The Strongest Dandy in the City

"Ah!—"

The monkey felt an unbearable pressure in his chest and let out a loud grunt, saying, "You really think I'm just a simpleton if I don't show my true colors, don't you?"

His palm turned into a fist, shining brilliantly as he lunged at the five youths blocking his way, swinging with a might that seemed genuinely skilled!

Yet the monkey's fierce momentum failed to strike even a single person, instead he was quickly brought down by the five youths, who pinned him to the ground, preventing any further movement.

After struggling for a moment and realizing he couldn't break free, the monkey spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Pah, Qian Fei, you're just a spineless eunuch. If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one. I'll make sure you're so battered even your mother won't recognize you."

A cunning smile crossed Qian Fei's lips, temporarily setting aside his lustful thoughts for the beauty; he walked over to the monkey, stepped on his head, and said with a laugh, "Monkey, are you blind to the reality? The Yes are finished, Ye Chenfeng is finished. The Wangs are nothing but a speck of sesame in Tianhai. If you follow me, I can let you enjoy Tang Xin, this beauty, right now. Stop pretending to be loyal in front of me, Qian Fei. Don't I know exactly who you are?"

"Qian Fei, don't you slander me; I admit that before I met the boss, I, Monkey, was indeed worthless. But after meeting the boss, I've changed completely. Don't compare me to someone as despicable as you; you don't qualify." Even as his head was crushed under Qian Fei's foot, Monkey didn't beg for mercy.

"Fine, if that's the case, you can just watch a live broadcast here! After I've had my fun, I'll come deal with you, you reckless monkey." Qian Fei aggressively rubbed the sole of his shoe on Monkey's head as he said this.

"Qian Fei, stop it, just stop it. The boss will never let you off," Monkey's body struggled again, trying to break free from his restraints, but how could his strength alone match that of five people?

"Hahaha—" Qian Fei burst into laughter, saying, "I really want to see how Ye Chenfeng won't let me off now."

With a "Bang—" the doors of the villa's main hall were blown off their hinges, and a handsome man in a white casual outfit walked in. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, but when his gaze unintentionally fell on the subdued Monkey and the corner where Tang Xin's clothes were torn, his face suddenly showed a trace of anger.

"Ye, Ye Chenfeng, how could it be you?" Qian Fei stuttered his question, clearly having not expected Ye Chenfeng to arrive so timely, as if he knew in advance.

Without anyone else needing to explain, Ye Chenfeng could roughly guess what had happened here. The sight of Tang Xin's tear-streaked face in the corner filled him with an unusual distress. Tang Xin was an orphan, alone and deserving of sympathy, and what Qian Fei had done to her was something Ye Chenfeng could never tolerate.

Then turning to see the blood on Monkey's lips, his heart was touched slightly. He hadn't expected that Monkey truly regarded him as his boss, and in that moment, his anger surged relentlessly upwards.

In the corner, Tang Xin, seeing the figure of Ye Chenfeng, felt hope replace the despair in her eyes. She tried to speak, but no sound came from her throat.

"Hahaha—" Now it was Monkey's turn to laugh, saying, "Boss, I knew you would come, I just knew it. Qian Fei, this beast, wants to take Tang Xin. Boss, you absolutely must not let him go!"

"Monkey, I will avenge you for this grievance," Ye Chenfeng's eyes became incredibly cold.

Recovering from his shock, Qian Fei collected his wits. Wasn't Ye Chenfeng supposed to suffer from panic disorder? Yet, the Ye Chenfeng before him didn't look like a patient at all. Nonetheless, he steadied his emotions and feigned nonchalance, "Isn't this Ye Chenfeng? Why aren't you staying put in Capital City? What brings you to Tianhai? I heard your grandfather is about to die?"

Ye Chenfeng didn't want to waste words with Qian Fei. Since his rebirth, he had only crossed hands with the old man's bodyguard Wu Kuiyong and had yet to teach anyone a lesson. Today seemed like a good day for some exercise.

"Qian Fei, I'll give you two choices. One is to disable your own hands and feet; two is for me to do it for you. Which will it be?" Ye Chenfeng asked succinctly.

Caught squarely by Ye Chenfeng, and with no way out at this juncture, Qian Fei scoffed from his throat, "What are you standing there for? Go ahead and cripple this bastard for me."

The five youths who had been restraining the monkey hit him with five or six punches, making sure he wouldn't get up anytime soon, then let go and turned their fists towards Ye Chenfeng.

A cold, bloodthirsty smile played at the corner of Qian Fei's mouth. In his mind, Ye Chenfeng's fighting prowess was negligible, certainly no match for his five men. He shouted, "Whoever cripples him first gets fifty thousand yuan from me."

Upon hearing money was on the line, the fervor of the five youths grew noticeably. These folks were out here to make money, and enjoy good food and drink, after all!

Facing the joint attack of the five youths, Ye Chenfeng's face showed no sign of panic. Taking two or three strides to gain momentum, he suddenly pushed off the ground, soared into the air, and his consecutive kicks landed on the chests of the five young men.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—"

Chilling sounds of snapping bones echoed through the air. What seemed like ordinary consecutive kicks had broken the ribs of the five youths. In Ye Chenfeng's eyes, they were as weak as ants. Their skills probably couldn't even match those of average street thugs, let alone face Ye Chenfeng.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—"

The five young men fell flat on their backs, letting out heart-wrenching screams as they clutched their chests, writhing and rolling in agony on the ground.

"Boss, that was awesome! You're my idol for life, Bi Mawen," cheered the monkey, who had been worried for Ye Chen at first. But, seeing that Ye Chenfeng defeated the five youths effortlessly, he immediately became overjoyed and began to holler.

Seeing his five men knocked to the ground at first contact with Ye Chenfeng, Qian Fei suddenly felt as if he was dreaming. Ye Chenfeng was not only unaffected by panic disorder, but his fighting skills had also become terrifyingly proficient.

Realizing this, beads of sweat covered Qian Fei's forehead, and he stood petrified on the spot, unsure of what to do next.

"Qian Fei, three years ago, you were like a groveling dog in front of me, and three years later, today, you aren't even fit to be a dog at the feet of Ye Chenfeng," Ye Chenfeng declared disdainfully, looking at the panic-stricken Qian Fei.