"Alright, alright," An Yiqing laughed and begged for mercy, "It’s my fault for disturbing Miss Xu’s meal."

Xu Qingtian elegantly rolled her eyes and wiped her greasy hands on a napkin, "My mom never lets me eat street food, says it’s unsanitary and might upset my stomach. I’ve always been abroad, where there’s no local food stalls, so I couldn’t care less. Now that I have the chance, I’m definitely going to enjoy a good meal."

With that, she dove back into the fray, joining the Thirteen Blood Generals in rolling up sleeves and grappling for food.

An Yiqing shook her head in amusement, gave Li Yuphei a challenging look, and also joined the food battle.

Li Yuphei narrowed his eyes, looked down on him?

With a cold laugh, the Third Young Master Li extended his hand like a claw and successfully intercepted the crab Xu Qingtian was holding.

In an instant, the table erupted in laughter and Xu Qingtian’s exclamations.

However, unlike the lively scene with An Yiqing and her group, the Jiang Family was under a dark cloud.

After An Yiqing left, Jiang Zirong had the Galaxy Sect members kicked out, leaving only a few confidants.

Uncle Jiang, injured by An Yiqing, was lying on the sofa, vomiting blood furiously. The Jiang Family’s doctor rushed over, stopping the bleeding and administering IV fluids, taking quite a while to stabilize Uncle Jiang’s condition.

Jiang Huai and Jiang Zirong sat on the sofa, smoking incessantly, eyes darkened as they looked at Uncle Jiang lying on the opposite sofa. Jiang Xuerou was taken to a bedroom to receive treatment from the family doctor. Her stepmother, shaken, had also gone back to her room.

The hall was silent, with Jiang Zirong’s confidants standing by, not daring to breathe loudly.

After a long while, Jiang Huai stubbed out his cigarette harshly in the ashtray.

"Old Jiang, how’s your injury?"

"I’m alright, still got a breath left." Uncle Jiang sat up with effort from the sofa, leaning back and panting heavily, "Sir, An Yiqing..."

"An Yiqing is outrageous! Does she think the Jiang Family is that easy to mess with?! Tomorrow I will issue a bounty on Flower Island, hunt her down!" Jiang Zirong slammed the table with a bang, shouting angrily.

Jiang Huai glared at him with dissatisfaction, "What are you yelling about?! Good for nothing but trouble! Shut up!"

Jiang Zirong was stunned, finding his father’s attitude somewhat strange.

"Dad..."

Jiang Huai was uninterested in looking at him, turned to ask Uncle Jiang, "Old Jiang, what’s your opinion?"

Uncle Jiang’s expression darkened slightly, "Sir, we can’t afford to provoke An Yiqing."

Jiang Huai’s demeanor changed, "What do you mean by that? Not pursuing it anymore?"

"Sir, An Yiqing’s strength is far beyond mine. If I’m not mistaken, she’s likely a Martial Cultivator. Against someone like her, even with the entire Galaxy Sect, we have no chance of winning."

"Martial Cultivator?! Are you sure?!" Jiang Huai’s face turned pale, standing up quickly from the sofa, his sharp eyes fixed on Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang nodded, "Though my strength is not the strongest, it would still cost an ordinary Ancient Martial Artist to defeat me. But An Yiqing took me down in one move, such strength, unless she has already reached the realm of a Martial Cultivator."

Jiang Huai was stunned, collapsing into the sofa. A Martial Cultivator, a peak he could never reach in his lifetime! Although Jiang Huai was a notorious presence, he remained a mere mortal. No matter how good his combat skills were, he only possessed Internal Martial Arts, not even touching the edge of ancient martial arts.

If An Yiqing really was a Martial Cultivator, then even if she killed them, he couldn’t resist.

In an instant, Jiang Huai seemed to have aged ten years.

Jiang Zirong didn’t understand the conversation between Uncle Jiang and Jiang Huai, but he grasped that An Yiqing was very powerful.

"So what if she’s strong? Can she dodge firearms? Haha, I don’t believe she’s stronger than a gun!"

As soon as Jiang Zirong finished speaking, he received a slap from Jiang Huai.

"What do you know! All you cause is trouble, ignorant of everything! Living over forty years, yet you still don’t understand the existence of a Martial Cultivator! You unworthy child!" Jiang Huai was trembling with anger, slapping Jiang Zirong’s head repeatedly, rendering him speechless.

Uncle Jiang looked deeply at Jiang Zirong, sighing, "Family Head, to a Martial Cultivator, bullets are powerless. Did you just see An Yiqing’s speed, surrounded by so many armed people, yet she was unharmed?"

Jiang Zirong was taken aback, recalling An Yiqing’s ghostly figure earlier, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.