The five men were about to pull the trigger.
"Stop!"
The next moment, a loud shout rang out.
Three figures strode out from the main entrance.
Everyone's gaze immediately shifted towards them.
Upon seeing the three, Ding Shao quickly got up and walked up to them.
"Boss, you've come at the right time. Someone is causing trouble at our 'Sheng Yan,' and they've injured several of our brothers."
The middle-aged man leading them was named He Qichun, the owner of Sheng Yan. The two men behind him were the establishment's two managers.
Wen Feng looked back and quickly said,
"Uncle He, Second Uncle, you've come at the right time. I'll help you two take down this troublemaker. You'd better reward me handsomely."
"Troublemaker?" He Qichun frowned.
His gaze then fell upon Qin Xuan, who was being pointed at by guns not far away, and Ling'er behind him.
He suddenly remembered a phone call not long ago from Wang Binghun, who had mentioned that an important guest would be attending an auction at Sheng Yan, accompanied by a delicate little girl. Could it be these two?
And this person might even be a Grandmaster!
If it were this person...
He Qichun broke out in a cold sweat. He had wanted to come out earlier to greet them, but he had forgotten due to some matters.
To verify, He Qichun walked up to Qin Xuan and asked in a somewhat gentle tone,
"May I ask if your surname is Qin?"
Qin Xuan glanced at him and said softly,
"What do you think?"
He Qichun's body trembled!
It really was him!
At this moment, Wen Feng stepped forward and patted He Qichun's shoulder, laughing.
"Uncle He, why bother talking so much to him? If he dares to cause trouble at our Sheng Yan, not only will he have to pay trillions, but we'll also break his legs!"
As soon as these words were spoken, He Qichun felt as if he had fallen into a cold abyss, his entire body chilled.
What an idiot!
At this time, one of the other two managers, named Wen Bo, stepped forward. He was Wen Feng's second uncle.
Wen Bo nudged He Qichun's shoulder, and He Qichun hurriedly and somewhat flusteredly signaled him.
This single flustered glance made Wen Bo instantly understand that the person before them was the one Wang Binghun had mentioned, who might be a Grandmaster.
Although Wang Binghun had said "might," it implied that it was possible he wasn't.
However, Wang Binghun had also said that this person had not fully revealed his strength but was definitely a Hua Jin expert.
This meant that this young man, who looked to be in his twenties, was at least a Hua Jin expert, and very likely a Grandmaster!
A Hua Jin expert already held a significant position in the capital. Many protectors of second and third-rate martial arts families were only at Hua Jin, let alone Grandmasters.
"Second Uncle, this brat..."
Before Wen Feng could finish speaking, Wen Bo slapped him directly.
"Bastard, what are you saying!"
Wen Feng was completely stunned.
Why was his second uncle hitting him? Was he having a seizure?
"Second Uncle, why are you hitting me? You should be hitting that idiotic troublemaker... Slap!"
Another slap, and Wen Feng's face immediately swelled up.
Wen Feng was just an ordinary person, while Wen Bo was a Houtian martial artist. Thus, after two slaps, Wen Feng's face had swollen into a pig's head.
"You worthless scoundrel, how dare you speak disrespectfully to a Grandmaster!"
"And you, holding guns to a Grandmaster's face, are you tired of living?" Wen Bo's stern voice made the five men tremble, and their guns fell to the ground.
"Gra... Grandmaster!" One of them could barely articulate the word.
This young man, who looked no more than twenty, was a Grandmaster?! How was that possible!
Even the distinguished guests from high society around them were somewhat shocked.
To witness a Grandmaster, the pinnacle realm of martial arts, something they had only heard of and never seen, at this 'Sheng Yan'!