Zhang Yang didn't move, only speaking softly. The President Wang, finally wiping the sweat from his brow, hurriedly replied, "They should be here in ten minutes at the most. Our boss is in a location a bit further away and is rushing over now, as is Mr. Ouyang!"

"I'll wait for them right here. All of you go out now and close the door properly. No one is allowed in until they arrive, or I will hold you personally responsible!"

Zhang Yang turned and walked to the sofa in the private room, sitting down directly.

His words made President Wang pause, and he couldn't help but glance at the six figures lying on the floor.

"Don't worry, they won't die. If you don't leave now, then I will go, and none of them will ever see me again!"

Zhang Yang said this to the stunned President Wang, who immediately turned back, a flicker of fear still on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, please rest. I'll leave immediately, right now!"

President Wang wiped his forehead, nodding repeatedly, and quickly retreated. Before leaving, he didn't forget to stop the group of [Police] officers, which counted as saving them from a dire situation.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was furious. If these [Police] officers dared to act rashly, Zhang Yang would certainly not be polite. If nothing else, the fact that their call for help was ignored and they were the first to run when trouble broke out at the entertainment center was enough for Zhang Yang to properly deal with them.

After taking the [Police] away, President Wang casually closed the door behind him, executing the task perfectly.

In this luxurious private room, besides their own party, only the six still unconscious men remained.

"President Wang, what's going on?"

As soon as they were outside, the [Police] captain couldn't help but ask. They had handled cases here before, but never encountered anything like this. Clearly, their own men were beaten—and they seemed to be the young masters—yet the entertainment center showed no concern and was exceedingly respectful to the perpetrator. President Wang appeared genuinely terrified of the young man named Zhang Yang.

"Captain Liu, I apologize. I've wasted your trip. You should all head back. This is not something you can handle!"

President Wang dabbed the sweat from his brow and continued softly. The amount of sweat he was producing now was more than he usually did in an entire month.

"Understood. Take care of yourself!"

The [Police] captain paused for a moment, then nodded, quickly leading his men away. He wasn't foolish; observing the situation, he understood that the people from the entertainment center seemed to have struck hard iron this time—the other party was far more powerful and formidable than they were. Didn't he hear that even their boss was rushing over?

Although he was curious, when great powers clash, minor figures suffer collateral damage. Neither side was someone they could afford to offend. Staying now would only lead to more misfortune.

With the [Police] gone, President Wang immediately began ushering away the security guards and remaining patrons from the entrance. Finally, he glanced one last time at the door to the private room before shaking his head and departing.

"Cousin, are these bastards dead?"

After everyone left, seeing that the men on the floor hadn't moved, Yang Guang couldn't help but ask, a touch of fear in his voice.

Zhang Yang glanced at him and smiled faintly, "With me here, they wouldn't die even if they wanted to!"

Yang Guang didn't know that Zhang Yang had genuinely wanted to kill these scoundrels just moments ago, especially after seeing Yang Wanying's state. Fighting and killing were common occurrences in the Inner Strength cultivation world, not to mention that these individuals were already at fault. If one were to dig into their past misdeeds, they deserved to die three times over. However, Zhang Yang ultimately held back. He was not one who practiced demonic arts, nor was he someone who disregarded life and death to that extent.

"I knew it! Cousin, you are the most formidable!"

Yang Guang grinned, but the movement pulled at the wound on his face, making him yelp in pain, resulting in a comical expression.

"Come here. I'll treat your injuries."

Zhang Yang beckoned him over, and Yang Guang immediately approached. Earlier, Zhang Yang had been too anxious, focused on getting to Yang Wanying. He had only provided Yang Guang with basic first aid, not pain relief. Now that Wanying was safe, it was time to address Yang Guang's injuries. They were all superficial wounds, but if not treated properly, they could cause him discomfort for several days.

Zhang Yang always carried supplies for emergency treatment. After disinfecting and applying needles, he took out gauze to bandage Yang Guang. After just a few movements from Zhang Yang, Yang Guang immediately felt a great lightness in his body, and the painful areas no longer ached at all. This made his eyes widen.

"Cousin, aren't you studying Clinical Medicine? How did you switch to Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Yang Guang couldn't help but ask again. He clearly remembered that his cousin was a student in the Clinical Medicine department at Changjing University—that was Western Medicine, not TCM clinical practice. Yet, the acupuncture and massage Zhang Yang had just performed were entirely TCM techniques.

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. "This is a family tradition, learned from my maternal grandfather. Don't worry about whether it's TCM or Western Medicine; the important thing is that it healed you!"

Yang Guang was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "I understand. But Cousin, don't forget, I'm also studying medicine. I will definitely catch up to you and surpass you one day!"

Yang Guang's words made Zhang Yang pause slightly, then break into a wide smile. Zhang Yang laughed genuinely and patted Yang Guang's shoulder, "I believe you can surpass me, but you must study hard."

For Yang Guang to surpass him in medical skills was a good thing for Zhang Yang; it was excellent that his younger brother possessed ambition, even if, in this lifetime, it would be impossible. Zhang Yang's medical skill was not merely simple traditional medicine; it was a synthesis of nearly two thousand years of experience inherited from the lineage of the Medical Sage, encompassing the most powerful medical knowledge of Chinese civilization. This level of skill had transcended traditional boundaries. In terms of medical skill alone, perhaps even Zhang Daofeng or Zhang Pinglu could not rival Zhang Yang, as Zhang Yang represented the true integration of Chinese and Western medicine. It was no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yang was currently the world's foremost medical expert, and with the aid of numerous spirit medicines and powerful Inner Strength cultivation, his status as 'foremost' had no equal.

Outside the entertainment center's entrance, President Wang was still wiping his sweat, looking exceedingly anxious. To be honest, he did not know Zhang Yang's true identity. The reason he was so compliant was entirely due to a single sentence from his boss. His boss's surname was Bai, and he was also Bai Feng's father. The boss had instructed him with one decree: Under no circumstances should Mr. Zhang's mood be unsettled; if Mr. Zhang became angry again, being dismembered would be the least of his worries—he would be ruined, and he would take his entire family down with him. He knew clearly that Boss Bai was not joking. His boss was clearly in a state of extreme haste.

After standing at the door for a while, President Wang's eyes finally lit up, and he hurried out. A Mercedes-Benz pulled up—it was the same model as Zhang Yang's, an S500. President Wang strode forward and rushed to open the car door.

A man around fifty years old stepped out; he carried an air of authority, though his face was etched with urgency. "What's the situation?" the man asked loudly before fully exiting the car.

President Wang immediately moved closer and whispered, "It's fine. Mr. Zhang didn't go to the VIP lounge; he's waiting on the fifth floor for you!"

The man's eyebrows twitched, but he only nodded without speaking. His eyes were scanning the surroundings. This man was Bai Zhanming, considered a prominent figure in the capital. Not only did he run his own business, but his elder brother was also a key official at the General Administration of Customs. It was through customs that Ouyang Xuan had initially tasked Bai Feng with investigating Bugatti. This car was imported; driving it around so openly every day would be impossible if it were smuggled. The car was too conspicuous; if it were truly smuggled, it would have to be stored away. Even if these young elites didn't care about such matters, they had to maintain appearances. No family was completely secure; they all had enemies, and no one would foolishly hand their adversaries a leverage point. It was like certain things you could do, but not openly display. Through customs, it would be easy to trace whether this vehicle entered the country through the Shanghai customs or was brought in by Gu Fang from abroad, along with all necessary paperwork. It was precisely based on this point that they mistakenly identified Zhang Yang as Gu Fang.

As he observed, Bai Zhanming suddenly quickened his pace forward. Two more fast cars appeared in the distance: a Ferrari and a Hongqi sedan. From the Ferrari stepped out two individuals, Ouyang Xuan and Ouyang Ming; from the big Hongqi sedan stepped out Ouyang Hao and Ouyang Jiankang.

The phone call Zhang Yang made suddenly to the Ouyang family had thrown them into complete chaos. What Zhang Yang said in the call was far from polite, leaving them utterly bewildered and panicking. Following that, the entire family mobilized, even reaching out to Ouyang Xuan, and finally ascertained the situation in the shortest possible time. The young men Ouyang Xuan had been associating with had tried to offend Zhang Yang's maternal cousin.

The Ouyang family was deeply rooted domestically and already had some understanding of Zhang Yang. After confirming the facts, the entire family moved rapidly. The current patriarch of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Jiefang, personally telephoned Bai Zhanming, ordering him to immediately go and apologize to Zhang Yang, threatening to make the entire Bai family regret it otherwise. Ouyang Hao and Ouyang Jiankang rushed over personally from the family headquarters, bringing Ouyang Xuan along. The wrath of a Great Perfection expert meant rivers of blood—a consequence they could not bear. They were anxious; Ouyang Xuan, who had previously held merit, had instantly become a culprit. If his association led to offending a Great Perfection expert and brought disaster upon the family, his sins would be even greater.

"Uncle Bai, is Mr. Zhang still here?" Ouyang Xuan was the first to run over, asking urgently. His face was filled with anxiety. In his heart, he had cursed those young rascals several times over. If he had a choice, he would rather never have known any of those people. He now understood that this Zhang Yang was an exceedingly powerful figure, at least to the extent that all the elders in his family deeply respected and feared him. He was also keenly aware that despite their apparent power in the secular world, compared to true powerhouses, they were likely less than ants. If these powerful figures targeted you, unless you spent your days hiding in areas under strict modern technological protection, escape would be impossible; ruin awaited everywhere.