Manager He had seen too many of these building tyrants; they were nothing more than thugs disguised as businessmen. Even if you managed to get the police on site and hired another renovation crew to finish the job, these tyrants would sneak back in the dead of night to smash the reinforced glass of your apartment.

Residents would also frequently find themselves inexplicably beaten up in deserted areas.

Qin Fen called the local police station again: "Police station? This is a resident of Sunshine Community. I’m the person who just called to report an incident. This time, I’m not calling to report a crime, but to remind you—is your ambulance ready? That group who were just involved in a commercial dispute with others now all require hospitalization."

Manager He stared blankly at Qin Fen, his mind racing to figure out what kind of person he had encountered. Judging by his demeanor, this person seemed to have significant background and influence. But if so, why would such a person sell property in a place like this?

Manager He cautiously approached Qin Fen and whispered, "Mr. Qin, may I make a call to their associates? You understand, I am a businessman. In the future..."

"You may," Qin Fen nodded, then dialed the hospital number. "This is Sunshine Community. We have three unexpectedly injured individuals here who require an ambulance. Alright, thank you."

Manager He quickly retreated to the side and began making rapid phone calls. Qin Fen could hear him explaining the situation, stressing that the entire incident was the residents' responsibility and had nothing to do with his renovation company.

Qin Fen lightly shook his head repeatedly. These building tyrants were lucky to operate mostly around the outskirts of Shengjing. If this had happened inside Tianbei City, the Special Security Detachment under Wu Hui would have already cleaned them out.

Hashimoto Yojiro glanced around, leaned close to Qin Fen, and asked curiously, "Brother Qin, everything is resolved, why are you still here?"

"Resolved? Not yet."

Qin Fen pointed at the messy pile of sand, cement, and the smashed sofa, continuing, "They haven't compensated for the damage they caused here, and they should be covering the medical expenses for these three men too."

Hashimoto Yojiro shook his head repeatedly, looking at Qin Fen with confusion. How could a person who had reached the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster still haggle over such a small amount of money?

"This isn't haggling," Qin Fen explained, long accustomed to others' perceptions of him. "I can afford this money, but I don't understand why I should pay it. The money I earn wasn't blown in by the wind; I earned it with my life. Why should I hand it over to people who attacked me? Why should I just accept this kind of treatment and obediently pay up? If everyone facing these building tyrants stood up collectively, I don't believe such tyrants would persist. I have experienced hunger; I know how hard it is to earn money. I will absolutely not give money earned through risking my life to these people!"

Hashimoto Yojiro paused, looking at Qin Fen’s retreating back, suddenly understanding much more. He grasped why this young man could achieve his current position at such a young age. His mind was always exceptionally clear, never clouded by his own advancement. His conviction was deeply ingrained, and it was precisely this obsession that led him to where he was today.

From Hashimoto Yojiro's perspective, Qin Fen was fundamentally not pursuing money here; what he truly sought was a matter of principle!

Manager He had finished his calls. He stood nearby, occasionally glancing at Qin Fen with worry, wanting to say something but afraid to speak.

Qin Fen stood casually, hands tucked into his trouser pockets, his expression as still as a deep pool. The fight today wasn't just about the mess on the ground; nor was it solely about the supposed honor and dignity of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Having been a police officer for a year, Qin Fen had somewhat internalized the perspective of law enforcement. As a Martial Arts Grandmaster and a Lieutenant Colonel, he could have simply made one call, and everything would have been settled.

Just let it go? Qin Fen felt that if everyone chose to mind their own business when encountering such situations, he wouldn't be facing building tyrants today.

Many people, upon ascending to higher levels of society, forget the class they once belonged to. Qin Fen would not forget. If he forgot that, his martial arts would never progress further.

Just because he had transcended that class and stratum—did that mean he no longer needed to concern himself with such matters? Qin Fen chuckled softly and shook his head repeatedly. He had transcended it, but what about others? What about all his comrades? People like Ruoruo and Yang Xixi—weren't they ensnared in similar predicaments precisely because of such issues?

If this matter wasn't dealt with today, it was highly likely that the people he guarded would face similar situations tomorrow. Qin Fen murmured softly, "Call it righteous heroism, call it eliminating evil for the people—since I saw it, doing what is within my power is what a martial artist should do."

Hashimoto Yojiro watched Qin Fen with great interest, gaining further insight into why he had admired the young man upon their first meeting. There was an aura about him, a very clean energy.

Before long, more than a dozen mag-lev speeders roared into the sky above Sunshine Community. Even Manager He, who had only basic martial training, could sense the domineering hostility emanating from the dozen vehicles, let alone someone of Qin Fen's caliber.

The doors hissed open, unleashing a wave of young and middle-aged men with ferocious expressions. They either carried knives and swords or were bare-handed, their bodies covered in menacing tattoos.

The last mag-lev speeder, shaped like a sports car, slowly landed. Its wing doors tilted upward, and from within stepped a man wearing a martial artist's uniform, looking no older than thirty. His Star-level strength gave Qin Fen a slight start.

A Ten-Star Martial Artist! A True Innate practitioner who had undergone Blood Transformation and Rebirth! Such martial artists were not common in the civilian sphere, especially one who looked under thirty; this man was qualified to enter the Sacred Martial Hall for advanced study.

Such age combined with such power! Qin Fen began to understand why the other party dared to run such a company. To ordinary martial artists, a Ten-Star practitioner was truly someone far above them.

Qin Fen recalled looking up to Ten-Star Martial Artists who had achieved Blood Transformation and Rebirth in his own past, and he knew exactly the standing such a martial artist held in the civilian world.

Manager He quickly hurried to Qin Fen's side and said, "Mr. Qin, this is Mr. Liu Wenjun, the boss of the moving company. You should quickly apologize to him."

Mr. Liu? Qin Fen looked at the man before him with surprise, musing internally: Sixteen Kai updates fast, read novels at Sixteen Kai. In a situation like this, shouldn't he be introduced as Boss Liu or Brother Liu? Why 'Mr. Liu'? Does he truly consider himself a businessman?

"Xuan Yi, finish him in one minute."

Qin Fen didn't even look at the approaching Liu Wenjun, casually dropping the order before turning his back and walking toward Hashimoto Yojiro. Qin Fen had absolutely no interest in the posturing and showing off that preceded unleashing power to shock an opponent when dealing with these building tyrants. He had no interest in watching Liu Wenjun posture.

A martial artist who reached the Ten-Star level before thirty surely achieved it through significant personal effort, but Qin Fen couldn't be sure if there were others supporting him. He didn't believe Liu Wenjun was the final decision-maker in negotiations, so he chose the simplest, most brutal method.

For people who tried to extort moving fees from others during relocation, Qin Fen felt there was nothing wrong with treating them brutally. If he beat them all into the hospital, at worst, the police would investigate, and he could simply shrug it off and go engage in the Divine Beast Hegemony competition as a mercenary for the Saturn Organization.

Furthermore, Qin Fen was confident that whether due to his current status as a Martial Arts Grandmaster or his connections with Zhao Huzi and others in the military, any thrashing he delivered to these extortionists would simply be deemed justified violence.

Liu Wenjun clearly hadn't expected Qin Fen to react this way, nor had he expected the young man beside Qin Fen, radiating immense oppressive pressure, the Jizen Xuan Yi, to charge out in a horse stance without even a polite greeting.

Regarding Jizen Xuan Yi's martial path, Qin Fen hadn't intentionally forced him onto the same track as himself. He had only gifted Jizen Xuan Yi an extremely high-level internal cultivation method and laid a profound foundation, purging the errors in his prior martial arts. As for the specific path he took, Qin Fen didn't interfere much.

The path must ultimately be walked by the individual!

Jizen Xuan Yi had not disappointed Qin Fen’s guidance. The moment his legs pounded forward, his shoulders simultaneously bounced up and down, one high and one low. His entire musculature rose and fell with the shoulder movements. Though standing, as he moved at high speed, he gave the impression of a warhorse galloping on all fours.

Jizen Xuan Yi’s sprinting speed couldn't match Qin Fen's swiftness, but mixed within the fierce impact sound generated by his legs striking the ground was the sound of ocean waves crashing onto a shore. Over the past year, he had cultivated his martial techniques by the sea, integrating principles of wave motion. As his body undulated, he resembled a seahorse in the ocean, yet his speed rivaled that of a swordfish slicing through water.

Every martial artist has their own path. After receiving Qin Fen's guidance, Jizen Xuan Yi understood the importance of fundamentals even more deeply. Footwork was the foundation of foundations; it was crucial whether one was fleeing defeat or pursuing a foe.

Having defeated an enemy only to be unable to catch them as they escaped was an incredibly frustrating experience.

Jizen Xuan Yi moved like a true galloping warhorse, his figure flashing instantly before Liu Wenjun. The muscles in his right shoulder twitched repeatedly. His arm swung out following the power from his waist, his five fingers suddenly forming a point, creating a sharp chi-chi whistling sound of air being sliced—like the great spear of an ancient battlefield thrusting forward.

Liu Wenjun’s every hair stood on end. The skin on his face felt as if it were being cut by real blades and swords under the piercing force of the air strike. His heart lurched violently.

A long howl instantly erupted from Liu Wenjun’s throat, the deafening sound exploding outward. Jizen Xuan Yi’s spear thrust was applying immense pressure. Liu Wenjun responded by crossing both arms in a cruciform shape, then instantly rotating them in the opposite direction, enveloping the hand executing the thrust.

Jizen Xuan Yi's expression shifted drastically. This Cross-Hand technique Liu Wenjun instantly employed involved slicing, pressing, and finally concealed a massive twisting force. If that arm were caught, it would surely be flayed, if not broken.

Suddenly, Jizen Xuan Yi's thrusting spear sharply retracted. Liu Wenjun’s expression brightened slightly. This retreat meant a significant loss of momentum; regaining the initiative in a fight between relatively equal strengths was incredibly difficult. Just as the thought flashed through Liu Wenjun’s mind, his ears registered Jizen Xuan Yi’s roar—a sound that was neither tiger nor dragon, a massive bellow imbued with the heavy scent of sea wind.

The next instant, Liu Wenjun heard a loud, surging sound of water rolling within Jizen Xuan Yi’s body. Closing his eyes, he felt as if he were standing beside the ocean, listening to the waves surge.

Simultaneously, the muscles on Jizen Xuan Yi’s back exploded with loud bang-bang sounds, akin to heavy seawater relentlessly smashing against coastal rocks.

A massive wave, three feet high or more, struck with enough force to throw a person several meters; even solid rock risked being shattered!

Jizen Xuan Yi’s spear thrust was a maneuver to momentarily gather his energy. This thrust and retraction allowed him to adjust his true Qi and body to their optimal state. His blood surged like the sea during his year of ascetic practice, pushing his physical functions to their peak.

As he advanced, Jizen Xuan Yi did not become physically gigantic, but his two arms elongated through bone and tendon adjustments in an instant, becoming thicker than an average person’s legs, as if two stone pillars from a palace were grafted onto his shoulders. The sound of surging waves resonated continuously in the air between his arms.

Liu Wenjun suddenly felt the air before him become overwhelmingly heavy, as if all the surrounding air had instantly turned into seawater. Jizen Xuan Yi's two massive arms began to sweep through the air.

This was not an earth-shattering strike delivered by merely swinging massive arms downward! Rather, as he moved, his technique transformed into a sky full of giant palm shadows, like a series of raging, furious tidal waves surging overhead!

Raging Tide! Qin Fen's decisive martial technique in numerous battles. Jizen Xuan Yi had observed it repeatedly and received personal instruction from Qin Fen, adding a year of dancing with the sea in the deep ocean. In terms of mastering the essence of wave motion, this single move surpassed even Qin Fen's original Raging Tide!

Retreat? He couldn't! Liu Wenjun instantly understood that if he retreated now, he was truly finished! His thoughts solidified, and the muscles in his legs tensed instantly. Liu Wenjun channeled all his strength into his legs in a flash, then propelled the resulting recoil force back into his upper body. As his body swayed, he resembled a blooming chrysanthemum; in the eyes of an ordinary person, there appeared to be a dozen images of his upper body shaking.

He stepped out, and the sand and cement dust beneath his feet boiled and then violently exploded in the air, like a giant, rare flower blooming beneath his stance. His arms, after crossing in opposition, then rotated forward again, stirring the air into continuous tremors that also resembled a chrysanthemum blooming with a thousand layered petals!

Thousand Flowers Bloom! Also a flurry of countless phantom punches flying wildly through the sky, meeting the Raging Tide head-on!

Manager He watched the intense collision in stunned silence. The sound of air exploding was like successive bursts of thunder. He had never seen anyone withstand Liu Wenjun’s attack, and he never imagined the person countering Liu Wenjun looked significantly younger than him.

Seconds later, after ten strikes, Liu Wenjun’s Chrysanthemum Blossom Fist—Thousand Flowers Bloom—scattered and broke apart. Before he could even register surprise, the power of the Raging Tide had shattered his sternum.

Before anyone could fully process what happened, Jizen Xuan Yi sent Liu Wenjun flying upward with a single palm strike. His legs twisted, and he surged into the air, turning the Raging Tide into a connecting barrage.

Pfft, pfft, pfft... Liu Wenjun spewed mouthfuls of blood into the air. The sound of breaking bones reached the onlookers, cold and stark.

"Nine seconds?" Qin Fen looked at the fallen Liu Wenjun, nodding with satisfaction, and stated calmly, "Send the rest to the hospital too."

Qin Fen looked up at a golden metal plate flipping in the sky, then vanished from his spot. He reached out his left hand in mid-air and snatched the metal plate. Flipping it over, he saw a single large character engraved on it: Heaven ().

Having secured the plate, Qin Fen flipped back to his original position, momentarily perplexed. "What is this? Why use such precious metal for a token?"

"This is..." Hashimoto Yojiro leaned in to look, his eyes widening in astonishment, his voice trembling slightly. "Saturn Heavenly Gate!?"