The Supreme Wild You Chapter 5 The Peasant Fights the Tycoon1

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 The Peasant Fights the Tycoon_1

A battle has already erupted at the entrance of the Imperial Luxury Hotel.

Zhang Xian and two bodyguards collided with each other with the intensity of teors crashing down from the high skies.

Quite a few tycoons from the business world were amused to see a country bumpkin daring enough to confront the two bodyguards of the Cao family, feeling both surprised and contemptuously amused.

However, the smirks on their faces didn't last long. In less than a minute, the two bodyguards were surprisingly at a disadvantage, unable to defend against this country bumpkin's attack.

"Hmm, interesting. I didn't realize this guy was such a worthy opponent."

"Yes, one shouldn't judge a book by its cover, or asure the ocean by the handful. This guy doesn't look like much, but he's surprisingly strong."

"What on earth is happening? What does this an?"

Many people saw how Zhang Xian had completely suppressed the two bodyguards, their mocking smiles froze, and they stood bewildered as if they had turned into stone statues.

So of them even started to connect the dots between the corporate heiress of the Yanjing-region's biggest Tycoon, the Mo family, who was also referred to as Yanjing's number one beauty, and this village boy. Their perception shifted from amusent to sothing approaching wariness, as they began to sense an unsettling undercurrent in these recent events.

"Did... did he learn martial arts? He's so incredible!" Mo Shaoyun was equally astonished.

A decade go, her grandfather and Zhang Xian's master had indeed arranged for their engagent. Despite the images of Zhang Xian that had lingered in her mind, any attempts to find out more about him had been fruitless. The only thing she knew was that her grandfather and Zhang Xian's master were close friends, and the depth of their friendship was illustrated by her grandfather's readiness to hand his granddaughter over to his friend's disciple.

"Shaoyun, what should we do? Do we need to intervene?" asked Xiao Nan, beautifully mature lady who had initially shielded Mo Shaoyun.

"No, let him do as he pleases. It has nothing to do with ," Mo Shaoyun shook her head and replied.

Due to an incident from a decade ago, she actually held so fondness for Zhang Xian. Her grandfather's promise to him had led her into countless fantasies about how to accept Zhang Xian and develop a relationship with her future husband. She knew that she did not have a choice in the matter. Her grandfather's promise was a shackle that bound her. As long as Zhang Xian was not entirely worthless, she believed she could be a good wife.

Unfortunately, reality could be cruel. Zhang Xian had shown up at the wrong ti, in the wrong place, displaying his feelings in entirely the wrong manner. This had led to her feeling deeply humiliated. She regarded Zhang Xian as a brute who acted without thinking. As the acting CEO of Tiannan group and the only heiress of the Mo family, shouldn't Zhang Xian have been more considerate of her feelings and reputation?

"That guy is really outrageous," lanted Xiao Nan. As much as she was surprised by Zhang Xian's skills, she was also appalled by Zhang Xian's lack of tact.

Anyone should strive to make a good impression when eting their future spouse, right? Zhang Xian hadn't, and had instead managed to make a laughingstock of Mo Shaoyun in front of the entire circle.

"Bang..." One of the bodyguards was suddenly sent flying with a punch.

Imdiately following this, Zhang Xian swiftly appeared in front of the other bodyguard, grabbing the fist that was being thrown at him.

"Damn it, this guy is too strong!" The bodyguard's forehead was covered in sweat; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free his fist from Zhang Xian's grip.

As an elite forr soldier, he had great confidence in his abilities—an aspect that had helped him beco the personal bodyguard of the young master of the Cao Family in Yanjing. However, just when he was confident that he could easily take down the bumpkin in front of him, he realised he was as fragile as a small boat in the stormy sea, seemingly about to be capsized at any mont.

He had never thought that he—who always considered himself to be a vast, powerful wave—would one day be reduced to a tiny boat in front of a country boy.

"Get lost..." Zhang Xian kicked the bodyguard, sending him flying. He then turned his cold gaze onto Cao Ge and disdainfully said, "Seems like this is all you amounted to, and that too, only because of others."

"You...you..." Cao Ge was furious and felt like he was consud by rage.

"What was that?" Zhang Xian sneered, "I actually don't even feel like hitting you, but you just won't stop courting death."

Cao Ge felt a wave of anger surge inside him and was at a loss for words, his face turning as red as a monkey's bottom. He hadn't expected that the guy in front of him was actually incredibly capable.

"Such a worthless piece of trash, yet so cocky?" Zhang Xian glanced at Cao Ge, then turned to Mo Shaoyun, saying despondently, "Perhaps, I really shouldn't have co today or even had these thoughts."

Mo Shaoyun turned away, neither acknowledging him nor knowing what she should say in response.

"I spent a long ti making this bracelet, but it's useless now. No one knows its real value. You are most likely just like he said: You deem

a total mismatch for you—an invincible goddess; whereas I am rely a village bumpkin. It all seems to be nothing but wishful thinking," he said looking at the bracelet in his hand, and laughed at his own words.

After a slight hesitation, he tossed the bracelet on the ground, turned around and started walking away, "If you wish to break off the engagent soday, feel free to contact

whenever."

"Well, at least this guy is self-aware."

"Hehe, tomorrow is going to be a lively day, Mo Shaoyun actually has such a weird fiance."

"Hmph, so Mo Shaoyun isn't as high and mighty as she likes to believe. Even she can have bad days! The guy sure arrived at just the right ti."

A few tycoons who disliked Mo Shaoyun coldly laughed and then, chatting casually, entered the Imperial Luxury Hotel in high spirits.

Mo Shaoyun stayed rooted to her spot, watching Zhang Xian as he slowly disappeared into the distance. A thin layer of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes, but being a woman who detested admitting defeat, she stopped any tears from falling.

"Shaoyun, don't think too much about it. That guy isn't worthy of you," insisted Cao Ge, stepping beside her.

"Go inside! I don't need you to worry about