Chapter 640: A Mighty Man Falls From the Sky, Qianlu's Security Guard

Huang Er: ???

Huang Er was very unhappy now. He admitted that Zheng Qian seemed to have gained control of the situation.

Their group looked large, but they were basically all Shang Rongyan's personal assistants, responsible for various trivial matters regarding her daily life.

The only ones who could really be considered combatants were the two brothers, Huang Yi and Huang Er.

The main reason was that the Shang family never expected that anyone in Jiuzhou would have the audacity to do this.

They were enough to deal with typical assassins.

But unfortunately, the name of this opponent was Zheng Qian.

What Shang Rongyan saw, he naturally saw as well.

In fact, from the moment the poseidon era docked at the pier, he had sensed something was wrong.

Looking around, several cruise ships were approaching, and they were likely all Zheng Qian's people.

He had tried to send a message to Shanghu immediately, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

This was naturally Zheng Qian's doing.

When under the eaves, one must bow their head. The situation is stronger than the person; since they were not in a position of advantage, they had no choice but to swallow their pride.

But... I can make concessions to you, but you want to order me around? Isn't that going a bit too far?

Huang Er subconsciously glanced at Shang Rongyan.

She frowned slightly and nodded impatiently, which was considered an implicit agreement.

Huang Er took a deep breath. His brother was currently injured, with broken arms, and was resting on the yacht.

For now, he was the only one who could hold down the fort. Thinking of this, he signaled for a few assistants beside him to follow.

Duan Qiran also walked behind.

"Wait a moment."

Huang Er led the group to block Shin Jae-hyuk and said coldly, "Young Master Shin, we are from the Shanghai Americas Club, part of the Shanghe International Group."

"The person sitting over there is the Chairman's second daughter, Shang Rongyan. She is also the little sister most cherished by Vice Chairman Shang Yanxiong. Due to some matters, we need to stay here. You've booked all the presidential suites; isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Shin Jae-hyuk frowned, his face full of impatience.

He said in very fluent Chinese, "Aish, I don't care what Shanghai Americas Club you are, or what kind of damn Shang family people you are!"

"Heh, others might give you face, but do I need to? Don't forget, my brother is also one of the candidates for the Asian Business Leader this time. Get out of my way immediately, or I'll throw you all into the sea. Aish, get lost!"

These words were quite ruthless.

Huang Er was furious and was about to strike, but he noticed several bodyguards beside him had their hands on their waists.

There were guns there, and since he was currently injured, he feared he wouldn't fare well if he attacked.

However, Shin Jae-hyuk's words, while crude, were not entirely wrong. Others might need to give Shang Rongyan some face for the sake of Shang Yanxiong.

Did he need to? He himself was from the fifth-ranked top chaebol in South Korea.

Having been used to acting high and mighty in his own country, why should he care about others' opinions while abroad?

Oh, except for their American daddies.

"Did you hear that?" Zheng Qian glanced at Duan Qiran, then helplessly shook his head and said to Shang Rongyan beside him, "What Shin Jae-hyuk said seems correct. Actually, to put it plainly, whether it's Shang Yanxiong or their Le-Pai chaebol, they are all just lackeys of the United States. No one needs to look up to anyone else. That spoiled young lady attitude sometimes really doesn't work."

Shang Rongyan was about to die of anger.

Shin Jae-hyuk had no intention of hiding his words at all.

Everyone in the lobby could hear it; it was just that the translator Shang Rongyan provided for Celinka didn't translate it.

She gritted her teeth tightly, trembling with rage, but had absolutely no way to deal with it. She glared at Zheng Qian with hatred. If it weren't for this damn person, she could have contacted Shang Yanxiong immediately. Daring to insult the Shang family like this—they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

Zheng Qian lit a cigarette and walked forward.

He said softly, "Give him a slap."

Upon hearing this, Duan Qiran didn't hesitate at all and directly raised his hand to slap him.

The strike was as fast as lightning.

Shin Jae-hyuk was merely the youngest son of the third generation of the Le-Pai chaebol, so the bodyguards assigned to him were naturally not top-tier. Let alone comparing them to Duan Qiran, they were far from being the opponents of Huang Yi and Huang Er.

Thus, Duan Qiran's heavy and powerful slap struck him.

With a loud "bang," Shin Jae-hyuk was slapped so hard he almost flew into the air.

It was only thanks to his bodyguards, who were quick-witted enough to grab him, that he was saved from further embarrassment.

"Aish..."

Before he could finish his "shiba," Duan Qiran backhanded him with another slap. The first slap had actually been restrained; otherwise, he might have been killed instantly. This slap had a bit more force added to it.

Shin Jae-hyuk spat out several teeth immediately.

He looked at Duan Qiran with a terrified expression and finally stopped spouting nonsense.

This scene made Huang Er feel incredibly excited and refreshed. He had already been annoyed by Shin Jae-hyuk, but due to his own physical discomfort, he couldn't teach him a lesson personally. Now that the burly Duan Qiran was doing it for him, he naturally found it extremely satisfying.

"Are you crazy!"

At this moment, a Middle-aged Man in a black suit pushed through the crowd, suddenly pulled out a gun, pointed it at Duan Qiran, and cursed, "Do you know who you just hit? He is the Le-Pai chaebol of South Korea's..."

[Slap!]

Before he could finish, Zheng Qian, who had walked up, also slapped him.

Seeing that he was about to pull the trigger, Duan Qiran snatched the gun away and smashed it hard against the man's head with the butt of the gun.

Shin Jae-hyuk's party was not large, and Huang Er and the others surrounded them completely.

Zheng Qian grabbed the Middle-aged Man by the hair, pulled him forcibly in front of himself, and said coldly, "Don't you know that guns are prohibited within the borders of Jiuzhou? That might be fine elsewhere, but in Jiuzhou, you dare to point a gun at our heads? Who gave you the courage?"

The Middle-aged Man looked incredibly terrified.

He really hadn't expected that these Jiuzhou people would just start hitting without a word.

Zheng Qian and Duan Qiran looked very unfamiliar. He hadn't pointed his gun at Huang Er and the others earlier because he knew they were people of the Shang family. Shin Jae-hyuk might not be afraid, but as subordinates, how could they not be wary?

Therefore, after thinking it over, he had chosen a stranger who looked like an easy target.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qian and this guy were the ones not to be trifled with.

"In Jiuzhou, we don't allow foreigners as arrogant as you to exist. I'll give you five seconds to get out. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Wang Yousheng! Ah, no, wait... Duan Qiran, disarm them for me."

As Zheng Qian's voice fell, dozens of people in black suits walked in through the main entrance. They wore large sunglasses, white gloves, and patent leather shoes, but the armbands on their sleeves were a bit distracting.

On them were written six large characters—[Qianlu Group Security].

People at the time did not realize that those wearing these armbands would one day become a legend in the industry. As the saying went: Capable of controlling lolis with a pen in hand, and dominating the world with martial prowess; advancing, they could suppress shota, and retreating, they could climb walls to meet widows.

In the later "Historical Records: Biographies of Pretenders," it was written: Mighty Men Descend, Qianlu Security.