Chapter Sixteen: Coming Only to Leave?

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With a single move, Ye Feng subdued his opponent and boldly declared his challenge. Immediately, everyone present was stunned into silence. The middle-aged man, furious, sneered bitterly. "You? Such arrogance!" he spat. "I wouldn’t even dare claim to be the master of Yunshang Fenghua, yet you come here and seize this place so boldly?" He scoffed, "That depends on whether you have the ability to back it up!" With that, he let out a cold snort and waved his hand, signaling his remaining men. "What are you standing there for? Get them! Teach this kid a lesson and let him taste some hardship!" Relying on their superior numbers, the seven or eight retainers closed in on Ye Feng, surrounding him in a tight cluster. It seemed like a one-sided gang-up. But then—Bam! Ye Feng threw just one punch! In the darkness, no one could even discern the path of his strike. The next moment, all seven or eight of the retainers around him fell backward, lying motionless. Silence. The dark hall was deathly quiet. Ye Feng stepped forward calmly. To the middle-aged man, it felt as if some ghostly force was closing in step by step. "Who... who exactly are you?" The man was so frightened he almost doubted whether the person before him was even human. To take down seven or eight men with a single move? Such terrifying skill rivaled that of the supply masters his family had hired. "Did you remember what I said just now?" Ye Feng asked in return. "I... I did..." the man nodded dumbly. "If you remember, then get out and return everything you’ve moved from here exactly as it was. If anything’s missing, I’ll hold your head accountable." "Y-Yes..." The middle-aged man scrambled away from the villa in haste. Once he reached the foot of the mountain and saw Ye Feng had not followed, he leaned against a wall, gasping for breath. "Kid, you think you’re so tough? So what if you can fight!" he growled. "If ten men can’t beat you, I’ll find a hundred, a thousand! I’m not afraid to kill you!" "You want me to return the stuff? I’ll show you hell instead! Just wait!"

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The Cui family’s villa was nearby, so the middle-aged man immediately went home to gather reinforcements. Inside the villa, Bai Weiwei was slowly coming out of her shock. She realized that Ye Feng indeed had some skill, at least when it came to fighting—he was different since coming out of prison. But even with such ability, how much could it really change? A lone tree does not make a forest; he was ultimately just one man. "Thank you," Bai Weiwei said first, grateful for Ye Feng’s rescue. Then she added, "You should leave quickly. I don’t want you to get involved." Ye Feng was momentarily taken aback—she still didn’t fully believe in his strength despite what she saw. "Why should I leave? Was that guy really that tough?" Ye Feng not only stayed but sat back down. "His name is Cui Youliang," Bai Weiwei explained. "Their Cui family was once a second-tier clan in Yanjing, but thanks to my brother, they rose to become one of the top families. After my brother was captured, they scattered like birds and beasts." According to Bai Weiwei, Yanjing once had only five major clans, but with Bai Shouqi’s rise, the top ten families emerged overnight. The Cui family was one of these newly elevated five. "The Cui family is close by," she said. "If you don’t leave now, when they regroup, it’ll be too late." "Let them come," Ye Feng replied calmly. "I’m waiting." About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the roar of engines outside grew louder. "They’re here!" Bai Weiwei said, looking out the window. The villa was surrounded three layers deep by people, nearly encircled completely. "Where’s that kid?" "Better not run. I want to see just how tough you really are." Just then, the previously frightened Cui Youliang returned, brimming with confidence, leading a crowd of thugs as they stormed into the villa. Seeing Ye Feng still calmly seated there, Cui Youliang was slightly surprised. He had thought that if Ye Feng were smart, he would have fled already. But... he sneered coldly. "Good. Staying put shows you don’t know the meaning of death." "Today, I’ll teach you that lesson in person!"

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As they spoke, the crowd inside the villa grew ever larger. Looking around, there were well over a hundred thugs, each wielding an iron club, their faces fierce and hostile. "You’re so tough, aren’t you?" Cui Youliang taunted. "Come on! Show me how good you really are!" "I brought a hundred brothers—enough? If not, I’ll call more! Another hundred are outside!" Inside and out, more than two hundred thugs surrounded them. Cui Youliang felt assured of victory, believing even spitting at the kid could drown him. Bai Weiwei, frightened by the scene, backed up step by step until she leaned against the wall. "I told you to leave quickly... now it’s too late to run..." Ye Feng slowly stood, reassuring her, "Don’t be afraid. I’ll send them all away soon." At those words, the thugs burst into laughter. They had expected a burly fighter, but instead, they faced a tall, slender pretty boy. "Kid, kneel and kowtow to us now, and maybe we’ll go easy later!" Despite their provocations, Ye Feng showed no fear and stepped forward steadily. When the distance closed to ten meters and the thugs raised their iron clubs, ready to attack, Ye Feng finally got serious. Suddenly, in the darkness, he seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning, charging into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng moved as if he were in a realm of his own, leaving chaos and overturned bodies in his wake. When he stopped again, the ground behind him was a mess of fallen men. The thugs on either side were stunned—none had ever seen a single person take on a hundred and come out unscathed. They instinctively backed away, trying desperately to avoid him. Cui Youliang’s eyes widened in terror as Ye Feng approached, like a death god closing in, leaving him breathless. As Ye Feng reached him, he asked, "Where are the things I told you to return? You brought people, but no goods." "I... I... I..." Cui Youliang trembled uncontrollably, then pointed outside. "I forgot... I’ll go get them right away..." Turning mechanically, he tried to flee. "You came and still want to run away?" Ye Feng’s cold, deathlike voice echoed from behind. "I gave you a chance, but you came empty-handed!"