"What did you say!" Su Can erupted, a furious aura radiating from him. He, the Su Family's second young master, had been called an idiot, a slur he found utterly unbelievable.

Pei Song's heart pounded. This was getting dangerously out of hand. Did this man truly desire death?

Suddenly, Su Chen's eyes hardened. With a swift, decisive motion, he grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it against Su Can's head.

"Bang!" The thick bottle shattered, spraying glass and red wine. Su Can's suit and shirt were soaked crimson, the liquid staining his head—blood or wine, it was hard to tell.

"Boom!" A collective gasp filled the room. Everyone stared, stunned into silence. Was he… was he aware of his actions? Mad! Mad! Mad!

Su Chen, however, remained unfazed, tossing the bottle shard aside and dusting his hands. "Young Master Su, feeling a little clearer now?" he smirked.

Su Can, jolted from his stupor, roared, "What are you all standing around for? Kill this bastard!"

Two middle-aged men instantly appeared beside Su Chen, their palms poised to strike. Milky-white True Essence Energy pulsed, the air shimmering with heat. They had been remiss in their duty to protect their young master, and now they aimed to deliver a devastating blow. Su Chen's speed had been remarkable, but their failure stemmed from the sheer audacity of the attack.

Pei Song remained silent; words were futile. Su Can, with his head injured, wouldn't heed reason, not even for the sake of his family's reputation. He inwardly sighed. He'd done all he could. This Su fellow had simply courted death. Even his grandfather's efforts to win him over had been in vain. He doubted Su Chen would survive this attack.

Su Chen calmly met the incoming palm strikes with his own.

The middle-aged men sneered; this arrogant fool thought he could take them both?

Fueled by anger, they poured more True Essence Energy into their attacks. The air twisted, papers on Su Can's desk fluttered.

"Boom!" A deafening collision. The two men were flung backward, crashing into the wall, shaking the very floor.

The onlookers gaped. How had two Martial Artists been so easily defeated? The men coughed up blood, their faces etched with shock. Sixth-level Qi Refinement practitioners, defeated in a two-on-one fight? This was terrifying.

Su Chen addressed Su Can again, his tone almost conversational, "Young Master Su, are you ready to settle our bet?"

"I won't! What can you do?" Su Can spat.

"Simple. I'll keep hitting you until you do." Su Chen shrugged.

"You dare?!" Su Can was incredulous.

"Then I'll show you." Su Chen grabbed Su Can and hurled him against a wall.

"Bang!" Su Can slumped to the floor, a long trail of blood marking his descent. Pei Song and Yunlong felt a sickening dread. He'd just assaulted the Su Family's second young master!

But the shock deepened. Su Chen stepped on Su Can's face, grinding his foot repeatedly. He was trampling on Su Can's and the Su Family's dignity.

"How about it? Still think I don't dare?" Su Chen smiled faintly. "If that's not enough, we can continue."

"You're courting death!" Su Can raged.

"Courting death with the Su Family? You overestimate yourselves," Su Chen chuckled. Pei Song's heart pounded. Did this man truly defy the Su Family? Why? He'd defeated two Martial Artists, but this was a grave miscalculation. He was walking toward his own demise.

"Sixty billion. Pay up or not?" Su Chen asked dispassionately.

"Never!" Su Can gritted out.

"Then I'll dispense with pleasantries." Su Chen removed his foot, crouched, and calmly stabbed Su Can's thigh with a dagger.