My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 162: This is the Price!

"Hahaha, a guilty conscience?" Chen Tiequan laughed. "What the hell is a guilty conscience? I certainly don’t have one. Do you know what a Martial Artist is? Do you know what the world of martial arts is? Whoever has the bigger fist gets to control the Destiny of others. A guilty conscience? That’s just a burden for the righteous. I’m a villain, through and through. How could I possibly feel guilty?"

"Old Chen, stop wasting words on him," Qian Sou sneered. "Tie him up first. Let him see with his own eyes how vicious this society is and watch how his beloved sister gets tormented!"

The surrounding bodyguards also broke into lecherous smirks. "Heh heh heh..."

After all, Chen Tiequan alone possessed Grandmaster Level strength—and a fully-realized Grandmaster at that. The experts from the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall and Qian Sou’s bodyguards were also highly skilled; at the very least, they were all Innate masters. There were about a dozen of them in total. With their combined forces, they were absolutely certain they could take down Yang Qi. Whether that was true or not, it was what they believed.

Yang Qi suddenly took a step toward Qian Sou, his cold face filled with a terrifying killing intent. It was as if a gust of wind propelled his feet; in an instant, he was right in front of Qian Sou. His foot flew up and kicked Qian Sou squarely on the chin.

CRACK!

With the sound of his jawbone shattering, Qian Sou couldn’t even let out a scream of pain.

BAM!

Qian Sou was sent flying, smashing into the wall.

Without a second glance, Yang Qi grabbed Ye Qianqian from the table, hoisted her onto his back, and started walking toward the door. I can’t let her get hurt. I have to get her out of here first.

"Stop right there!" Chen Tiequan roared, bellowing his command. "Get him! Kill him!"

The experts from the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall and Qian Sou’s bodyguards charged. Without turning his head, Yang Qi stomped his foot on the ground. Hand Palm Thunder surged through the sole of his shoe into the floor. More than a dozen men collapsed as if electrocuted, unable to get back up.

"You should go too." Yang Qi glanced at Zhang Na, opened the door to the private room, and handed Ye Qianqian over to Ye Fei. "Take them both and leave. I still have some business to settle here."

With that, Yang Qi closed the door. He turned back around to face Chen Tiequan. "Now, it’s your turn."

"Kid, you can’t seriously think you’re a match for me!" Chen Tiequan was extremely arrogant, confident in the extraordinary strength that had made him the master of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall.

"Enough talk. Make your move," Yang Qi said, beckoning with his finger.

With a roar, Chen Tiequan charged, throwing a punch toward Yang Qi. The Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall’s greatest strength lay in its fist techniques, but Yang Qi met the attack with his Fierce Tiger Palm. A terrifying aura erupted from him as the phantom of a great tiger manifested around his body. Then, he thrust his palm forward.

BOOM!

The iron fist and the tiger palm collided with a deafening crash.

Then, Chen Li watched in terror as a figure was sent flying backward, crashing onto a table. It was clear from the sound that countless bones in his body had shattered. That’s my father, Chen Tiequan! But how can this be? How is Yang Qi this powerful? How old is he anyway?

"Spare us! Please, spare us!" Chen Li cried, collapsing to the ground in fear. This was supposed to be a deadly trap for Yang Qi... but now I see it was useless. Instead, it’s trapped us.

"Spare you?" Yang Qi’s voice was cold. "You say that so easily. If I had been even a moment later, what do you think would have happened?" As he contemplated the horrific alternative, his anger gave way to a cold, murderous fury.

He walked toward Qian Sou. "This isn’t the first time you’ve come looking for trouble with me. I couldn’t be bothered to deal with you before, but I truly detest what you’ve done. I could pretend I didn’t see or know about your previous actions. But this time, you’ve gone too far!"

With that, Yang Qi slammed his palm into Qian Sou’s chest. Qian Sou let out a final, wretched scream and died on the spot.

Yang Qi then walked over to Chen Tiequan. "A Grandmaster of your generation, a luminary of Kang City’s martial arts world, and yet you commit such a shameless act. Keeping people like you alive is a blight on society! You can die too!"

He had no intention of showing mercy as his palm struck out toward Chen Tiequan.

"You can’t kill me!" Chen Tiequan bellowed. "The Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall is backed by the Wang Family of the Provincial City! If you kill me, the Wang Family will not let you off!"

"Threatening me, even now? Fool." Yang Qi’s palm smashed down without hesitation, and Chen Tiequan’s life was extinguished.

Finally, Yang Qi approached Chen Li. "Ye Qianqian was your best friend. She trusted you completely, yet this is how you repay her. I don’t like to kill women, but you no longer deserve to be called human."

"AHH—!" A bloodcurdling scream escaped Chen Li.

Yang Qi gave the scene in the private room one last cold look, then turned and left.

Soon after, members of the Heavenly Supervision Hall arrived at the hotel. They were stunned by the horrific scene before them. Chen Tiequan was beaten to death. What kind of master could have done this? In all of Kang City, Chen Tiequan’s strength was second only to Wang Nantian’s. He was definitively the second-strongest expert here.

"What a headache." Lin Weidong, the Commander of Kang City’s Heavenly Supervision Hall, had a grim expression. This case... to investigate or not? If we don’t, too many people have died. But if we do, we might provoke a terrifyingly powerful individual.

"Gather the evidence first," Lin Weidong said with a wave of his hand. The job has to be done, regardless.

「The Ye Family」

It was the middle of the night when Ye Qianqian awoke with a start from a nightmare. Seeing Ye Fei and Yang Qi by her side, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Fei explained what had happened. "How could you be so careless? If it weren’t for Yang Qi, I really don’t know what I would have done!"

"That bitch, Chen Li! I’m going to settle things with her!" Ye Qianqian exclaimed, a wave of post-traumatic fear washing over her. If... if that had really happened, would I even have the courage to go on living?

"There’s no need," Yang Qi said calmly.

"What do you mean, no need?" Ye Qianqian looked at him in shock. "Don’t tell me... you didn’t kill them all, did you?"

Yang Qi remained silent, but his expression said it all.

"They deserved to die!" Ye Fei cursed.

"Alright, I’ll head home now," Yang Qi said, getting up to leave. He had stayed primarily because he was worried something might happen to Ye Qianqian.

"Brother Qi, please don’t go, okay? I’m scared!" Ye Qianqian pleaded, looking like a frightened little bird.

Yang Qi sighed and decided to stay.

「The next morning」

Trouble started early. Ye Fei’s secretary, Secretary Jin, came rushing over from the company in a state of panic, as if the world were ending. "Something terrible has happened! We’re in big trouble!"

"Calm down," Ye Fei said. "Speak clearly. What’s wrong?"

Secretary Jin glanced at Yang Qi and asked, "Mr. Yang, did you... deal with Qian Sou last night?"

Yang Qi said nothing. It’s not wise to admit to something like that casually, lest someone be recording or trying to trap me with my own words. Even if I did do it, I can’t admit it. Besides, I cleaned up the scene completely. It can’t be traced back to me.