"What?"
Hearing his subordinate's words, Yang Ce was instantly furious. "Who did this?"
Yang Ce only had one son, Yang Junlin, and cherished him more than his own life. Hearing that Yang Junlin had been beaten to the brink of death, Yang Ce was truly enraged.
"I don't know who they are, but they were all dressed in fine clothes, not like ordinary people."
The subordinate from the White Horse Club spoke, "Judging by their appearance, they seem to have a significant background..."
"I don't care what their background is, but if they dare to touch my son, I won't let them get away with it."
With that, Yang Ce turned and left, leaning on his cane.
Shen Lang and Feng Yijian exchanged glances. Fearing for Yang Ce's safety, they followed closely behind.
Five minutes later, Yang Ce arrived at the entrance of the White Horse Club and saw Yang Junlin being carried back on a stretcher, coughing up blood incessantly, dyeing his white short-sleeved shirt a deep red.
Looking at Yang Junlin's pupils, he saw they were unfocused, and his entire body was on the verge of death.
Yang Ce knew Yang Junlin was injured, but he never imagined he would be so severely hurt, to the point of hanging by a thread. His eyes turned red with anger.
When Yang Ce looked at the dozen or so young men and women beside the stretcher, he noticed they were all around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in luxurious clothes and possessing an extraordinary aura. They were clearly not from ordinary families.
"Did you beat my son?"
Although Yang Ce suspected they were not simple individuals, his son had been beaten this badly, and Yang Ce would not let it go easily. He shouted at the group of young men and women.
"You are Yang Ce, aren't you?"
As soon as Yang Ce finished speaking, a flat-haired youth in a black tracksuit stepped out from the crowd, a mocking smile on his face. "I've heard of your name, the famous Nanling King. However, I didn't expect you to be so weak that you need a cane to walk."
"Alright, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rong Haodong, and your son was beaten by me."
"Rong Haodong?"
Hearing the flat-haired youth announce his name, Yang Ce was stunned. He had never heard of such a person.
While Yang Ce was taken aback, Rong Haodong continued, "Your son was beaten not because I was bullying him with my power, but because he brought it upon himself."
"What do you mean?"
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, Yang Ce suppressed his anger and asked.
"Because he molested my girlfriend."
Rong Haodong said coldly, "Half an hour ago, while we were having tea at the teahouse, your son Yang Junlin, while going to the restroom, secretly groped my girlfriend's butt. Tell me, doesn't he deserve to die?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
After Rong Haodong finished speaking, Yang Ce exclaimed loudly, "Although my son is not motivated, he is definitely not that kind of person. If he wants to play with women, what kind can't I find for him? Why would he stoop to molesting someone else's girlfriend?"
"Rong Haodong, beating my son to this extent is not something you can justify with a few words. Today, no matter who you are, you must pay the price."
With that, Yang Ce took out his phone and dialed a number. In less than five minutes, hundreds of White Horse Club subordinates dressed in black rushed out, surrounding Rong Haodong and his group tightly.
Yet, facing ten times their number of enemies, neither Rong Haodong nor the others showed any signs of panic, as if none of this mattered.
"Yang Ce, are you trying to turn against me?"
Rong Haodong took out a cigar, placed it in his mouth, and then pulled out a lighter to slowly light it. With the demeanor of a big shot, he said to Yang Ce, "Your son was ignorant, are you ignorant too?"
"Dare to make a move against me, believe it or not, if you dare to give that order, we will flatten your White Horse Club."
Rong Haodong said with full confidence, "If you don't believe me, you can let your subordinates make their move now."
"Take them down. If they resist, kill them without mercy."
Ignoring Rong Haodong's provocation, Yang Ce directly ordered his subordinates.
At Yang Ce's command, hundreds of White Horse Club subordinates armed with weapons immediately surged towards Rong Haodong and his group like a tide.
"Haha, brothers and sisters, it's time for some fun again."
Facing the encirclement of hundreds of people, Rong Haodong not only showed no panic but burst into laughter, saying to the others.
"Hahaha, this is more like it."
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, the others laughed along and said, "We're not afraid of them making a move, we're afraid they won't."
With that, Rong Haodong and the dozen or so young men and women simultaneously drew daggers from their waists and charged forward.
Soon, Rong Haodong and the dozen or so young men and women were in a chaotic mêlée with the White Horse Club subordinates.
However, as the clash began, Yang Ce's expression quickly turned grim.
Rong Haodong and his group of a dozen or so moved like a perfectly coordinated unit, their offense and defense orderly, their formation unbroken. They not only withstood the siege of hundreds of White Horse Club subordinates but also counterattacked rapidly, the daggers in their hands flashing cold light.
In less than five minutes, half of the hundred White Horse Club disciples had fallen.
Although none of the fallen were killed, their wrist tendons were severed, a particularly vicious tactic.
Ten minutes later, all hundred White Horse Club subordinates lay on the ground, none able to stand, their screams and groans filling the air.
"These people... are so formidable?"
Yang Ce had initially thought these people were just ordinary rich scions, but he never expected their combat prowess to be so terrifying. Facing ten times their number of enemies, they had managed to achieve victory against the odds, and not a single one of his men had even sustained a scratch.
At this moment, Yang Ce finally understood why his son had been beaten so severely by Rong Haodong.
"Brothers and sisters, did you have fun?"
As Yang Ce's face darkened, Rong Haodong shouted to the dozen or so young men and women.
"Yes—"
A cheer erupted in response to Rong Haodong's words.
"Good, since you had fun, how about having even more fun?"
Rong Haodong said excitedly.
"Good—"
The dozen or so young men and women cheered again.
"Yang Ce, kneel down and kowtow three times to make me and my brothers and sisters happy."
Amidst the cheers of the dozen or so young men and women, Rong Haodong walked up to Yang Ce and said with a smile, "Everyone is so happy, you won't spoil the mood, will you?"
"Presumptuous! Who do you think you are to order a prince to kneel?"
Hearing Rong Haodong's words, A Xiu instantly shouted and then threw a punch towards Rong Haodong.
A Xiu was no ordinary woman; she was a practitioner at the early stage of the Profound Realm. With this punch, she unleashed a formidable fist force.
But facing this punch, Rong Haodong merely chuckled coldly, showing no concern.
The next second, just as A Xiu's fist was about to reach Rong Haodong, he raised his right hand, and a crossbow bolt shot out rapidly from his sleeve. A Xiu, caught completely off guard, was hit in the shoulder by the bolt and fell to her knees.