Upon hearing that Ling Zhenfei would soon arrive, Le Wu Ya's tone was filled with an eerie, hateful flavor as he laughed grimly, "However, before that punk gets here, this young master will vent the humiliation he suffered from him on you two first!"

No sooner had Le Wu Ya's words fallen than Du Xiao Ma burst into a raucous laugh, "Thanks to Young Master Le, we always knew that following Young Master Le meant we'd have meat to eat! Brothers, don't hold back, charge!"

Han Lian's beautiful face turned ashen with rage. Just as she was about to charge forward, she felt a loosening grip and a figure flashed by like lightning, it was Ling Zhenfei who could not contain his raging anger and had charged forward first.

"Damn it, Ling Zhenfei, you coward, didn't you act all high and mighty? Where are you now? Playing the turtle, afraid to show up, aren't you? Hahaha..."

He, Le Wu Ya, would-be helmsman of Le Corporation, the most influential nephew in Binyang's underworld, held two distinguished identities. Wherever he went, wasn't his presence awe-inspiring? Who would dare not give face to the grand Young Master of the Le Family?

Yet today, Ling Zhenfei, this nobody who emerged from who knows where, had not only dared to disrespect him but also dared to injure him in front of so many people.

How could he not avenge such a deep grudge? How could he not settle this score immediately?

Today, in front of everyone, he was going to give Ling Zhenfei a thorough lesson. Even if he didn't kill him, he was going to beat the boy so severely that he'd be left half-paralyzed!

Groping his arm in its plaster cast and bandages, Le Wu Ya ground his teeth in anger.

Whoosh!

As Le Wu Ya was indulging in his triumph, he heard a rapid rustling of clothing beside him as a figure swiftly passed by.

Ah! What was that...

Le Wu Ya's reaction was exceedingly quick, yet despite his wide-open eyes, he couldn't discern who had just whisked by him.

However, that outcome didn't seem important anymore.

While Le Wu Ya's mind and spirit were trembling violently, he watched as countless figures flashed before his eyes like a spinning carousel.

Accompanied by a succession of clashing and cries of agony, Le Wu Ya was shocked to find that Du Xiao Ma's henchmen, who had just been as intimidating as demons, now lay scattered like dismantled puppets, groaning on the ground, unable to stand.

This...

Such a sight not only left Le Wu Ya dumbfounded but also made Du Xiao Ma, who was about to step forward, stand with his mouth gaping, frozen in shock, unable to utter a word for a long time.

What on earth is happening?

At this moment, Du Xiao Ma's mental state was truly beyond description.

This is utterly messed up. These henchmen of his, although not all of them were skilled fighters, were at least trained martial artists. To be knocked down in an instant like this, the attacker must be an exceptionally powerful expert?

Thump! Thump! Thump!

While Du Xiao Ma was still speechless, a sound like someone dusting off their clothes filled the air, and soon afterward, a figure appeared before Du Xiao Ma like a specter.

This was an ordinary-looking young man, seemingly so plain that he'd be lost in a crowd.

However, at this moment, a colder-than-anger smirk overflowed from the corners of the young man's mouth, and his piercing gaze was like a sharp sword, unblinkingly fixed on Du Xiao Ma.

"You... you're... Ling Zhenfei?"

Even a boss like Du Xiao Ma felt a chilling fear from the cold gleam in Ling Zhenfei's eyes.

His voice was spinning in his throat, an oppressive and constricting sensation he had never felt before made him almost pass out from lack of air.

"Heh heh, congratulations, you guessed right!"

Ling Zhenfei's eyes, still cold as knives, suddenly dropped his voice to a low and cold hum, "As a reward, you can lie down now!"

Bang!

The moment Ling Zhenfei's words ended, a fist as large as a bun smashed down, striking Du Xiao Ma's face with a heavy blow.

Thud!

Completely unprepared, Du Xiao Ma was knocked back by the punch, his nose spewing blood, his whole body knocked backward by the force, crashing to the ground, and falling unconscious.

Ah!

This scene instantly scared Le Wu Ya and a group of injured thugs to the bone, their entire bodies chilling as if placed inside an ice cave.

This young Ling Zhenfei... was far too ruthless!

Just that punch alone, not to mention breaking Du Xiao Ma's nasal bone on the spot, with his head hitting the ground that hard, even if he didn't get a concussion right away, he would certainly suffer serious sequelae later on.

"Zhuo Maid, Miss Xie, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can bully you."

Having knocked Du Xiao Ma down with a punch, Ling Zhenfei still seemed as if nothing had happened, gently comforting the terrified Zhuo Yue and Xie Lina, and making a gesture to Han Lian to come take care of the two women.

"Zhenfei, you... don't take it too far..."

Even though Han Lian also despised these thugs, she was a police officer after all and had to follow procedures. Seeing Ling Zhenfei in such a ferocious mood, she was quite concerned and tried to remind him.

"Heh heh, no worries, I know Young Master Le likes to play games, I'm just playing a game with Young Master Le!"

Despite her words, Ling Zhenfei's face still showed that harmless expression, then he giggled and winked at Le Wu Ya, "How about that, Young Master Le, am I right?"

"Uh... this, this... right, right..."

At this moment, Le Wu Ya was petrified by the scene.

While hating Ling Zhenfei's irritating smirk, he wanted to bite chunks of flesh from Ling Zhenfei, but hate was just hate, with no power, he could only acknowledge his inferiority!

For Ling Zhenfei to dare hit him was an act of outrageous arrogance in his eyes. Yet now, having seen Ling Zhenfei's even more ruthless move on Du Xiao Ma, Le Wu Ya was thoroughly shocked.

"Heh heh, Officer Han, you saw it too, didn't you? Young Master Le himself says I'm right! You just watch our game!"

Ling Zhenfei wore an unconcerned expression, teasing Han Lian, but his cold and fierce eyes were fixed on Le Wu Ya's plastered broken arm.

Suddenly, with a roll of his eyes, he put on a patently insincere smile and asked, "Oh dear, Young Master Le, your arm seems to be hurt, who could be so cruel to do this to you? Is it serious? I'm a doctor, shall I treat it for you?"

"No, no, don't!"

Seeing Ling Zhenfei feign concern about examining his arm, Le Wu Ya panicked, sweat beads the size of beans rolling down his forehead, his face showing an expression of someone avoiding King Yan, retreating in terror.

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