Undefeated Soldier King

Yang Xiangming's face was full of arrogance. Even though all the family's industries had suffered setbacks, he remained as domineering as ever. 

Qian Biao glanced at Yang Xiangming expressionlessly, feeling a pang of sorrow for the Yang family's narrow-mindedness. They had no idea what kind of existence they had offended. 

"In that case, I wish the Yang family well. Farewell!" 

Qian Biao cupped his hands in salute. He had long repaid the Yang family's life-saving grace many times over. From now on, the life and death of the Yang family had nothing to do with him. 

Yang Xiangming narrowed his eyes slightly, a strong killing intent flashing within them. 

With a wave of his hand, dozens of Yang family experts instantly blocked the doorway. 

Qian Biao frowned and turned to look at Yang Xiangming. "Family Head Yang, what is the meaning of this?" 

"Do you think the Yang family is a place you can come and go as you please?" 

Yang Xiangming's face was ruthless, devoid of any emotion. "If it weren't for me, you would have died eight years ago. Since I saved your life, no matter how much you've done for the Yang family, your life belongs to me." 

A sharp glint flashed in Qian Biao's eyes. "Family Head Yang, are you saying there's no chance of an amicable parting?" 

Qian Biao had no feelings for the Yang family beyond repaying the debt of saving his life. 

Yang Xiangming spoke coldly, "I'll give you two options now. First, continue serving the Yang family, and I won't treat you unfairly. Second, leave your life here." 

"Family Head Yang, you should understand that a mere Yang family can't keep me," Qian Biao said indifferently, showing no trace of fear. 

Yang Xiangming sneered. "In this world, no matter how skilled a person is, they can't withstand bullets." 

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so Yang family experts surrounding Qian Biao simultaneously drew pistols hidden inside their suits, all aiming at Qian Biao's head. 

It seemed that with just one word from Yang Xiangming, Qian Biao could be killed instantly. 

Seeing this, the coldness in Qian Biao's eyes grew sharper. Although he knew of Yang Xiangming's ruthlessness, he had never imagined that after all he had done for the Yang family, they would treat him like this when he sought an amicable parting. 

For the first time, he felt a strong killing intent toward the Yang family. 

"Ungrateful wretch! The family head should just kill him outright. Why give him a choice?" 

"Does he really think he's so strong that he can disregard our Yang family? A fool seeking death!" 

"He's just a dog of our Yang family, and now he dares to bite his master? A fool who doesn't know his place!" 

The Yang family members hurled insults at Qian Biao. Among them were many whom Qian Biao had once saved, yet not a single one spoke up for him now—only insults. 

Qian Biao remained expressionless, speaking calmly, "Over the years, I, Qian Biao, have done many evil deeds under your command. I should have died eight years ago. Living these extra eight years has been a bonus for me. What do I have to fear from death?" 

With that, he spread his arms. "Since you're giving me a choice, I choose the second path—death!" 

At this moment, he felt no fear, no regret. Over the years, he might have seemed glorious, but only he knew the torment in his heart. For him, death was liberation. 

Yang Xiangming had only wanted to force Qian Biao to continue serving the Yang family. He never expected Qian Biao would rather die than stay. 

"Qian Biao, you're still young. You have many years ahead of you. As long as you stay with the Yang family, there's nothing you can't have. Why choose death?" 

Yang Xiangming was unwilling to give up, still trying to persuade him. 

Had it been before meeting Ma Chao, Qian Biao might have chosen to stay. But now that his survival had been discovered, how could he bear to keep living? 

"Family Head Yang, my mind is made up. Either let me leave or kill me," Qian Biao said flatly. 

At this moment, Qian Biao was free and unburdened, seeking only death. 

Even Yang Xiangming was surprised. He couldn't understand why Qian Biao, who had always obeyed him, had suddenly changed so drastically. 

He could sense that Qian Biao truly wanted to die. 

"Since you've chosen death, I'll grant your wish!" 

Yang Xiangming let out a long sigh, but contrary to expectations, he didn't feel relieved. 

After all, half of the Yang family's glory was owed to Qian Biao. 

But it was also because of Qian Biao's strength that Yang Xiangming had recklessly expanded the family, offending many in the process. 

If news of Qian Biao's departure spread, many forces would seek revenge against the Yang family. 

Thus, no matter what, he couldn't let Qian Biao leave. Once Qian Biao was dead, as long as the news didn't get out, their enemies wouldn't dare act rashly. 

Just then, a black Phaeton slowly pulled up at the Yang family's gate. 

Two young figures stepped out of the car. The burly man held an umbrella, shielding the well-proportioned young man from the rain. 

"The Yang family is quite lively!" 

Just as Yang Xiangming was about to give the order, a mocking voice rang out. Then, two young figures appeared, one in front of the other. 

All members of the Yang family turned to look at them. 

When Qian Biao saw the two, his expression changed drastically. He recognized the man holding the umbrella—it was Ma Chao, whom he had met not long ago. 

Even he, once known as the "King of the Night," was no match for this young man. Yet now, Ma Chao was holding an umbrella for another young man. 

In an instant, Qian Biao remembered the person Ma Chao had mentioned earlier—the Guardian of the Northern Border! 

Yang Chen had only entered the Northern Border five years ago, while Qian Biao had left eight years prior. This was their first meeting. 

Yang Chen looked very young, with a well-proportioned physique. Compared to Ma Chao, he didn't seem like a martial arts expert at all. 

But this seemingly scholarly young man, with a faint smile on his lips and light, steady footsteps, exuded an aura that made Qian Biao feel an overwhelming pressure from the depths of his soul. 

Qian Biao's breathing grew labored, and he felt an urge to bow in reverence. He knew this young man before him must be the current Guardian of the Northern Border. 

Whether it was his faintly discernible aura, his calmness in the face of a dozen guns, or the powerful figure following him—all confirmed his guess. 

"Who are you?" 

Yang Xiangming frowned. He didn't sense anything extraordinary about these two young men. 

Yang Chen had only interacted with Yang Wei before. This was Yang Xiangming's first time seeing him. 

"Grandfather, he's the infamous good-for-nothing son-in-law of Jiangzhou. Five years ago, he slept with the woman known as Jiangzhou's most beautiful CEO, so he's quite famous here." 

A young woman beside Yang Xiangming spoke mockingly, her eyes filled with hatred. 

This woman was Yang Wei's younger sister, Yang Liu. Her husband, Wang Yanjun, had previously harassed Qin Yi at Yan Chen Group. After Yang Chen informed the Yang family, they forced her to divorce Wang Yanjun to save face. 

In her eyes, all of this was Yang Chen's fault. She didn't know his true identity, but Yang Xiangming did. 

Realizing the young man before him was Yang Chen, Yang Xiangming's face darkened with killing intent. "So it's you, you audacious fool! You crippled my grandson, and now you dare come to the Yang family!"