??32: Chapter 32: Young Master Ye, You’re Here
32: Chapter 32: Young Master Ye, You’re Here
Originally standing silently behind Ye Tian, Lin Chumo had tears welling in her eyes, filled with stubbornness and grievance.
But when Ye Tian struck Guo Anna and was about to teach the fat tycoon a lesson, Lin Chumo clung tightly to Ye Tian’s hand, looking at him resolutely.
Since Ye Tian had already acted, she couldn’t stop him.
As a woman who loved Ye Tian, she couldn’t let him lower himself to beg for soone else’s forgiveness, let alone sell herself out.
Ye Tian felt the warmth in his hand, squeezed it firmly, and looked down to see the resolute gaze of Lin Chumo, who was determined to share both joy and sorrow with him.
Ye Tian smiled and gave Lin Chumo a reassuring look.
Several minutes later.
The fat tycoon swaggered back with a group of n in black, each holding a tal stick.
Under the hall lights, the sticks glead silver.
This group of at least a dozen n, all tall, muscular, and with cold, stern eyes, were clearly tough characters, capable of violence if not murder.
The fat tycoon, timidly addressing the leading man in black, then arrogantly spoke to Ye Tian: “Kid, if you kneel here and kowtow ten tis, I might consider sparing your life.”
Ye Tian calmly looked at them, without any fear, and took a sip of red wine.
Seeing Ye Tian disregard him, the fat tycoon told the man in black beside him, “Hit him hard!
I’ll give you what you want.”
“Okay.”
The man in black uttered a single word and made the fat tycoon step aside.
“You’re out of luck today.
Bla yourself for being a poor kid.”
“Attack!!!!”
The man in black coldly said to Ye Tian.
As the group of n in black prepared to attack, one of them, inside the group, had trembling feet and looked like he was ready to drop his stick at any mont.
It turned out that this man was one of the thugs Ye Tian had kicked away when they surrounded Lin Chumo’s family’s stall last ti.
He thought he had landed a big job today and rushed over, but upon entering the hall and seeing Ye Tian, he thought, “Damn, did I step on dog shit today?
How did I run into this geek?
Last ti, he kicked
so hard that my chest still hurts.
Not again!
I can’t handle it!
What should I do?”
When the leader of the n in black gave the order, his panic intensified, and he suddenly thought of a shocking move.
He gritted his teeth, swung his tal stick at the man beside him, and shouted loudly, “You idiots dare to hit Young Master Ye?
I’ll teach you a lesson today.”
Even Ye Tian was startled.
He looked closely and wondered, is this an internal conflict?
Ye Tian saw one man in black clutching his stomach on the ground, while another waved his stick at him in a fawning manner.
The leading man in black, furious, said to the man who hit his own: “Trash!
You’re more trouble than you’re worth!
Everyone, teach that traitor a lesson first.”
The n in black who were initially approaching Ye Tian now turned on the other man, creating a comical scene.
Terror-stricken, the man looked at Ye Tian as if grasping at his last straw and shouted, “Young Master Ye, save !
I’m Tang Jie’s subordinate.
You saw
at your sister-in-law’s stall last ti.”
Only then did Ye Tian rember, and Lin Chumo also exclaid, recalling the incident.
“Tian, help him, please.”
Lin Chumo said softly.
Ye Tian smirked, flicked the red wine from his glass, and the droplets, resembling blood beads, swiftly pierced through the legs of the n in black.
Ye Tian moved like a phantom, appearing before the trembling thug.
Now, the n in black charging towards him all collapsed in pain.
The thug looked lost, while Ye Tian, with a wicked smile, said to the leading man in black: “A bunch of riff-raff like you think you can teach , Ye Tian, a lesson?”
The leader tried to stand but found himself immobilized as if nailed to the ground.
The guests were stunned, with one thought in mind: “What…
what’s going on?
Is this a movie?
One man against over a dozen?”
Yet, among the guests were those with keen eyes, whose gazes sparkled as if they had discovered a treasure.
The fat tycoon, terrified, attempted to flee.
Seeing him run, Ye Tian picked up a tal stick from the ground and flung it.
The fat tycoon collapsed loudly on the floor.
If examined closely, one could see Ye Tian’s eyes filled with endless skulls and blood seas, as indifferent as a hellish realm.
This was the purpose of Ye Tian’s descent from the mountain for training.
Whenever he got angry, his mind would conjure the Shura Blood Sea, a battlefield buried with countless corpses, and a solitary figure.
This massive influx of information overwheld his mind, making Ye Tian as terrifying as a devil.
Previously, his anger erged during combat, but for Lin Chumo’s sake, he once again emanated the Supre War God’s aura.
Everyone present felt suffocated, and the atmosphere beca extrely oppressive.
Even Lin Chumo was seeing Ye Tian so indifferent for the first ti.
Usually, he spoke to her with a smile, always trying to make her laugh.
Standing before the fat tycoon, without speaking, the latter already began to beg: “Don’t hit …
I’ll give you this treasure.
Give
a chance, I promise I’ll discipline that woman.”
Hurriedly, the fat tycoon pulled out an ancient, dusty compass from his pocket, seemingly just dug out, with a black qilin carved on it, along with so strange plants and animals, emanating a sinister aura.
Ye Tian picked up the Qilin Compass, feeling a sense of familiarity, yet he had never seen it before.
Kneeling, the leader of the n in black saw the fat tycoon giving Ye Tian what he wanted and yelled, “You’re courting death!
This is what our boss wants.”
Ye Tian shot a cold glance, instantly silencing the leader.
Putting away the compass, Ye Tian said, “Today’s Chumo’s friend’s birthday party.
I don’t want to ruin it.
You and Guo Anna get out.
If you ever insult Chumo again, this world won’t have a place for you.”
“You, clean up the ss.
Your stuff is with .
Co and get it if you dare.”
Ye Tian pointed at the leader of the n in black.
Actually, Ye Tian didn’t want to leave trouble for the future.
His Supre War God title was earned by stepping over countless cultivator corpses.
But he didn’t want Lin Chumo to know he was covered in blood.
Yet he wouldn’t let it slide either.
That glass of wine contained the Curse Technique recorded in the Yantian Technique.
If they ever harbored murderous intent or ill will towards specific individuals, they would imdiately die with blood flowing from their seven orifices.
The fat tycoon hurriedly pulled up the dazed Guo Anna and slunk out of the hotel.
Nearby, the n in black painfully stood up, cleaning up the ss they made.
At that mont, a luxury car stopped at the hotel entrance, the door opened….
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