The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 232 - 230: Do You Dare Not to Release Them?

Qin Hao withdrew his hand and then cast a disdainful glance at Chen Yuanzhi, asking indifferently, "So, are you willing to submit or not?"

Chen Yuanzhi shook his head bitterly, then nodded. In that instant, the image of him as a favored son of heaven completely collapsed in front of everyone.

Chen Xinrou watched her brother’s dim expression, feeling a sting in her eyes, almost shedding tears. Then, her gaze shifted to Qin Hao, and a fear that squeezed her heart gripped her, leaving her breathless.

At one time, she regarded him as a waste, a discarded pawn used as a stepping stone, yet he had grown to such a terrifying level today.

Her brother Chen Yuanzhi had always been the model and goal she looked up to in life, yet she never felt the desire to surpass him. Yet such a person, considered legendary, was crushed beneath Qin Hao’s feet.

The attendees at the gathering were forces friendly with the Chen Family and the Zhao Family, the elites of Qingshan City whose gazes flickered as they began weighing the pros and cons. How to engage with Qin Hao had become a shared thought among them.

Qin Hao walked up to Zhao Mengke, gave her a casual smile, and said, "Let’s go home. I’ll see who dares to keep you?"

"Mm!"

Zhao Mengke nodded heavily and then obediently took Lin Yuhan by the arm, following Qin Hao out.

The long skirt gracefully dragged on the ground, snagging on a table. Zhao Mengke frowned slightly, then with a swift motion, audibly tore off the long train of the skirt.

The luxurious skirt immediately split, and this dress, valued at seven hundred thousand USD, was torn apart without a thought. The grandeur of Zhao Mengke’s dress transformed instantly into a knee-length short skirt, with a tattered strip of cloth at the hem.

The torn piece of the luxurious skirt fluttered a few times like rippling water before finally settling lifelessly on the floor. Despite its seventy-plus shades of gradated blue, it lost all its brilliance, like stagnant water.

"Xiaomeng...."

He Fangqing called out to Zhao Mengke, her expression complex. Mengke paused lightly in her steps and turned back. Just as He Fangqing was about to speak further, Zhao Mengke merely gave her a disappointed smile and bowed deeply.

Words left unspoken.

He Fangqin and Zhao Mengke’s father stood speechless, watching Zhao Mengke slowly recede with Qin Hao’s silhouette.

Just then, the solemn voice of Patriarch Chen sounded once again. His tone was calm, but his every word carried an inexplicable sharp intent.

"Qin Hao, are you really planning to leave like this today?"

Qin Hao turned around, looked at him disdainfully, and said, "Otherwise, what? Is Mr. Chen planning to offer me another drink?"

Patriarch Chen maintained a stern face and ignored the mockery in Qin Hao’s tone, continuing slowly, "Things have come to this, there’s no turning back."

"In that case, Qin Hao, today I’ll show you what true family heritage means."

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, his tone even more dismissive. He laughed and said, "Alright then, I’ll keep my eyes wide open and see what you can do to keep me here today!"

"Just because you’ve offended my Chen Family."

"And then what?"

"That’s enough."

Patriarch Chen’s gaze was as deep as the sea, fixed on Qin Hao’s face.

Qin Hao did not budge, coldly staring back at him.

"Qin Hao, do you really think with your own power, you can oppose my entire Chen Family? Today, if you walk out that door, my Chen Family and you will be enemies irreconcilable!"

"I, as the Patriarch of the Chen Family, declare today that if you don’t give me a satisfactory explanation, my Chen Family will use the full force of our entire family and pursue you relentlessly!"

"Uncle Chen, what an imposing threat you have!"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh sounded.

Then, a violent tremor echoed through the entire hall.

The neatly arranged high-stemmed glasses were the first to respond, ringing chaotically, followed by the successive sounds of breaking glass.

The violent quiver knocked all the stacked glasses to the floor, champagne spilling everywhere, its rich aroma spreading through the hall.

Is it an earthquake!?

For a moment, this thought flashed through everyone’s minds. But soon, everyone realized that the sound was not like an earthquake, but a tremor from some large vehicle in motion.

Yet, in this serene environment, how could there be large construction vehicles coming in?

Patriarch Chen had just furrowed his brow when a series of shocked exclamations sprang up in the hall.

"Wow, this is beyond awesome!"

Zhao Mengke covered her mouth, watching the colossal figure as it continued towards the venue entrance.

Lin Yuhan also widened her eyes, too stunned to speak.

Outside the exhibition hall, a tank with a sand-colored camo coating high-angled its gun barrel, driving into the venue.

Qin Hao’s gaze carried a subtle smile as he locked eyes with Patriarch Chen, standing with his hands behind his back.

In the collective shock of everyone, the tank slowly stopped at the entrance, and Fang Zhenwu was the first to jump out, striding briskly towards Qin Hao.

As he entered the hall, he walked directly to Patriarch Chen, who was also unnerved and attempted to remain calm as he gestured outside and asked, "Young Master Fang, what do you mean by this?"

Fang Zhenwu cast him a cold glance and then said, "I am here by Mr. Ye’s order to escort Mr. Qin, Qin Hao, back."

Once those words were uttered, a thunderclap rang in the hearts of everyone once more.

Those who previously belittled Qin Hao, claiming he was merely Mr. Ye’s lapdog, were all ashen-faced, with some of weaker resolve already starting to edge out of the crowd for fear of Qin Hao seeking retribution.

"Wha... What..."

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Chen’s eyes widened, then fell into a long silence, his expression growing more bitter. In an instant, he seemed to age over a decade, his straight waist bending with defeat.

Gone was the infinitely glorious, dignified Patriarch Chen.

In his place stood a man in his fifties, weary from the experiences of life.

Mr. Ye had come to retrieve Qin Hao.

The thought struck his heart dozens of times, finally dissolving into a helpless sigh.

Fetching someone with a tank, what kind of treatment is this?

His gaze became even more overcast.

It’s likely—

The Chen Family from now on,

will lose face in Qingshan City, forever becoming a laughingstock, won’t it?