“Boom!”
Ma Dong’s head split open.
“Ah—”
Among the group trailing Ma Dong, a few girls screamed, while some guys barked at Ye Qiu.
“Kid, you dare hit Brother Dong? Tired of living?”
“Damn it, no point talking—guys, beat him down!”
“Touch Brother Dong, and I’ll end you!”
Clearly, these rich kids were used to throwing their weight around. They grabbed bottles off nearby tables, ready to swing at Ye Qiu.
“Stop!”
Ma Dong’s shout halted his crew. He grinned viciously at Ye Qiu, “You’ve hit me—your girlfriend’s mine now, right?”
Bang!
Ye Qiu kicked Ma Dong, sending him flying five or six meters, crashing through two tables.
The scene erupted into chaos.
The music cut off, and the writhing crowd froze, staring over.
Seeing Ma Dong beaten, jaws dropped.
“Holy crap, Ma Shao got hit?”
“That kid’s badass—actually dared to touch Ma Shao.”
“He’s done for—someone’s dying tonight!”
Two lackeys rushed over, pulling Ma Dong up from the floor.
“You bastard, you hit me again? Guess you don’t know who runs Suzhou-Hangzhou!”
Ma Dong bellowed, “Security! Get over here!”
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
A dozen guards swarmed in, surrounding Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu ignored them, looking at Ma Dong calmly, “I don’t like trouble, but I’m never afraid of it.”
“Since you’re begging for a lesson, I’d be rude not to oblige.”
“How about this—kneel and apologize, and we’re done. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?” Ma Dong sneered.
“Otherwise, I’ll make you a cripple,” Ye Qiu said.
Laughter erupted around them—people thought Ye Qiu was bluffing.
“Watch your tone, you punk!”
The waiter chimed in, “Take a piss and look at yourself—what are you to challenge Young Master Ma?”
Ye Qiu, already fed up with this guy, slapped him hard.
Smack!
The waiter blacked out on the spot.
Seeing Ye Qiu’s dominance, Ma Dong snapped, “Waste him!”
The dozen guards charged.
Nearby, someone noticed Lin Jingzhi pouring herself a drink, sipping it slowly with a sultry smile, as if the chaos had nothing to do with her.
“This chick’s got guts—her boyfriend’s about to get wrecked, and she’s sipping wine.”
“You don’t get it—birds of a feather scatter when disaster strikes. They’re just dating, not married.”
“Once that guy’s done, she’ll climb into Ma Shao’s bed, living the high life—no loss.”
“Makes sense—holy sh*t!”
The speaker gasped mid-sentence.
Everyone looked up. The dozen guards who’d rushed Ye Qiu were now sprawled on the floor, groaning.
Ye Qiu stood untouched.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
“Less than a minute, and he took them all out?”
“That guy’s skills are insane.”
“No wonder he dared to face off with Ma Shao—he’s got chops.”
This outcome blindsided Ma Dong.
“No wonder you’re cocky in front of me—you’re a fighter, huh? Fine, let’s see how good you really are.”
Ma Dong pulled out his phone to call for backup.
Ye Qiu, unimpressed, scoffed, “You rich kids—no skills, so you start trouble, then cry for help. Pathetic.”
“Just wait—my guys are coming, and we’ll see how tough you are then!” Ma Dong snarled.
Ten minutes later, a horde of men stormed in from outside.
At least sixty or seventy.
Rough and rowdy.
Oddly, their leader was a skinny, tall guy with glasses, looking bookish and frail.
Seeing him, Qian Duoduo frowned, muttering, “Why’s Gao Fei here?”
Ye Qiu caught it and glanced over.
Gao Fei, in his thirties, was lanky and bespectacled, more scholar than thug.
“Shiyu姐’s husband?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Qian Duoduo said, brow creased. “Wasn’t he off starting a business? Why’s he with Ma Dong?”
“Looks like he’s working under Ma Dong,” Ye Qiu observed.
Qian Duoduo warned, “Cousin, whatever’s up, he’s Shiyu姐’s husband. Go easy on him later.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”
As Ye Qiu finished, Ma Dong yelled at Gao Fei, “Damn it, what took you so long?”
“Got held up,” Gao Fei replied. Seeing Ma Dong’s bloody head, he jolted, shouting, “Who did this? Step up!”
“Me,” Ye Qiu said casually.
Gao Fei’s gaze landed on Ye Qiu, then shifted. Spotting Lin Jingzhi, he pieced it together.
Then he saw Qian Duoduo.
“Qian Duoduo, what are you doing here?” Gao Fei asked.
“I should ask you that,” Qian Duoduo shot back. “Weren’t you off starting something? How’d you end up as Ma Dong’s lackey?”
“Since when do I owe you an explanation?”
Gao Fei snorted, then turned to Ma Dong, “Ma Shao, leave this to me—I’ll handle it, guaranteed satisfaction.”
Ma Dong nodded, “No matter what, I want that woman tonight.”
“Got it.”
Gao Fei smirked, then asked Ye Qiu, “You hit Brother Dong?”
“Yup,” Ye Qiu grinned. “What’s your move?”
“My move? Haha, good question.”
Gao Fei laughed, directing the sixty-odd burly men behind him, “This punk’s got bear guts and leopard balls, daring to hit Brother Dong. Boys, beat him senseless later.”
He glanced at Lin Jingzhi, “Tie her up after—send her to Ma Shao’s villa.”
“As for him—”
Gao Fei’s eyes landed on Qian Duoduo and paused.
“What, you wanna hit me too?” Qian Duoduo asked, stone-faced.
“Why not?”
Gao Fei’s lips curled coldly, “I’ve put up with your Qian family long enough.”
“Boys, pound this kid into the ground!”
