Chapter 38: My Respect for You as a True Man!

After receiving a call from Song Yalan, Huang Maohai, leaning on a cane, arrived at the scene with more than a dozen bodyguards, as well as Fang Yuanliang, who was even stronger than Tan Yingyao. Huang Maohai was over seventy years old, yet time seemed to have left little mark on his face; in fact, he exuded an aura far more imposing than Huang Dongcheng himself. The Huang family had produced only one son per generation for three generations. This old man, who had dominated the business world for decades, had only one son, Huang Dongcheng, and one grandson, Huang Guojie. Now that his grandson had been beaten into the ICU and his son murdered and his body disposed of—all of it because of a young man named Chu Fei—this was enough to make the old man, who had long been accustomed to wielding power in Dragon City, absolutely furious.

So, when he came to capture Chu Fei this time, he brought all his strength to bear. The dozen elite bodyguards were all highly paid experts in combat, each armed with a pistol. Among them, Fang Yuanliang was hailed as the number one martial artist in Dragon City, his strength far surpassing that of Tan Yingyao. It was said that years ago, he had defeated Tan Yingyao with one hand. Over the years, countless people who had opposed the Huang family had met their end at his fists.

“Mr. Huang, please accept my condolences,” Fang Yuanliang said as he stepped out of the car, offering comfort. He had never imagined that in Dragon City, someone would dare to provoke the Huang family. Truly reckless—did they not realize that the Huang family had him as their guardian?

Huang Maohai’s eyes were nearly aflame, veins bulging on his forehead like angry earthworms. He rapped his cane and spoke coldly, “Useless words. If anyone should be mourning, let it be others!” With that, Huang Maohai led his men into the house.

Song Yalan, who had been waiting anxiously in the living room, hurried forward at once. “Mr. Huang, this has nothing to do with me! It was that troublemaker Chu Fei who acted recklessly—I couldn’t stop him!” She was quick to distance herself, naively hoping that as long as Chu Fei was handed over, she and her daughter would be spared.

Huang Maohai ignored her expressionlessly. “Where is he?”

“I’ll take you to him,” Song Yalan replied, leading the way. She had hidden Chu Fei in the backyard. When they arrived, they found Chu Fei sprawled carelessly on the lawn.

At the sight of Chu Fei, the source of all his misery, Huang Maohai could no longer contain his rage. He ordered his men to bring Chu Fei before him—he would personally deliver the punishment.

Watching this unfold, Song Yalan felt a pang of guilt. After all, Chu Fei had only offended the Huang family to protect her and her daughter. But there was nothing she could do; if she didn’t give him up, the Huang family would surely vent their wrath on her and her child. With the Guan family’s current strength, they could never withstand the Huang family’s fury.

Song Yalan pleaded cautiously, “Mr. Huang, I’ve handed him over as you asked. Will you let me go now?” Huang Maohai didn’t even look at her, but instead turned to Fang Yuanliang. “She’s yours. When you’re done, make sure there are no survivors.”

The words shattered Song Yalan’s composure. Fang Yuanliang’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Thank you for the reward, Mr. Huang!” The bodyguards nearby looked on with envy—Song Yalan was a famous beauty among the widows of Dragon City, and with her looks and figure, what man wouldn’t want a taste?

Fang Yuanliang laughed boldly, “Once I’ve had my fun, it’ll be your turn!”

“Don’t touch me!” Song Yalan shook off Fang Yuanliang’s hand and begged Huang Maohai, “Mr. Huang, this isn’t what we agreed on—you can’t do this to me!”

Huang Maohai struck Song Yalan’s lovely face with his cane, knocking her to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Standing over her, he declared, “My son died in your house. Your whole family will pay with their lives!”

“But I didn’t kill him! I’ve already handed Chu Fei over to you!” Song Yalan argued desperately, only to be met with a slap from Fang Yuanliang.

“Stupid whore, stop struggling. I guarantee you’ll be begging for more soon enough!” Fang Yuanliang grabbed Song Yalan’s hair, about to drag her inside.

Just then, the two bodyguards who had gone to seize Chu Fei suddenly exploded into a mist of blood.

Chu Fei, never having actually lost consciousness, now stood lazily before them, a mocking smile curling his lips. “Looks like it’s showtime.”

Huang Maohai immediately shouted to his men, “What are you waiting for? Shoot him!”

The bodyguards snapped out of their shock, raising their pistols and aiming at Chu Fei. With so many guns, it was like the roar of a Gatling.

Chu Fei was unfazed. He strode toward Huang Maohai.

In a panic, Huang Maohai ordered them to fire. But as the shots rang out, Chu Fei caught each bullet with a single hand.

“How is this possible?”

“Is he even human?”

“This must be an illusion!”

While the bodyguards gaped in disbelief, Chu Fei dispatched them one by one, sending each of them to the afterlife with a single, effortless blow.

As his bodyguards burst into bloody mist around him, Huang Maohai was completely unnerved.

Fang Yuanliang stepped protectively in front of him. “Don’t worry, Mr. Huang. As long as I’m here, he can’t hurt you!”

Huang Maohai steadied himself at these words. After all, Fang Yuanliang was a true martial arts master. Chu Fei might look formidable, but he couldn’t possibly be Fang Yuanliang’s match.

“Ah Liang, don’t kill him. I want to finish him myself,” Huang Maohai ordered.

Fang Yuanliang nodded, then stepped forward. The aura of his internal energy surged, cracking the ground beneath his feet.

He looked at Chu Fei and said, “I never thought someone as young as you could possess such power. But unfortunately for you, against me, you stand no chance—”

He hadn’t even finished his taunt before Chu Fei appeared before him in an instant, grabbed him by the face, and smashed him straight into the wall.

The wall collapsed. Fang Yuanliang’s face was covered in blood. He protested, “You lack martial virtue! I haven’t even said ‘begin’ yet!”

“Oh,” Chu Fei replied indifferently.

Seizing the moment, Fang Yuanliang struck with all his strength, landing a punch squarely on Chu Fei’s head. But not only did the blow fail to harm Chu Fei in the slightest, the recoil shattered every meridian in Fang Yuanliang’s body. Blood spurted from every pore.

Now a blood-soaked figure, he stared at Chu Fei in disbelief. Had he just almost killed himself with his own punch?

He was so aggrieved that tears nearly sprang from his eyes.

This, in turn, left Chu Fei a bit at a loss. “How did you end up crying while fighting?”

Before Fang Yuanliang could reply, Chu Fei brushed past him and strode over to Huang Maohai. Behind him, Fang Yuanliang soon died from the explosive force of his own blow.

Huang Maohai stood there, stunned. Just as he tried to utter a threat, Chu Fei seized him by the throat, silencing him completely.

“I’m not one to slaughter everyone. As long as you apologize, I’ll let you live.”

Huang Maohai wanted desperately to apologize, but with Chu Fei’s hand clamped around his neck, he couldn’t utter a word. He could only flail his limbs, gesturing frantically at Chu Fei.

Chu Fei shook his head with regret. “You’d rather die than beg for mercy? Still signaling defiance with your hands? I respect your courage!”

Huang Maohai thought furiously—if only you’d let me speak!

Crack!

Chu Fei tightened his grip, crushing Huang Maohai’s throat. He tossed the corpse at Song Yalan’s feet.

Song Yalan turned pale with terror. Yet, facing Chu Fei, she felt bolder than she ever had before Huang Maohai. She was about to scold Chu Fei, relying on her status as his fiancée, but he slapped her to the ground without a word.

Then, just as he had with Fang Yuanliang, Chu Fei seized Song Yalan by the hair, showing no pity at all, and dragged her toward the house.

“Chu Fei, what are you doing?!”

“You.”