"How much money do you want? Name your price, take it, and then disappear immediately!" Fang Junjie boasts arrogantly, standing tall as if an upper-class prince looking down upon Yang Hao.

Yang Hao stands across from Fang Junjie, emotionless, as calm as a gentle breeze.

His demeanor detached from the worldly affairs, the composure and self-confidence he displays, capture the attention of everyone present.

His aura is compelling, shining with radiance, dispelling all the arrogance of Fang Junjie.

Facing ordinary people, Fang Junjie always presents a strong front, but at this moment, he feels an inner chill.

To cover up his lack of confidence, he glares and snarls, "Your wife is a beauty, and I like her. From now on, she will become my wife! If you don't want to die, wait until I finish the wedding, then go and divorce Yueying."

Yang Hao moves, taking a step that causes the ground to vibrate, marching towards Fang Junjie: "Trash, looking for a beating."

The hall goes silent.

Everyone expected Yang Hao to beg Fang Junjie to spare him and Autumn Yueying, but he actually starts to curse Fang!

Trash? Fang is the young master of a top affluent family in Song Tian, who dares to disrespect him!

One pair of surprised eyes after another turns towards Yang Hao, is he really planning to ruin the Fang family's wedding scene?

He's courting death!

"What's with that look in your eyes? You scare me, hahaha." Fang Junjie breaks into laughter, suddenly his face stiffens, shouting, "You dare to lay a hand on me?"

He isn't some weakling, usually trained by martial arts experts at home, developing quite the fistfighting skill. He can beat around a dozen thugs single-handedly, in his eyes, Yang Hao is nothing but a weakling.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how formidable I am." Fang Junjie's eyes narrow, and he strides forward, throwing a punch at Yang Hao's chest!

The momentum of his fist carried a whooshing wind sound, its speed and power even more terrifying than the martial arts instructor at the training hall.

Fang Junjie's fierce grin widened, as if he had already pictured Yang Hao bleeding and kneeling on the ground.

The bridesmaid, Wang Rong, watched disdainfully.

Madame Qiu sneered and mocked at Yang Hao's overconfidence in challenging the young master Fang.

Qiumeng Ying's little brother, Qiu Haishi, smirked, Yang Hao was still the same hedonistic young master. In front of Fang Junjie, he seemed weak.

"You ignorant jester." Without showing any hint of perturbation, Yang Hao raised his hand to deflect Fang Junjie's brutal punch.

Smack!

There was a crisp sound.

"What was that?" Wang Rong laughed wickedly, "Did Yang Hao's hand get smashed?"

Madame Qiu craned her neck and smirked coldly in contempt.

However, Madame Qiu's and Wang Rong's smiles instantly froze on their faces, replaced by terror.

They saw Fang Junjie's fist suddenly go limp, the back of his hand swelling up like a large bun, flesh torn open and oozing blood.

He grimaced in pain, his arm trembling, his face turned deathly pale as he let out a scream.

The pain was unbearable!

He had always been the one inflicting pain on others, but now he was bleeding, his hand distorted out of shape!

Just as he was stunned, Yang Hao slapped him across the face.

Slap!

A resounding slap echoed, sending Fang Junjie tumbling to the ground.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their gaze towards Yang Hao changed.

Did this guy dare to slap the young master Fang, was he tired of living?

"Young Master Fang, you can't take a hit," Yang Hao steadily stepped towards him, like a god descending upon an ant: "Did you kneel on your own, or did I make you kneel?"

"How dare you hit me? Think about the consequences!" Fang Junjie panicked, shouting in fear, Yang Hao's strength was too much.

Yang Hao slightly squinted his eyes, with a calm expression, casually closing in, causing Fang Junjie to step back in fright, shouting at the men in black, "What are waiting for, go!"

Upon command, a dozen muscular men in black suits surrounded Yang Hao, their clenched fists like black hammers, each radiating an imposing aura!

The Fang family's bodyguards, none of them were decent men. There were people experienced in underground fighting, bouncers from casinos and clubs, even a few professional killers. All of them had blood on their hands, some even had multiple kills.

"Young Master Fang, there are too many people here, it's not easy to get rid of him, shall we just mangle him first?" The head bodyguard swiftly went to the front to shield Fang Junjie, whispering in his ear.

"Make him bleed, beg for mercy on his knees!" Fang Junjie's eyes were bloodshot, with fire blazing in his pupils, he roared out, "He has neither money nor power now, after maiming him, I can just throw money in his face!"

The head bodyguard's eyes chilled, waving to the other bodyguards, "Go!"

In an instant, the black-clothed bodyguards formed three circles around Yang Hao, their eyes revealing a murderous cold, suffused with violent aura!

"Yang Hao, run quickly, I am with you." Qiu Yueying's lovely face turned white, she rushed towards Yang Hao but was blocked by the bodyguards in black.

Wang Rong looked on with disdainful amusement. "Didn't you see all those bodyguards? His legs won't get him out of the encirclement before they're broken. You should tell him to kneel and apologize to young Master Fang. Perhaps young Master Fang might spare him for your sake."

Qiu Yueying glared furiously at Wang Rong. When Yang Hao had previously disappeared, Wang Rong repeatedly suggested that she remarry to Fang Junjie. She hadn't thought it important back then. Now, as Wang Rong continued to suggest it, it didn't seem so simple anymore.

Taking in the sight of bodyguards closing in on Yang Hao, Qiu's mother, Qiu Haishi, and everyone around the banquet tables smirked at Yang Hao's reckless arrogance.

Black-clothed bodyguards were all around Yang Hao. Escape seemed impossible!

Fang Junjie let out a cruel laugh, his eyes radiating venomous resentment. "Yang Hao, even if you get on your knees to beg for my forgiveness, I still want you to bleed at my feet!"

Yang Hao's eyes were like cold sparks, aimed at Fang Junjie. With a swipe of his right hand, a blast of invisible energy shot directly at Fang Junjie's mouth.

Just as Qiu's mother was commending Fang Junjie for his scolding, she saw that two of his front teeth had suddenly fell out and spat out from his mouth.

Pfft!

Fang Junjie spurted a mouthful of blood and his face distorted in pain, covering his mouth he screamed: "My... my teeth! How're my teeth gone, it's killing me!"

The bodyguards were all shocked. Yang Hao was a good ten meters from Fang Junjie, what happened to young Master Fang?

"Are you all idiots? I was attacked by Yang Hao's concealed weapon. Beat him to a pulp!" Fang Junjie roared in rage.

The bodyguards dared not to waste time, revealed sinister expressions, and thrashed their metallic fists towards Yang Hao in the center of the encirclement.

Everyone thought that Yang Hao was about to be turned into a bloody pulp.

But Yang Hao, his figure flashing like electricity, made a swift round within the confined encirclement, his consecutive palm strikes making a fleeting contact with the chest of each bodyguard.

Boom, boom, boom!

A dull sound echoed continuously, as more than a dozen burly bodyguards clad in black suddenly halted, their fists suspended in the air. Almost simultaneously, they opened their mouths and spewed out intertwined streams of blood!

The scene was remarkably spectacular.

Meanwhile, the figure of Yang Hao appeared ghostlike outside the siege, remaining untouched by a single drop of blood.

Looking at the bodyguards once again, they all painfully slumped down, some clutching their chests and screaming, some rolling about, and a few directly fainted away.

This scene left Mrs. Qiu, Wang Rong, Qiu Haishi, and the rest of the group stunned and speechless.

Such incredible skills!

From the moment Yang Hao made his move to the bodyguards falling down, it took no more than two or three seconds. No one could see clearly how he had made his move.

Such a battle offered a powerful visual impact. Were all these muscular bodyguards made of paper?