Wang Jun wore an expression of utter arrogance, not sparing Ye Chu the slightest regard.
"Boy, I'll give you one chance—kneel obediently and watch me take this woman. Perhaps, if I'm in a good mood, I might spare your miserable life."
Ye Chu suddenly laughed, baring a row of pristine white teeth.
"This morning I also met someone as insolent as you. Unfortunately, he's already gone to meet the King of Hell."
"Courting death!" Wang Jun roared. "Get him! Break this brat's limbs first!"
A mob of thugs surged forward, weapons flashing as they descended upon Ye Chu.
Sun Yurou's face filled with dread; she prayed desperately that no harm would befall him.
Ye Chu raised a hand, seized a triangular dagger, and with a single effortless sweep sent several men flying.
He weaved nimbly amidst their encirclement, every counter a strike of lethal precision.
With each motion, another body was hurled across the room.
In mere moments, dozens of thugs lay sprawled upon the floor, groaning and bloodied, their wails rising in a ghastly chorus.
Scarlet blood pooled across the ground.
Gulp!
The red-haired punk swallowed hard, terror etched in his eyes.
He had known Ye Chu could fight—but never imagined he could fight like this.
Even Wang Jun was shaken.
As a core member of the White Wolf Society, he had encountered many experts, yet the scene before him left him utterly dumbfounded.
Ye Chu's techniques were undoubtedly those of a martial master, his strength formidable.
Suppressing his shock, Wang Jun forced a smile.
"Boy, you're skilled. Why not join our White Wolf Society?"
"A trifling White Wolf Society dares to presume it deserves my service?" Ye Chu's voice was calm, as though uttering a plain truth.
"Arrogant pup!" Wang Jun barked a laugh, tearing off his shirt to reveal a torso covered with scars.
"Do you truly think a shred of skill grants you the right to be so conceited? Let me tell you—the world is far larger than you imagine!"
Snatching up a machete from the floor, he lunged forward.
The gleaming blade shot straight for Ye Chu's face.
As a small leader within the White Wolf Society, Wang Jun was no ordinary thug; with dozens of men under his command, he was himself a fifth-stage body-refinement expert.
Swish!
A cold gleam flashed. In an instant, Wang Jun's weapon hand was severed.
"Aaagh!"
His scream pierced the air as blood gushed from the stump, his remaining hand clamping down in futile desperation, his eyes wild with terror.
Discarding the triangular dagger, Ye Chu's voice was steady, unruffled.
"You were right—the world is indeed larger than you think."
Shame and rage twisted Wang Jun's face. As Ye Chu approached, he faltered, masking fear with bravado.
"You… what are you trying to do? I—I'm a member of the White Wolf Society!"
Smack!
Ye Chu's palm cracked across his cheek, spinning him several times on the spot.
"The White Wolf Society—is that supposed to impress me?"
Blood dribbled from Wang Jun's mouth. "Don't you dare leave! I'll summon reinforcements right now!"
"Do as you please."
With that, Ye Chu strode calmly toward Sun Yurou.
Wang Jun snarled at the red-haired punk, "Quick! Get to the first floor and call Brother Baldhead!"
The punk didn't dare delay, bolting from the room.
Seeing Ye Chu draw near, the seductive woman paled and stumbled back in fear.
"Ye Chu!"
With a soft cry, Sun Yurou flung herself into his embrace.
Her warm, delicate form pressed against him, her youthful fragrance brushing his senses. For a moment, Ye Chu's heart wavered.
But he drew a deep breath, suppressing his agitation, channeling his true qi to dissolve the drug within her.
Clarity returned swiftly to her eyes. She clung to him tightly, tears glimmering at the corners.
"Ye Chu… thank you… thank you for saving me…"
Her sobs were filled with relief and gratitude, the joy of surviving calamity.
Ye Chu's hand gently traced the livid handprint marring her cheek, his gaze hardening, a lethal chill flashing within.
"Yurou, it must hurt. Don't worry—I'll avenge you now."
The coquettish woman collapsed in terror, trembling.
Ye Chu turned toward her, and she instantly broke down, pleading, "Big brother, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, let me go!"
"Slap yourself—until I am satisfied." Ye Chu's tone was icy, devoid of pity.
Too afraid to hesitate, she struck herself again and again, her fair cheeks swelling red in moments.
Meanwhile, the red-haired punk reached the first floor and rushed to Baldhead Li.
"Brother Baldhead, it's bad, it's really bad!"
Baldhead Li, drinking merrily with his men, scowled at the interruption.
"Out of my sight! Don't disturb me!"
The punk trembled but pressed on. "Brother Baldhead, someone upstairs is making trouble—he's injured people and even chopped off Brother Jun's arm!"
Li's eyes narrowed, a murderous gleam flashing within.
"Damn it! Someone dares cause trouble in my White Wolf Society? Lead the way—I'll see which bastard dares run wild here!"
Already in a foul mood, this news ignited his simmering fury.
Several underlings leapt up at once. Scarface Zhang, face twisted with menace, growled,
"Motherf***er, it seems we've been too quiet lately. Red-hair, lead the way—I'll see which dogspawn dares act so wantonly!"
They stormed toward the top floor. The punk shoved open the private room door.
"Brother Baldhead, the man's inside!"
"Big brother, let me go first."
Scarface Zhang swaggered in, eyes sweeping the room arrogantly—until they landed on Ye Chu.
His pupils dilated in shock. He rubbed his eyes, certain he must be mistaken.
But no—it was unmistakably that familiar face.
Gulp!
He swallowed involuntarily, raw terror flooding his expression.
The dim light concealed his fear from the others. Wang Jun staggered forward, wailing, "Brother Zhang, you must avenge me—"
Before he could finish, Scarface Zhang spun on his heel and bolted.
"Brother Zhang, where are you going?" Wang Jun cried in panic.
Without looking back, Scarface muttered something about his mother waiting at home and vanished.
The others were baffled. Baldhead Li frowned. "Zhang, are you drunk? How could you have led us to the wrong room?"
But when Li himself entered the private room, he too blanched and quickly retreated.
"Ah, yes—we really did go to the wrong room. Come on, Zhang, let's hurry home before your mother starves."
The red-haired punk was bewildered. "But… but the troublemaker's right inside—"
Just then Wang Jun staggered out, howling pitifully. "Brother Baldhead, look at my hand! You must avenge me!"
Before he could finish, Scarface Zhang's boot slammed into his chest, sending him flying.
"Idiot! Are you blind? Do you even know who you've provoked?!"
Another man spat curses, "Kick him harder, Brother Zhang! Bastards who only cause trouble deserve nothing less than death!"
"Enough!" Baldhead Li barked, face grim. "Zhang, what do you think you're doing?"
Zhang's face twisted into a mask of dread.
"B… Brother… that man inside… is the very harbinger of doom…"