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Inside the Zhenmiaoyu Nightclub, Cui Hong led Second Brother and others into the establishment.

As soon as they entered, they were greeted with a scene of utter devastation. All the security guards and henchmen in the nightclub were lying motionless on the ground, scattered throughout the premises.

Some of them had visible wounds, with blood splattered all over.

Upon witnessing this scene, Cui Hong\'s expression darkened.

Second Brother, Fourth Brother, and the others exchanged glances and saw the shock in each other\'s eyes.

"The Black Tower has been defeated? Is Wang Chao that powerful?" Fourth Brother\'s expression grew serious.

The Black Tower was an incredibly formidable expert, a six-star warrior who had wreaked havoc on foreign battlefields. Even the likes of Second Brother and Fourth Brother would need some effort and strength to defeat the Black Tower.

But now, the Black Tower was lying on the ground, causing the floor tiles to crack.

Furthermore, the only injury visible on the Black Tower was his jaw.

The jaw was completely mangled, indicating that the mandible had shattered.

However, on top of the Black Tower\'s broken jaw and his skin, a clear shoe print could be seen.

"Just a kick took down the Black Tower?"

"It looks like a single kick was enough to defeat the Black Tower."

"Is Wang Chao really that powerful?"

The onlookers exchanged astonished glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"But wait, look closely. The Black Tower\'s jaw injury suggests that he should have been thrown up or fallen backward. But the force shouldn\'t have been strong enough to shatter the floor tiles." Fourth Brother furrowed his brow.

"What do you think then?"

"In my opinion, the Black Tower must have fallen from a height of seven to eight meters, causing the floor tiles to shatter."

"Seven to eight meters?"

Upon hearing this, everyone\'s expressions dramatically changed. They looked up towards the second floor.

Such a height could only mean the second floor.

"He kicked the Black Tower off the second floor?" Second Brother murmured.

"It\'s not just kicking the Black Tower off the second floor. He kicked the Black Tower so high that he flew up seven to eight meters before falling down."

"To kick the Black Tower that high, my goodness, how strong must his leg strength be?" Second Brother\'s expression was one of shock.

The others shared the same sentiment, their faces serious and their eyes filled with wariness.

The Black Tower weighed over two hundred pounds, and even a bomb couldn\'t propel him to a height of seven to eight meters. Yet, Wang Chao was capable of doing so. This was incredibly impressive!

With a stern face, Cui Hong paid no attention to anything else. He quickened his pace and ascended to the second floor.

At this moment, the second floor was drenched in blood, staining the ground crimson.

What caught their eyes were three knives pinning Yang Ao to the wall, leaving him lifeless.

At this moment, Yang Ao regained consciousness and, upon seeing Cui Hong, his mouth opened as if attempting to plead for help.

However, his vocal cords had been severed when Wang Chao slashed him earlier. Now, he couldn\'t produce any sound and could only gaze pitifully at Cui Hong.

Cui Hong looked at the heavily injured Yang Ao with a piercing gaze, his fists clenching tightly, making cracking sounds.

"Boss, where is Young Master Yang..."

Second Brother, Fourth Brother, and the others also ascended to the second floor. They were about to report that they couldn\'t find any trace of Yang Ao when they looked up and saw Yang Ao nailed to the wall. The words died in their mouths.

Boom!

Cui Hong exploded in rage, his fury roaring like thunder. With a forceful strike, he shattered a solid wooden table, gritting his teeth. From between his teeth, he squeezed out a sentence, "Wang Chao, you\'re seeking death!"

Second Brother snapped back to his senses and urgently said, "Quick, release Young Master Yang!"

Three of his subordinates immediately stepped forward, attempting to remove the three knives.

However, they exerted all their strength, but the knives didn\'t budge.

Second Brother and Fourth Brother frowned, then pushed the three men aside.

Second Brother grabbed two knives, while Fourth Brother grabbed one. They took a deep breath and exerted all their strength.

Bang!

At that moment, an immensely powerful force surged from the knife handles, slamming into Second Brother and Fourth Brother.

Second Brother and Fourth Brother were immediately jolted back, crashing onto the ground. They coughed up blood, their faces pale.

"Qeneius qi!"

As they landed on the ground, they quickly got up and looked at the three knives on Yang Ao\'s body, their eyes filled with horror.

Although Wang Chao had left at least thirty minutes ago, the geneius qi he infused into these knives remained overwhelmingly strong, terrifyingly boundless, injuring them all.

Such power was immensely horrifying!

"There\'s still geneius qi?"

"I want to see what kind of strength Wang Chao truly possesses!"

Cui Hong\'s expression turned grim as he approached and grasped the knife embedded in Yang Ao\'s chest.

Boom!

As soon as his hand made contact with the knife, an immensely powerful force surged toward Cui Hong like a raging flood.

"Shatter!"

Cui Hong\'s gaze turned icy cold as he activated his own geneius qi, intending to disperse the geneius qi on the knife.

Bang!

At that moment, all the geneius qi within Yang Ao\'s body erupted. Yang Ao\'s lungs and heart were shattered, pierced through his chest, blood spraying and splattering Cui Hong\'s face.

"Uncle..."

At this moment, Yang Ao experienced excruciating pain. He opened his mouth, intending to say "Uncle, save me," but upon seeing his torn-open chest, his pupils contracted intensely.

The next second, he felt the vitality within his body rapidly fading away.

Eight seconds later, his pupils dilated, he lowered his head, and he died completely.

Cui Hong was covered in blood, standing still in place, not moving for a long time.

However, his muscles trembled violently.

Second Brother, Fourth Brother, and all the subordinates present remained silent, afraid to utter a word.

Everyone knew that when Cui Hong was silent, it meant he was at his angriest. At such moments, no one dared to provoke his rage.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!"

After a moment, Cui Hong let out a heart-wrenching roar, his eyes crimson, his entire body trembling.

Boom!

In his fury, he pulled out the knife from Yang Ao\'s chest and threw it, piercing through the wall.

Immediately after, he unleashed punches and kicks, smashing all the private rooms on the second floor to vent his anger.

The last time, Wang Chao threw more than thirty people into his villa, and now, Wang Chao had taken the life of his nephew.

Such audacity, such insolence!

After smashing everything in sight, Cui Hong gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot like a wild beast. He spoke in a cold, icy tone, "Spread the word, mobilize all our forces, and exterminate Wang Chao\'s entire family!"

"I want to kill every single one of them!"

"Also, organize a team immediately and head to Zhao Family Village. Capture Pei Donghu and Song Henian\'s families for me!"

"Alive, I desire to see them; dead, I want to see their corpses!"

"Boss, killing Wang Chao\'s family, we can do that ourselves, but are you sure you do not desire to consult with Lafayette before entering Zhao Family Village?" Second Brother furrowed his brows.

To quietly capture Song Henian and Pei Donghu in Zhao Family Village was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

And if they\'re to clash with the Zhao family, it would not be a joke!

Once the Zhao family fought back, it would escalate into a full-blown war with unimaginable consequences.

Pfft!

Before Second Brother could finish speaking, Cui Hong appeared before him like a ghost. He pulled out a fruit knife and stabbed it straight through Second Brother\'s shoulder, blood splattering.

He gripped Second Brother\'s neck and slammed him onto the ground, his eyes bloodshot and frenzied as he coldly said, "Second Brother, are you Lafayette\'s subordinate or mine?"

"It seems that what I say no longer matters to you, does not it?"