"I don't worry about scarcity, but about inequality. Therefore, give me yours too!"
Ying Chen looked at the other bodyguard.
Then he extended his palm.
Despite the bodyguard's utmost resistance, for some unknown reason, he still handed the pistol to Ying Chen!
"How could this happen?" the bodyguard exclaimed, staring at his empty hand.
His face was filled with bewilderment and confusion.
It wasn't until the sound of another metal ball hitting the ground at his feet that he snapped back to reality.
Without a weapon, he could only reluctantly adopt a fighting stance.
"I warn you, don't do anything rash!"
"We all have tracking systems on us. If anything happens to us, this place will be immediately surrounded by a large police force!"
"You'd better not..."
Before the bodyguard could finish his sentence, he suffered the same fate as his companion, becoming another squawking chicken in Ying Chen's hand.
Ying Chen held them both and tossed them aside.
*Plop!*
They were thrown out of the door, lying on the ground like piles of mud, unable to get up no matter how hard they struggled!
They looked at each other in horror, their assessment of Ying Chen's strength increasing even further.
"Guard dogs should stay by the gate, not enter their master's house."
"Before I finish my conversation with your master, if you dare to take a step inside, there is only one outcome—"
"Death!"
Ying Chen said coldly.
Then, with a bang, he closed the living room door.
Yan Yang was left stunned, observing Ying Chen with shocked eyes.
Although he had his back turned and didn't see how Ying Chen subdued the bodyguards, he had clearly seen the metal balls on the ground and the bodyguards lying in the yard!
This meant that the young man before him was not the useless fop he had imagined him to be!
But a rare martial arts master!
Instantly, Yan Yang felt a sliver of respect for Ying Chen.
But only a sliver.
After all, in the eyes of a businessman like him, everything could be bought with money.
Martial arts masters, with enough money, would ultimately work for him, wouldn't they?
"Learn martial and civil arts, sell them to the imperial family."
Now that there was no imperial family, he, a business tycoon, had become the imperial family of the new era!
"May I ask your esteemed name, friend?" Yan Yang asked, cupping his hands.
Ying Chen did not answer. Instead, he looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Didn't you just ask me what I know?"
"I can tell you now that I know everything about you! I know that you appear healthy, but in reality, every night you suffer unbearably. You can't pinpoint where the pain is, but it's so agonizing that it's unbearable!"
"I also know that this hidden ailment has persisted for a full four years, and in recent days it has worsened to the point where you cannot sleep without anesthetic drugs!"
"Even more so, I know you have visited numerous renowned doctors, yet none could find the root of your illness! You have despaired, believing this torment will accompany you to the grave!"
"Furthermore, I even know that you have dreams, dreaming of a ferocious, claw-wielding black dragon that devours your soul every day!"
*Clang!*
Even though he had weathered many storms, Yan Yang couldn't help but change color, retreating several steps.
He backed into a vase, knocking it over as he stumbled and fell to the ground!
"Impossible... Impossible!"
"While it's not that no one knows about my hidden ailment, those people have never witnessed my symptoms! And they certainly couldn't know so much detail, including the fact that my entire body aches but no source of pain can be found!"
"Most importantly, while disease symptoms might be discovered through certain means, the scenes in my dreams are absolutely impossible to know! Because I have never mentioned this dream to anyone!"
"Who exactly are you? How do you know all of this?"
Yan Yang, sitting on the ground, questioned repeatedly as if struck by lightning.
Ying Chen, seeing this, simply smiled and remained silent.
Yan Yang stared blankly at Ying Chen. After a long while, he struggled to get up from the ground.
Having his truth exposed by Ying Chen, he instantly looked ten years older, no longer concealing his pain and weariness.
He first bowed respectfully to Ying Chen: "I apologize for my previous actions, sir. You are truly an extraordinary individual, not someone who the Min family, with their minor status, could possibly control. Therefore, I am now willing to believe that you harbor no ill intentions."
Then Yan Yang slowly sat on the sofa and sighed heavily, "What you said is all true, sir. I have indeed been suffering from this hidden ailment for four years, with no discernible symptoms. And that nightmare appears every few days, causing me not only physical pain but also severe mental torment."
"To speak frankly, sir, I have contemplated suicide more than once. Like the tough Hemingway, a single shot to end the suffering, a clean exit."
"But... at the moment of pulling the trigger, I still hesitated. I couldn't bear to leave my family and children, nor could I abandon the vast enterprise I have built!"
"Earlier, you mentioned coming for this villa. As long as you can cure my ailment, I will immediately and unconditionally give you permanent use of this villa!"
Upon hearing Yan Yang's words, Ying Chen let out a scoff and extended two fingers.
"First: other than me, no one can live in this villa, nor would anyone dare to;
"Second: I want ownership of this villa, not the right to use it. I hope you understand the difference between these two before you rephrase your offer to me."