The Manor of the Twin Heroes

His movements suddenly changed, and in a flash, he unleashed the Tan family’s leg techniques—identical to those employed by Tan Ying herself. Not only was his execution flawless, but the power behind his strikes was every bit a match for hers, leaving Tan Ying both astonished and forced to give her all to counter him.

“You brat, can you really learn martial arts on the spot? Do you realize you’re stealing my techniques?” Tan Ying cried out, both shocked and furious, blocking his attacks while she chastised him. In the martial world, stealing another’s martial arts was a grave taboo.

“Why would I need to steal such mediocre skills?” Chen Fengyun replied confidently. “The truth is, my own martial arts are far too powerful—if I used them, none of you could withstand it. So I simply use your own tricks against you; that way, your defeat won’t weigh so heavily on you.”

There was a loud crash.

Once he had thoroughly mastered the Tan family’s eighteen-step leg technique, Chen Fengyun suddenly shot out a powerful kick that met Tan Ying’s thigh. The force numbed her leg, sending her stumbling backward until she crashed outside the door, collapsing to the ground and gasping for breath, unable to speak.

At this moment, Tan Ying’s hair was disheveled, her clothes rumpled and torn, and her stockings riddled with holes. Sitting on the ground, she looked for all the world like a young woman who’d just been bullied by a brute.

“Who exactly are you?” Tan Ying demanded, her face stricken with terror.

“My name is Chen Fengyun. I was the top student in the province for the college entrance exams this year—haven’t you heard of me? Ah, ignorance is a terrible thing. Honestly, how can you people get by with so little learning?” Chen Fengyun shook his head with a sigh.

“What do you want?” For the first time, Tan Ying felt a flicker of panic as she saw Chen Fengyun approaching. He didn’t look at her as a beautiful woman, but rather as though she were no more than an insect.

“Take me to Qin Tianxiong. And you too—come along,” Chen Fengyun said calmly, tapping her cheek lightly before glancing back at Luo Fei with a cold stare.

Not long after, the three of them were in a car heading toward Tianxiong Manor on the outskirts of Rong City. This was Qin Tianxiong’s stronghold and main residence, and tonight he was there.

“Young man, do you really intend to confront Boss Qin? Let me warn you, he has far more than just me under his command—there are others as strong as I am, and some even stronger,” Luo Fei said as he drove, while Chen Fengyun and Tan Ying sat in the back. Throughout the ride, Tan Ying was intensely curious about Chen Fengyun, bombarding him with questions and even divulging details about Qin Tianxiong’s inner circle without hesitation.

“Tell me—aside from directing his men to traffic drugs, what other despicable things has Qin Tianxiong done?” Chen Fengyun repeated this question again and again, but Luo Fei and Tan Ying dared not answer. Luo Fei was one of Qin Tianxiong’s men and had himself committed many immoral acts; Tan Ying, though she hadn’t participated directly, was a highly paid bodyguard and closely associated with Qin Tianxiong. Naturally, neither would expose his secrets.

Yet once Chen Fengyun learned that Qin Tianxiong was the secret boss behind Shuangxiong Entertainment Club, a profound disgust took root in his heart. He remembered, during his school days, a girl from the neighboring class who had met a tragic end.

Rumors had run rampant at the time, saying the girl was abducted by people from Shuangxiong Entertainment, forced into prostitution, held captive, and threatened through her family until, unable to bear the torment, she leapt to her death from the club’s rooftop.

During that period, Chen Fengyun had heard many stories about Shuangxiong Entertainment and other underground clubs—of girls being forced into prostitution, imprisoned, even murdered to silence them, or entire families wiped out.

Though these events had once seemed distant and had faded with time, the reaction of Qin Tianxiong’s subordinates today confirmed for him that they’d bullied more than a few people over the years.

From this, Chen Fengyun surmised that in all likelihood, the number of crimes Qin Tianxiong had committed through illegal means was beyond counting, and that many more were surely unknown to the public—perhaps not even Qin Tianxiong could remember them all.

“Young man, is it really necessary to make such a big deal just because a thief stole your friend’s wallet? If you get out of the car now, I can go back and tell Boss Qin to let it go. But if you insist on taking this to Shuangxiong Manor, I’m afraid things won’t end well. No matter how good a fighter you are, you’re only one person. Boss Qin has hundreds of men. Even if you’re not afraid for yourself, what about your family and friends? Boss Qin is ruthless—there’s nothing he wouldn’t do.” Tan Ying, surprisingly, tried to persuade Chen Fengyun to back down.

“It’s no longer a matter of whether Boss Qin lets me go—it’s whether I’ll let him go. If I were just an ordinary person, those street thieves might have stabbed me today. If I lacked strength, Luo Fei might have beaten or crippled me, and who knows what would have happened when I ran into you? I could’ve ended up dead before even seeing Boss Qin.

Since Boss Qin prefers to speak with his fists, tonight I’ll show all of Rong City that for all the evil some people commit, it’s not that justice doesn’t exist—it’s just that justice got stuck in traffic for a while,” Chen Fengyun said coldly.

“Boss, Luo Fei and Sister Tan say they’ve brought the boy over.” Inside Shuangxiong Manor, Qin Tianxiong lounged in swimming trunks by the pool, a bevy of five or six women in colorful swimsuits frolicking around him.

“With Tan Ying on the job, there shouldn’t be any problem bringing the kid in. Find out who he is, track down his parents, and demand a million for his ransom,” Qin Tianxiong replied lazily, his head resting on a woman’s thighs, his hands roaming over the bodies of two others.

Earlier, Chen Fengyun had already instructed Tan Ying to call Qin Tianxiong and inform him of his intention to visit. Tan Ying, however, had not mentioned her defeat, so Qin Tianxiong assumed she had captured Chen Fengyun.

Around Shuangxiong Manor, security was airtight. Three miles out, there was a checkpoint, and as one approached, layers of surveillance equipment were everywhere. Guards patrolled with wolf dogs, hidden sentries lurked in every corner—nothing could enter, not even a mosquito, without being noticed.

Inside the manor, over a hundred armed men stood ready, along with more than a dozen martial arts masters, all hired at great expense by Qin Tianxiong, their skills on par with Tan Ying’s.

In addition, some of the manor’s smaller buildings housed Qin Tianxiong’s friends—local tycoons from Rong City, powerful outsiders, and even a few guests from abroad, including two kendo masters from Japan.

Yet, none of the people within Shuangxiong Manor realized that a great calamity was about to descend upon them. Oblivious, they continued their revelry within.