Chapter 249: Fifth on the Tiger List

Bang!

Liu Kun’s body slammed heavily onto the ground, a trickle of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He had already lost count of how many times he’d been knocked down, his entire body ached.

Seeing him struggle to his feet again, both Nanrong Wanqing and Nanrong Yong's eyes showed a hint of pity.

"Liu Kun, get down!"

Hearing the deep voice of Nanrong Yong, Liu Kun shook his head, clenched his teeth tightly, and said word by word, "Master, Miss, don’t worry about me, I can hold on."

"Hmph! Stubborn to the end." Jiang Han sneered coldly, his face full of disdain. "You think you can stop them? It’s like trying to stop a car with your arm, totally overestimating yourself."

Liu Kun stared at the two imposing men in suits, his expression grave, never expecting that the men Jiang Han brought were so formidable. Behind him, Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui were already lying down, unable to fight any longer. Now, the only one who could still stand was him.

Su Lin looked anxiously at Nanrong Hao beside her, "Why hasn’t Ling Chen returned yet?"

"I just called, he’s on his way." Nanrong Hao was anxious too. It was a more than twenty-minute drive from Emperor Foot Bath to Wealthy Manor without traffic, and it was uncertain if Ling Chen could make it in time.

In the midst of their conversation, the two men in suits had already made a move, taking large strides towards Liu Kun.

Seeing this, Liu Kun clenched his fists and, with a burst of speed, charged ahead, throwing a punch at one of the men’s face.

Bang!

Unexpectedly, the suited man stood still, allowing Liu Kun’s fist to smash into his face.

As the fist connected, the suited man appeared unfazed, commenting, "Speed is there, but the strength is still lacking."

Witnessing that it was as if nothing had happened to the man, Liu Kun’s expression changed, and he hastily retracted his fist. However, before he could pull away, a severe pain shot through his chest, sending him flying uncontrollably backward.

"Come again!" The suited man beckoned with his fingers.

Liu Kun supported himself on the ground, struggling to rise, but the agonizing pain in his chest was unbearable. Based on his many years of martial experience, he knew at least two of his ribs were broken.

"Is that all the Nanrong Family got?" Jiang Han shook his head with undisguised contempt. "Nanrong Wanqing, if you don’t want him to end up a cripple like you, you’d better come with me quietly and stop wasting my time."

"No way!"

Nanrong Hao clenched his teeth and stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "My sister won’t go with you. Give up that idea."

Jiang Han snorted with a laugh, "A loser thinks he can stand up for you?"

"Nanrong Hao, come back!" Nanrong Wanqing said, her lips barely moving, her beautiful eyes flashing with concern, fearing her brother might act rashly and get hurt.

"Sister?"

"Come back!" Nanrong Wanqing spoke again, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

Jiang Han mocked, "It looks like the Nanrong Family is truly going to fall. You don’t even have one man who can stand up for you."

Hearing this, Nanrong Hao, who was about to retreat, glared furiously and could no longer control his rage. He suddenly turned around and charged toward Jiang Han.

However, before he could get two meters away, a thick arm suddenly swung over, hitting him right in the throat. Caught off-guard by the attack, Nanrong Hao’s head tilted back as he fell, hitting the ground with a bang. Clutching his throat with both hands, his face turned ashen as he emitted ’ugh, ugh’ sounds, as if he was about to suffocate.

"Nanrong Hao!" Everyone was taken aback.

Su Lin hurried over and helped him up. Instantly, a pool of blood was seen on the ground, and fresh blood was continuously flowing out through Nanrong Hao’s thick hair.

"He brought it upon himself," Jiang Han said coldly with a sneer.

Aside, Jiang Ying couldn’t stand it any longer and burst out indignantly: "Jiang Han, he is your cousin after all. How can you treat him like this?"

"With all due respect, Auntie, you know the rules of the Jiang Family the best. Trash like him doesn’t deserve to be my brother."

"He doesn’t deserve to be your brother, and someone like you doesn’t deserve to be his brother either."

As those words were spoken, everyone’s gaze converged on the entrance.

Seeing Ling Chen stride in, Nanrong Wanqing’s tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and she let out a sigh of relief. The hearts of others that had been suspended also settled down. His arrival seemed to provide everyone with a pillar of support.

However, of all the people, only Jiang Ying’s look was a bit strange; she couldn’t understand why someone who had been fired from the company would appear at the Nanrong Family’s residence.

Ling Chen sat down in the living room, glanced at Nanrong Wanqing, gave her a slight nod, then came to Nanrong Hao’s side and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Catching his breath, Nanrong Hao squeezed out a smile, "It’s nothing, I’m fine." He paused, his face filled with surprise, "Brother Chen, how did you come back so quickly?"

"I’ll tell you later."

Turning his head, Ling Chen looked at Jiang Han, who was sitting in a chair and also sizing him up with coldness in his eyes.

"Who did you just call human trash?"

Ling Chen’s mouth lifted in a playful smile, "I’m part of the Nanrong Family, so of course, I wouldn’t call one of our own human trash. Other than you, who else would be worthy of such a title?"

"How dare you!" Two men in suits shouted in unison, "Dare to disrespect Mr. Jiang, are you seeking death?"

Ling Chen shrugged indifferently, "I’ve courted death not just once or twice, and yet I’m still very much alive."

"What’s your name?"

Hearing Jiang Han’s voice, before Ling Chen could answer, Jiang Ying interjected: "His name is Ling Chen, a former employee fired by Hongyu Group."

"Hmph!" Jiang Han sneered. "I thought you were someone with a big background. Turns out you’re just a nobody who can’t even get on the stage, yet you dare to claim to be part of the Nanrong Family."

"Ling Chen?"

At this moment, the two men in suits exchanged glances, looking thoughtfully at Ling Chen, then said, "We’ve heard that the newcomer ranked tenth on the Tiger List is called Ling Chen. Is that you?"

"Something like that." "Tiger List Ranked Tenth?" Jiang Han’s expression stiffened, and the look he gave Ling Chen abruptly changed. This unremarkable fellow turned out to be a master from the Tiger List. However, the surprise in his eyes was quickly replaced by a cold sneer. "Tiger List ranked tenth, no wonder you’re so bold, daring to be rude in front of me. What a pity, you shouldn’t have offended me. After today, the title of Tiger List ranked tenth will belong to someone else."

Ling Chen squinted his eyes, his smile unchanged, as the other party’s tone did not take the Tiger List ranked tenth seriously, obviously relying on something.

In thought, the two tall and burly men in suits stepped forward at Jiang Han’s signal, holding their heads high with arrogance on their faces.

"Qiu Wen, Qiu Wu, Tiger List ranked fifth."

"Tiger List ranked fifth?" Ling Chen showed a faint look of surprise. How come there are two people ranked fifth on the Tiger List?