The man’s hand had barely extended before it was caught. Yet, his fist stopped barely ten centimeters from Su Zhantao’s head, and the young master felt a cool draft brush across his scalp.

The one blocking the man’s arm was not Zhang Yang, but Long Cheng. Zhang Yang had moved to intervene but immediately noticed Long Cheng’s hand was already in motion, his eyes fixed intently on the aggressor.

Given Long Cheng’s prowess, there was no way this man could even touch a single hair on Su Zhantao’s head. That was why Zhang Yang withdrew his hand and did not strike.

Of course, had Long Cheng failed to stop him, Zhang Yang would have certainly kicked the assailant flying; he was fully prepared. He could not allow Young Master Su to suffer a loss here, especially since Young Master Su was stepping up for him.

Long Cheng subdued more than just the first man. The other bodyguard, seeing his companion restrained, raised his leg to kick Long Cheng.

Unfortunately for him, his foot was slower than Long Cheng’s reaction, and he ended up receiving a swift kick in return, dropping to one knee. His arm was then caught by Long Cheng’s other hand.

Long Cheng held them both, one in each grip, subduing them completely. “You dare strike me?” Su Zhantao’s eyes widened.

The first man’s fist was still suspended inches from his forehead, but the man’s body was immobilized, his face contorted in agony. Long Cheng’s raw strength might not match Zhang Yang’s, but against anyone else, he was a nightmare.

This man felt like his arm was about to snap, yet he couldn't even cry out; the pain was so intense it made him wish for death. Smack!

Su Zhantao suddenly lifted his head and slapped the short man squarely across the face. The man had been standing beside him, staring at the unfolding scene dumbfounded.

Retribution had a target, and Su Zhantao knew precisely who needed to be taught a lesson. The crisp sound of the slap drew the attention of many onlookers, and seeing excitement brewing, a crowd began to gather around them.

Smack, smack! One slap wasn't enough to satisfy him, so Su Zhantao delivered two more.

Having been cursed by the man earlier and nearly having his own person attacked, it would have been strange for the proud Young Master Su to endure it silently. “Security is coming, let’s go!” Zhang Yang suddenly announced.

Causing such a scene with so many people around would inevitably draw the attention of security, especially at a major auto show where their presence was substantial. As Zhang Yang spoke, more than a dozen security guards were already sprinting toward them from various directions.

“Go!” Long Cheng acted decisively, shaking his wrists. The two men, referred to as 'Ah San and Ah Si,' were flung onto the floor, their heads colliding with an awkward thud.

Only then could the two men finally cry out, groaning in pain. The short, plump man had two bright red handprints starkly visible on his face, one overlapping the other—a testament to Young Master Su’s unrestrained effort.

The woman beside him stood rooted to the spot, perfectly still, perhaps utterly terrified. Their movements were quick, but the security guards were no slower.

Just as the group started to walk away, the first wave of guards arrived. “Hold it right there, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” The sharp-eyed guard spotted the men lying on the ground and immediately called out.

Their duty was to maintain order, and any incident that escalated would bring scrutiny from above. His shout made Long Cheng pause again.

The seven stood together, all turning to face the guard. The other security personnel arrived shortly after, moving to disperse the curious crowd and helping the two men on the ground up, pulling them to the side.

“What exactly happened here? Who was fighting just now?” A man resembling the security supervisor addressed Zhang Yang and his group, as they had responded to reports of a brawl.

“No one was fighting. Did you see anyone fighting?” Wang Chen shrugged, speaking first, then mockingly asking Huang Hai and Li Ya for confirmation.

“No, I didn’t see a thing!” “Me neither!” The two suppressed their laughter, nodding vigorously. They were no strangers to such situations and had long since mastered their coordination.

“What? Take them all to the security office!” The security supervisor was momentarily stunned, then barked out in anger.

Immediately, a guard rushed up and whispered something in his ear. The supervisor’s eyes showed surprise, which was swiftly replaced by a noticeable drop in his aggressive demeanor.

The guard had simply explained that these individuals seemed to be associated with the 'Car Alliance,' a group that frequently attended these shows to purchase vehicles. The local security staff, serving the exhibition, eventually got to know these regular, high-spending clients.

The supervisor understood perfectly what the Car Alliance meant; they were absolutely not to be provoked. Setting aside their wealthy backgrounds, a formal complaint or protest from them could result in the security staff losing their jobs.

The Car Alliance members were major consumers at every event. Having lost his nerve, the supervisor seemed reluctant, his eyes darting around.

He tried again, “Then what about those two men? Why are they lying on the ground?” He asked the question weakly, as he hadn't caught them in the act, and the group refused to admit to fighting.

He genuinely didn't dare press the matter further. “Those two?

They must have been having a footrace. They ran too fast and just crashed into each other.

Poor things!” Wang Chen glanced at the two men, chuckling as he shook his head, feigning deep sympathy for their plight. “Let’s go,” Long Cheng tapped Wang Chen, who was still dramatically performing, and the group turned to walk out together.

This time, the security guards made no move to stop them, and the group soon reached the front of other exhibition booths. “Boss, what should we do about these people?” A security guard cautiously approached the supervisor, referring to the two men who had just gotten up—Ah San and Ah Si—and the nouveau riche who had received several slaps from Young Master Su.

“Take them all to the security office. Punish them as appropriate.

This is the Auto Exhibition Center, not a stadium; it’s not a place for running races!” The supervisor snapped, glaring fiercely. He dared not confront the Car Alliance members like Long Cheng and his friends, so he vented his frustration on the upstart.

The two men had indeed run toward this area, and some witnesses had seen it. These guards were tasked with monitoring everything happening in the venue.

The unlucky social climber was taken to the security office and lectured extensively. In the end, someone from the Hummer booth had to intervene to get him released, since he was, after all, a paying customer who had purchased a Hummer.

Once Zhang Yang and the others were safely away, they burst into laughter. The whole farce had actually served to warm up the camaraderie among them significantly.

After all, Zhang Yang and Su Zhantao were newcomers, not yet close with the others. Their prior interactions had been polite and reserved.

This incident had clearly brought them much closer. “Not bad, Young Master Su, I didn't realize you were such a powder keg—ready to explode at the slightest spark!” Li Ya walked over, laughing, and clapped Su Zhantao on the shoulder.

In truth, no real fight had broken out—it was just Su Zhantao delivering a few slaps. If a true brawl had erupted, Long Cheng alone could have handled those few men and dealt with them quite severely.

“I lost my temper, that’s all. Ah, it’s embarrassing,” Su Zhantao scratched the back of his head sheepishly, then covertly glanced at Yang Ling.

Seeing that she hadn't seemed bothered, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. “That whole commotion ruined the mood.

Let’s go grab a drink,” Huang Hai said with a smile, and the others nodded in agreement. They had lost all interest in looking at cars; with their current frame of mind, no vehicle would impress them.

Outside the Auto Exhibition Center, there was a pleasant coffee shop—the place Long Cheng had mentioned. When Zhang Yang and the others arrived, it was fairly busy, so Long Cheng immediately booked a private room.

The coffee shop was quite large and featured excellent private spaces. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for ruining everyone’s enjoyment!” Once seated, Su Zhantao apologized again.

It was only the beginning of the morning, and they still had hours ahead, but his temper had spoiled the mood for everyone. “Young Master Su, please don’t say that.

That fellow absolutely deserved to be beaten. Even if you hadn’t, I would have.

He probably earned a bit of money somewhere and forgot his own name,” Wang Chen vehemently shook his head, and the others nodded in agreement. The social climber had been truly obnoxious, shamelessly bidding two or three times the asking price.

He clearly thought a little cash made him superior, yet every person at their table had a net worth equal to or greater than his, not to mention their backgrounds. “Young Master Su, I don’t agree with everything Wang Chen says, but I agree with this: he deserved the beating.

If we weren't at the auto show, he’d be in the hospital right now!” Li Ya chimed in. The group shared a laugh.

He and Wang Chen were close in age and often argued over different tastes and interests, yet in the end, they were fast friends who stood together against outsiders, just as they did today. “By the way, Brother Cheng, I owe you a huge thanks today.

Otherwise, I would have been in serious trouble!” Su Zhantao turned to Long Cheng again to express his gratitude. When that man charged at him, Su Zhantao had actually frozen, and thinking about it now made him feel hot-faced with shame.

“It was nothing; we stick together. We certainly couldn’t just watch you get bullied,” Long Cheng smiled, then glanced at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang’s underlying power was far greater than his own. He wondered if Zhang Yang would have intervened had he not stepped in.

He suspected Zhang Yang could have managed it. He couldn't shake the doubt: did Zhang Yang possess internal energy like him?

Yet, Zhang Yang didn't seem like someone with internal cultivation; at least, Long Cheng couldn't perceive any telltale signs. If he couldn't sense it, it meant either Zhang Yang truly lacked internal energy, or he possessed it but at a level several times deeper and more profound than Long Cheng’s own, rendering it undetectable.

Long Cheng had started training as a child, working hard since age seven or eight to reach his current level. He found it hard to believe Zhang Yang could be several times more skilled, given how young Zhang Yang appeared.

This reinforced his conviction that Zhang Yang was merely extraordinarily gifted, possessing pure, brute strength—a rare but not impossible occurrence... Thank you to all friends for your support; the daily count broke one hundred again.

Xiao Yu woke up a bit late today, so the update is delayed; please forgive me. This is the first update; there are more coming.

The next update is expected around 6:30 PM! (To be continued……RQ