Chapter 63

Chen Dasheng couldn't count how many times he had been pinched, but his chest and back were tingling and numb. Seeing Liu Xiaomin's flushed face and lingering anger, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but think to himself, "You really can't offend this woman."

Afraid that Liu Xiaomin might pounce on him like a tigress, Chen Dasheng quickly pointed to the nearby Ferris wheel and said, "Come on, let's go play that!"

Liu Xiaomin looked up at the tall Ferris wheel, gave Chen Dasheng a glare, patted her handbag, and said, "If you misbehave again, I brought a stun baton today."

"Yes, I understand!" Chen Dasheng quickly replied. If this girl got angry, she could do anything. He had already experienced the stun baton on himself before. The feeling of being electrified, as if in a trance or climax, was something Chen Dasheng never wanted to experience again. With hundreds of thousands of volts, it was no joke. Even now, thinking about it, Chen Dasheng's muscles still twitched involuntarily.

"Hey, isn't that Xiaomin? What a coincidence!"

Just as they were about to go play the Ferris wheel, an unpleasant voice came from the side.

Liu Xiaomin turned around and saw a few people walking towards her. The leader was a slightly chubby man with a chicken comb hairstyle, wearing a floral shirt, floral shorts, white socks, and black sneakers. He had a thick gold chain around his neck, a cigar in his mouth, and his arms were around two women with curvaceous figures, comparable to models. Behind him were two muscular men, almost like bodybuilders, with tattoos visible on their exposed skin.

The leader was not old, probably under thirty, with a smug smile on his face. One glance at him made it clear he was a show-off, either a rich tycoon, a playboy, or a thug.

Chen Dasheng had this feeling. Seeing the man swaggering over with a shit-eating grin, it was obvious he was coming for Liu Xiaomin.

"Cao Yin, what are you doing here?" Liu Xiaomin looked at the man, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. She naturally put her arm around Chen Dasheng's.

"Meeting an old lover?" Chen Dasheng's eyebrows furrowed at Liu Xiaomin's action, but then he thought it didn't make sense. He had heard from Liu Hao that Liu Xiaomin had never had a boyfriend.

"This proves we have a connection! Yesterday, I went to the mountain god temple to have my fortune told by Master Huang. He said I would meet my destined other half here today, so I came to check it out. I didn't expect to run into you." Cao Yin walked over confidently, but his smile stiffened when he saw Liu Xiaomin's arm around Chen Dasheng. Chen Dasheng could clearly sense the hostility in his eyes.

Liu Xiaomin couldn't help but laugh lightly. She looked at the two women Cao Yin was holding and said, "From what I see, you didn't meet your other half, but rather your other two halves."

Cao Yin's face froze for a moment. He spat out the cigar he had just taken two puffs of, removed his hands from the women's waists, and grinned at Liu Xiaomin. "Just for show. How could two actresses match me, Cao Yin? The only one who can match me is you, Xiaomin. Master Huang was right; you are my destined other half."

The two women's expressions didn't change much; they just stood quietly to the side.

"Who the hell are you? So arrogant, trying to steal my girl right in front of me, do you think I don't exist?" Before Liu Xiaomin could speak, Chen Dasheng lifted his chin arrogantly and started cursing. He could tell this guy was definitely one of Liu Xiaomin's suitors. With Liu Xiaomin's standards, she wouldn't look at such a guy.

Cao Yin's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes glared at Chen Dasheng with intense hostility. "Kid, do you have a right to speak when I'm talking?"

Chen Dasheng's eyebrows knitted together. The guy looked like he was asking for a beating. Liu Xiaomin pulled Chen Dasheng and whispered, "He's from the Cao family, don't make a big deal out of it."

"The Cao family?" Chen Dasheng was taken aback. From Liu Xiaomin's reaction, this guy seemed to have some background, but he had never heard of him.

Cao Yin sized up Chen Dasheng, his eyes filled with extreme disdain. "Kid, take your hands off her!"

Chen Dasheng shrugged and looked down at Liu Xiaomin. "Please, what are you talking about? She's the one holding me. Besides, my girlfriend, I can hug her however I want. What's it to you?"

As he spoke, Chen Dasheng provocatively put his hand around Liu Xiaomin's waist. Liu Xiaomin didn't resist; instead, she gave Chen Dasheng an encouraging look and buried her head in his chest, looking like a docile little bird.

Cao Yin laughed in anger. "I can't believe it, Liu Xiaomin. Your taste has really gone downhill. This kid looks like he hasn't even grown up yet. Is he your student? A teacher-student relationship, quite a heavy taste. But looking at this poor guy, do you think your family will agree? I'm telling you, we are a perfect match. Even the fortune teller said I am your destined other half."

Liu Xiaomin's face changed, and she looked angry. This guy was really shameless.

Chen Dasheng couldn't help but smirk. "Funny, I saw a fortune teller this morning too. He said I would encounter a bad omen today. Could it be you?"

Liu Xiaomin giggled, but Cao Yin's face turned a deep red, and he pointed at Chen Dasheng. "Brat, say that again!"

"Fuck you!"

Chen Dasheng, an orphan, was instantly enraged by the insult. When a woman is angry, she curses; when a man is angry, he fights. With one hand, he grabbed Cao Yin's pointing hand, pulled him forward, and slapped him hard.

"Slap!"

The loud slap sent Cao Yin flying, landing on one of the women. They both tumbled like gourds.

The two tattooed men behind Cao Yin were stunned. They never expected this seemingly mild-mannered, old-fashioned young man to have such a temper and to hit so hard.

Liu Xiaomin was also shocked. She knew Cao Yin was asking for it, but she didn't expect Chen Dasheng to act so decisively, slapping him right away.

Cao Yin, holding his face, was helped up by one of the women. His face was twisted with pain and anger, his eyes filled with intense fury and disbelief.

"Brat, you dared to hit me?" His face was contorted with pain and anger. Cao Yin was clearly not someone to be trifled with and immediately shouted at Chen Dasheng.

"Not only did I hit you, but I'm going to beat you up too." Chen Dasheng's eyebrows furrowed. He pulled his hand out of Liu Xiaomin's embrace and rushed to Cao Yin, punching him straight in the mouth.

Blood and broken teeth flew everywhere. When Chen Dasheng pulled back his fist, Cao Yin's mouth was split open, bleeding profusely, and he almost fainted instantly.

"Ah!"

The two women with Cao Yin were terrified. They screamed and ran away, and Cao Yin, without their support, fell to the ground with a thud.

The conflict quickly drew the attention of the surrounding people. Many were shocked by Chen Dasheng's violent actions. Some parents who had brought their children to play quickly covered their children's eyes. Those who were more cautious and afraid of trouble stayed far away, fearing they might get involved.

Some people looked at the two sides, especially at Liu Xiaomin, and seemed to understand the situation. Seeing Chen Dasheng's plain clothes and the other side's designer labels, gold chains, and tattoos, they realized it was a conflict over a woman. Many people were worried for Chen Dasheng. In real life, how could a poor guy stand up to a rich and powerful thug?

The two tattooed men, seeing Cao Yin lying unconscious, finally reacted. They roared and charged at Chen Dasheng like wolves.

Their veins bulged like worms, and their muscles were like mountains, brimming with explosive power. The long-faced man punched straight at Chen Dasheng's face, holding nothing back. The round-faced man kicked directly at Chen Dasheng's groin, a vicious move aimed at causing permanent damage.

"Hmm?"

Chen Dasheng's eyebrows furrowed. The long-faced man's punch created a bone-cracking sound, which, though subtle, was clearly heard by Chen Dasheng.

"Are these two martial artists?"

The bone-cracking sound was a sign that a martial artist had trained their body to a certain level. Generally, at the fifth level of martial apprentice, one could produce this sound. The bones and muscles could be controlled at will, releasing the power stored in the muscles in an instant, multiplying the force of a punch several times. At the same time, the collision of muscles and bones produced a sound similar to bone cracking.

Hearing the bone-cracking sound, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but look at the tattooed men differently. The long-faced man's punch, with the bone-cracking sound, must have had over a thousand pounds of force. Such power could seriously injure or even kill a fully grown bull.

The round-faced man's kick, though seemingly casual, also contained considerable force. Moreover, it was aimed at Chen Dasheng's groin. If he were hit, it would be a devastating blow, causing permanent damage.