Chapter 3 Do you trust him that much?

“Do you know who I am?”

“Get lost!”

Blue Poetry’s icy reply cut through the air.

At that moment, a few young men approached—clearly companions of the curly-haired man.

One of them sneered with a teasing tone, “What’s wrong, Young Master Huang? Weren’t you supposed to be irresistible, guaranteed to win any beauty over?”

The others’ eyes roamed between the two women, their desire blatant and unhidden.

Curly-haired Young Master Huang’s expression darkened further upon seeing his friends arrive. Having dominated the nightlife scene for years, he had never been snubbed like this before.

He decisively took the lead to sit down, and the group of young men followed with grinning faces, filling the private booth to the brim. Surrounded by a group of men with impure intentions, Blue Poetry’s brows knitted tighter in displeasure.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you guys? Can’t you see my sister doesn’t like you?” Qiu Wanqing’s face hardened as she spoke sharply.

“Not off to a good start, Young Master Huang. Two beauties rejecting you already,” the man who had spoken earlier teased further.

Huang’s face remained cold. “There’s no woman I, Huang Tian, can’t have. These two are mine tonight. Just wait and watch!”

They voiced their intentions openly in front of the two women, without the slightest pretense.

The other young men leered lasciviously at the women.

Smack!

While Huang Tian was still arrogantly boasting, Qiu Wanqing suddenly stood up and delivered a sharp slap across his face without a word.

Huang was stunned—no one expected this woman to dare strike him.

After the slap, Qiu Wanqing quickly took cover behind Lin Ye, taunting Huang Tian by making a face at him.

“Come on, yellow hair, hit me!” she giggled, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Lin Ye shook his head helplessly; the girl was deliberately creating an opportunity for him to play hero.

“Damn it!” Huang clutched his burning cheek, furious and humiliated. “Take these two women away!”

At his command, several young men stood up simultaneously, sneering as they advanced toward the two women.

At that moment, Lin Ye, who had remained silent until now, spoke calmly.

“Hey, how about showing me a little respect?”

Huang Tian sized him up contemptuously. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m their friend.”

“Who cares what friend you are! Better mind your own business. Do you know who I am?!”

“No, I don’t.”

“I’m Huang Tian, son of Huang Shaolong!”

Huang Tian arrogantly dropped his name.

Lin Ye scratched his head and turned to Qiu Wanqing. “Who’s Huang Shaolong?”

“Looks like... some underground kingpin in Changjing City,” Qiu Wanqing replied, recalling from memory. She hadn’t been to Changjing City for a while but vaguely remembered the name.

“Oh, so he’s just a small-time thug.”

Lin Ye’s realization dawned on him. Huang Tian’s arrogance made him think Huang Shaolong was some powerful figure, but it turned out to be nothing more than a gangster.

Hearing Lin Ye dismiss his father as a petty thug, Huang Tian flew into a rage. “How dare you insult my father!”

“I didn’t insult him. He really is a small-time thug,” Lin Ye shrugged honestly.

“You still dare talk back! Today, I’ll teach you a lesson!” Huang Tian’s fury boiled over. “Take these two women to my room. Break this punk’s legs and throw him out!”

Immediately, the young men turned their attention to Lin Ye, advancing menacingly.

“Stop! I am... ugh...” Blue Poetry, drunk and swaying, tried to assert her identity but was silenced when Qiu Wanqing covered her mouth.

“He’s got this,” Qiu Wanqing smiled confidently, unafraid Lin Ye would lose.

Blue Poetry wanted to say more, but before she could, the once cocky gangsters were already writhing on the floor, groaning in pain.

Lin Ye, meanwhile, remained as calm as ever, smiling gently at the two women.

The five thugs didn’t last a minute under his hands. Huang Tian was stunned, dumbfounded, unable to see how Lin Ye had moved.

“You think a few days of training makes you tough enough to be arrogant in front of me?”

“Ugly Tiger!”

Huang Tian shouted.

Suddenly, the bar’s lights froze, the music stopped, and many young revelers in the dance hall looked over in confusion. When they saw Huang Tian causing a scene, they all fell silent.

Frequent visitors knew Huang Tian was a notorious bully no one dared to provoke.

Speculation buzzed: who had the nerve to challenge Huang Tian? He even called out Ugly Tiger.

The patrons’ gazes shifted toward the two beautiful women, piecing together the situation.

Knowing Huang Tian’s nature, any beauty in the room was fair game.

“Ugly Tiger is Huang Shaolong’s top enforcer. Are you sure he can handle this?” Blue Poetry asked with a half-drunk, sharp gaze.

“Don’t worry. There’s nothing in this world he can’t handle.”

Qiu Wanqing knew Lin Ye’s abilities inside and out.

Not just a small-time thug—Lin Ye had a solution for every crisis, even if the sky fell.

Before long, a bald, tattooed giant swaggered upstairs with a group of menacing followers.

“Who the hell bullied my boss?!” the bald giant roared.

He was nearly two meters tall, with a fierce tiger tattoo stretching from his nape to beneath his shirt—a terrifying sight that radiated pure intimidation.

He was Ugly Tiger, Huang Shaolong’s top enforcer, famed for once taking on a dozen armed men single-handedly. His ugliness earned him his nickname.

Seeing Blue Poetry and Qiu Wanqing, two stunning beauties, Ugly Tiger smirked knowingly.

“Ugly Tiger, this punk hurt my men. Handle it,” Huang Tian plopped onto the sofa, his earlier arrogance revived with back-up now present.

Ugly Tiger glanced at the sprawled gangsters on the floor, then sneered at Lin Ye. “Not bad, but not enough.”

“Kill him and throw him into the river to feed the fish.”

With a sharp rustle, Ugly Tiger’s men—all battle-hardened thugs—pulled out weapons: knives, batons, cleavers, even spiked clubs.

Blue Poetry’s worry deepened. “He’s going to get killed.”

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