“Looking for death?!” Wei Junzhi cursed, but when he turned and saw it was me, he froze for a moment before forcing a smile. “Oh, it’s Brother Xia Tian!”
“Didn’t Brother Wei just call me a ‘Cheng Yaojin’?” I smirked, looking at him with amusement.
Wei Junzhi’s expression flickered with surprise, but he quickly laughed it off. “I think Brother Xia Tian must have misunderstood something!”
This guy’s adaptability wasn’t bad—he wasn’t outright admitting anything. But I’d heard everything. What was the point of pretending?
“No need to hide it. I heard your whole conversation with that Brother Sun—I know everything now.” If he wouldn’t come clean, I would.
The smile on Wei Junzhi’s face vanished, replaced by a dark scowl as he glared at me. “So what if you know? You’d better behave!”
“Everyone who’s ever threatened me has gone down to play cards with the King of Hell. Does Young Master Wei want to join them?” I raised an eyebrow, looking at him with disdain.
Wei Junzhi’s face turned ashen. He snapped at the two bodyguards behind him, “Ah Long, Ah Hu—beat him up!”
“Hah!” One of them—I couldn’t tell if it was Ah Long or Ah Hu—charged at me with a rapid flurry of punches.
I blocked two strikes, then seized his wrist mid-punch, twisting hard. A sharp crack—dislocated.
Grinning, I taunted, “Hey, Ah Long-or-Ah-Hu, come again!”
“Argh!” He gritted his teeth, reset his wrist with his other hand, and lunged at me again.
Damn, tough guy!
This time, he switched to kicks—each one sharp and aggressive. I retreated, dodging.
Old Man Long once told me: Every expert has a fatal weakness, let alone low-tier martial artists like Ah Long and Ah Hu.
This bodyguard—whoever he was—was fast, but not fast enough for me. One opening was all I needed to take him down.
But I wasn’t in a hurry. These two were perfect for testing my skills.
Those six ex-special forces soldiers from before were strong, but most were injured or past their prime. These bodyguards, though? In their prime, definitely stronger one-on-one.
“Hyaa!” A downward axe kick came at me. Instead of dodging, I met it head-on.
Dragon Battle Eight Desolates was all about overpowering force—You hard? I’m harder!
Our legs collided with a thud like two boulders smashing together.
The bodyguard staggered back, his right leg trembling. But he clenched his jaw, refusing to rub it. Damn, what a tough guy.
I pointed at the other bodyguard still guarding Wei Junzhi. “Both of you—come at me!”
“Ah Hu, you okay?” The other bodyguard—Ah Long—rushed over.
So the first one was Ah Hu. Now I knew. But in front of me? Tigers crouch, dragons coil.
Ah Hu swallowed hard. “He’s an expert. Definitely stronger than us.”
“What are you waiting for? Beat him up!” Wei Junzhi yelled from behind, completely oblivious to their hesitation.
Ah Long and Ah Hu exchanged a glance, then attacked in unison—one sweeping my legs, the other aiming punches at my face.
I grabbed Ah Hu’s fist, leaped up, and stomped down. Ah Long barely pulled his leg back in time.
My foot hit the ground, cracking the stone pavement. The moment I landed, I yanked Ah Hu toward me.
Pivoting into a low stance, I drove my shoulder into his chest the second he was within range.
Before he could recover, I released him and kneed him in the gut.
Ah Long saw Ah Hu in trouble and lunged with a flying kick.
I adjusted mid-motion, extending my leg to meet his.
Another brutal clash. Ah Long’s kicks were stronger than Ah Hu’s, but still no match for me.
Both bodyguards were forced back, crouching and sweating.
“Did you two skip breakfast?!” Wei Junzhi kept shouting, still clueless.
Ah Long and Ah Hu gritted their teeth and came at me again.
“You’re still too slow. This—this is speed.” In a flash, I snatched their sunglasses off.
Tossing the shades aside, I grinned. “If you wanna fight, lose the pretentious crap.”
“Go!” Ah Long barked, and they both rushed me.
Wait—are they trying to grapple?
Hey! Grappling’s fine, but why the hell are you stripping me?!
Each grabbed an arm and a leg, locking me down. I couldn’t move much—but neither could they attack.
Wei Junzhi smirked and strolled over. “Not so tough now, huh?” He raised his hand to slap me.
I slap people. Nobody slaps me. Sure, Sister Lin and the others had slapped me before, but that was me letting them. A real man doesn’t fight women! Besides, getting slapped by beauties? More like getting touched by them.
“Let go!” I roared, unleashing my True Qi and blasting Ah Long and Ah Hu aside. Before Wei Junzhi’s slap landed, I struck first.
SMACK!
Wei Junzhi staggered, dazed. After a few seconds, he pointed at me, trembling. “Y-You dare hit me?!”
“SMACK!” Another slap. “Yeah, I did it again. What now?”
“Do you know who I am?!” he screamed, clutching his reddening face.
I laughed. “Don’t care who you are!” Then my voice turned icy. “You ordered that Brother Sun to hurt Qin Mengdie. Did you think you’d walk away alive?”
“W-What are you doing?!” Wei Junzhi stumbled back in panic.
Ah Long and Ah Hu scrambled between us.
“You’re just hired bodyguards. Don’t throw your lives away. You know the gap between us.” My tone was calm.
Ah Long took a deep breath. “Even if you’re a Profound Realm expert, we won’t let you hurt the young master.”
“You can’t stop me.” I sighed. Truthfully, I just wanted to teach Wei Junzhi a lesson. He hadn’t actually harmed Qin Mengdie—he’d even scolded Brother Sun for hurting her and given her medicine.
Deep down, this guy wasn’t evil. Just a rich kid trying to pick up girls. As a fellow man, I got it.
But since I’d already talked big, and Ah Long and Ah Hu were dead serious, I had to commit.
Before they could react, I leaped past them, grabbed Wei Junzhi, and hauled him onto the wall.
Terrified but trying to stay composed, he stammered, “W-What are you doing?!”
“Me?” I grinned. “Taking you for a fun ride!” I spun him like a helicopter blade, whirling him through the air before stopping abruptly.
“So? Fun, right?”
Wei Junzhi’s face was blank with shock.
I chuckled. “It’s so hot out—why wear so much?” With a surge of True Qi, I shredded his clothes—leaving only his boxers.
I wasn’t as skilled as that young guy from before, but at this range, I could still pulverize fabric.
“W-What are you—?!” He panicked, covering his chest.
Ugh. “Relax, I’m not into men.”
“Young master, jump down!” Ah Long and Ah Hu shouted from below.
Wei Junzhi didn’t hesitate—he leaped.
The bodyguards caught him and immediately bolted, carrying him between them.
“I’ll get my revenge!” Wei Junzhi yelled back.
I held up the boxers he’d left behind and called out kindly, “Bro, your pants fell off!”