Chapter 31

Hearing that these fierce men were targeting Ye Chenfeng, Wan Kai’s face broke into a smug smile. He wished Ye Chenfeng would be beaten into a pig's head to vent his anger.

"We don’t know him. The person you’re looking for is him, but it has nothing to do with us." Wan Kai took two steps forward and hurriedly distanced himself from Ye Chenfeng.

"Wan Kai, do you know what you’re saying?" Zhao Wanting’s beautiful eyes widened. She hadn’t expected Wan Kai to suddenly say this. Now, she had placed all her hopes of saving her father on Ye Chenfeng, and her disdain for this so-called fiancé grew even more.

Zhao Wanting was a very smart woman. She could see that Wan Kai was deliberately trying to curry favor with her parents, while her parents were like they had been given a love potion, completely believing Wan Kai’s words.

"Wanting, I can tell this guy is no good! He’s just a fraud, and we shouldn’t be fooled." Wan Kai earnestly explained, hoping to use others to give Ye Chenfeng a severe beating, preferably breaking a few of his bones.

"You’re not in cahoots? Do you think I’m stupid? You want us to let you go first, and then you’ll immediately call the police, right? You look so slick, you’re definitely a sly one." The middle-aged stall owner said self-righteously.

Wan Kai panicked and patted his chest, guaranteeing, "We really don’t know him. Do whatever you want with him; I won’t interfere."

The middle-aged stall owner sneered, "Don’t think your words have any credibility. I’ve seen people like you before. Brothers, take care of this slick guy first."

The four burly men standing in front of the middle-aged stall owner approached Wan Kai with malicious smiles, their knuckles cracking as they moved closer, making Wan Kai swallow repeatedly.

Wan Kai’s foolish behavior had dug a hole for himself, and he jumped right into it. Of course, the middle-aged stall owner was also a self-righteous scoundrel. Thanks to his intelligence, this situation had unfolded.

In a critical moment, Wan Kai took out a stack of red bills from his black leather bag and said, "I’ll give you money, just don’t beat me."

"Stop." The middle-aged stall owner walked up to Wan Kai, took the money from his hand, and also snatched the black leather bag under his arm. Then he said, "Brothers, you can continue to beat this guy. Later, we’ll go for a good meal."

"You took my money, how can you still do this? You’re not keeping your word." Wan Kai hurriedly said.

The middle-aged stall owner laughed, "Did I promise not to beat you if I took your money? Even if you didn’t give me money, everything in this bag would still be mine once I beat you. Blame your friend for offending me."

As he spoke, the middle-aged stall owner pointed at Ye Chenfeng, who was standing behind. He planned to teach Wan Kai a lesson first, then slowly deal with Ye Chenfeng, making him understand the consequences of his words.

Wan Kai’s hatred for Ye Chenfeng reached its peak. Today was truly a bad day. He had wanted to use others to teach Ye Chenfeng a lesson, but instead, he ended up being the one who suffered.

The four burly men pummeled Wan Kai, making him howl in pain. In no time, Wan Kai was lying on the ground like a dead dog, groaning.

The middle-aged stall owner spat on the ground, saying, "Pah, what a weakling."

He then turned his gaze to Ye Chenfeng and said, "Next is your turn. But the girl by your side is quite a beauty. Let’s enjoy her for a few days!"

Feeling the middle-aged stall owner’s lecherous gaze, Zhao Wanting’s soft, white hands clenched tightly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

At that moment, a solid figure blocked Zhao Wanting, giving her a sense of immense security, and a different kind of emotion welled up inside her.

If a man can step forward to protect a woman in danger, he usually wins her favor, and she may even develop feelings for him.

"What? You want to be a hero? With your looks, you’re just a bear." The middle-aged stall owner said disdainfully.

"Ha ha ha—" The four burly men laughed along with the middle-aged stall owner.

"Brothers, quickly take care of this annoying guy. Let’s have a good meal first, then enjoy this girl’s body." The middle-aged stall owner’s voice was filled with eagerness.

The four burly men, who were also drooling over Zhao Wanting’s body, swung their fists at Ye Chenfeng, aiming to finish the fight quickly.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack—"

Four bone-breaking sounds echoed in the air. As the men attacked, Ye Chenfeng moved, his speed five times faster than theirs. Before their fists could hit him, he had already twisted their arms, breaking them.

White bones protruded from their skin, and the men howled in pain, their foreheads bulging with veins.

The middle-aged stall owner, who had been preparing to watch the show, still had a smile on his face. This sudden turn of events made his expression freeze, and his face turned pale at the sight of the white bones.

Now, the middle-aged stall owner realized he had met his match. Ye Chenfeng was clearly a trained fighter. His lips twitched involuntarily.

Zhao Wanting, standing behind Ye Chenfeng, felt her stomach churn at the sight of the white bones protruding from the men’s skin, and she felt the urge to vomit.

"Do you know who the bear is now?" Ye Chenfeng asked the completely panicked middle-aged stall owner with a meaningful look.

The middle-aged stall owner didn’t dare to be stubborn. He said fearfully, "I’m the bear, I’m the bear. You’re the hero, you’re the hero."

"Do you want me to slap you, or will you do it yourself?" Ye Chenfeng asked, rotating his wrist.

The middle-aged stall owner didn’t dare let Ye Chenfeng touch him. If Ye Chenfeng did, his face might be smashed. He quickly said, "I’ll do it myself, I’ll do it myself. How can I trouble you?"

"Then do it quickly." Ye Chenfeng said. Although the middle-aged stall owner didn’t deserve to die, he needed to be taught a lesson.

At that moment, the middle-aged stall owner regretted his actions deeply. "Slap, slap, slap—" The sound of slaps echoed on his cheeks as he slapped himself repeatedly.

"Hit harder. If you haven’t eaten, I don’t mind doing it myself."

After Ye Chenfeng said this, the middle-aged stall owner’s slaps became more forceful. In no time, his cheeks were swollen.

Wan Kai, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, had hoped to see Ye Chenfeng suffer the same fate. But not only was Ye Chenfeng not beaten, he had subdued all of them, leaving Wan Kai feeling deeply frustrated.

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