Chapter 50: Who Are You Talking About?

This group of so-called "princesses" were dressed provocatively, their faces youthful—no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, lacking experience in the world but blessed with beautiful appearances. Yet, Situ Ye merely waved them away, paying them no mind whatsoever. Instead, he continued his lively conversation with Li Yueyao, his attention fixed solely on her.

The other young men, however, had different ideas. Each wrapped an arm around a "princess" and made their way to the side platform, deliberately leaving space for Situ Ye and Li Yueyao.

Zhang Huang glanced at Ye Fei, who sat in the corner staring longingly in their direction. He sneered, then instructed the sophisticated woman beside him, "Go on, bring that kid a gutter rat."

She nodded slightly and soon returned, leading in a plump girl with a round face and features that could only generously be called striking. She ordered the girl to sit next to Ye Fei.

"Hey there, handsome~"

"Come on, let me have a drink with you~" The plump girl wobbled her head as she lunged toward Ye Fei.

Yet Ye Fei remained dazed, his gaze pinned not on the girl beside him but on the "princess" in the distance, now being held by Liu Qiming.

Zhou Danzhuang!

His ninth senior sister?

Why was she here?

This was no place for someone like her!

A dark look clouded Ye Fei's face as he shoved the girl away, stood up, and strode toward Liu Qiming.

At that moment, Zhou Danzhuang sat on the sofa, clearly resisting Liu Qiming's wandering hands. Fury smoldered in her eyes, on the verge of erupting.

"Oh, playing coy, are we?" Liu Qiming sneered. "Short on cash, huh? I've got plenty." He laughed louder, more brazen, enjoying her resistance. He reached out, his hand aiming brazenly for her chest.

Zhou Danzhuang took a deep breath, ready to act—

Crack!

Ye Fei had arrived, seizing Liu Qiming's wrist and twisting it brutally.

Dislocated.

Liu Qiming gasped in pain, eyes wide as he shrieked.

"Senior sister, who told you to come here?" Ye Fei asked, his voice resigned as he looked down at Zhou Danzhuang.

She was still processing what had happened. When she saw Ye Fei, shock filled her face. She stammered, "Junior brother... I was assigned here last minute for a mission... I—I don't even know how I ended up in this place..."

"A mission?" Ye Fei could see through her lie at once. With a sigh, he took her hand and started leading her toward the door. "Come on, I'll get you out of here. This isn't the place for you."

Nearby, Liu Qiming, drenched in sweat and wracked with pain, saw Ye Fei trying to take away the girl he'd set his sights on. Enraged, he bellowed, "Stop right there! Zhang Huang, what the hell are you doing? That idiot dares to steal my woman? I'm going to have him killed tonight!"

Zhang Huang hurried over, his face darkening when he saw Ye Fei holding Zhou Danzhuang's hand. He grabbed his radio and barked, "Lao Liu, bring some security over here. Someone's causing trouble. I want him carried out on a stretcher tonight!"

The person on the other end seemed all too familiar with these sorts of incidents. In less than half a minute, seven or eight burly security guards blocked the exit.

"Trying to run? Run to hell!" Zhang Huang strode up to Ye Fei, raised his hand as if to slap him, and snarled, "What now? Planning to take her to a hotel? Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you deserve her?"

Ye Fei glanced at him coolly, tightening his grip on Zhou Danzhuang, making her wince in pain.

He wasn't impulsive. Instead, he addressed the security guards calmly: "Step aside."

"Beat him! Break his arms and legs!" Zhang Huang barked, stepping out of the way.

Immediately, the guards rushed to surround Ye Fei, ready to beat him senseless.

But—

Half a minute later, the seven or eight guards lay groaning on the floor, not a single one left standing.

Ye Fei had barely needed to free up one hand and one foot; they had no chance to react at all.

Zhang Huang stood stunned, his face twisted in disbelief and horror.

Just as he realized what had happened and thought to summon more men, Ye Fei had already reached the door with Zhou Danzhuang.

"Senior sister, head home and wait for me. I have things to take care of here," Ye Fei said as he hailed a taxi, his tone brooking no argument. "I'll ask about everything when I get back. Just do as I say."

"Alright. You… take care of yourself," Zhou Danzhuang replied quietly and got in the taxi.

Watching the cab pull away, Ye Fei finally realized that more than twenty security guards had gathered before him. Each wielded an iron baton—perfect for beating someone, less lethal than a knife but capable of inflicting plenty of bruises. At worst, they'd only have to pay some medical fees.

"Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Why don't you all come play with me in the presidential suite?" Now that things had escalated, Ye Fei dropped the pretense. He summoned his internal energy and strode toward the suite, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The guards, following Zhang Huang's orders, trailed after him.

Soon, the suite was packed with people.

"Zhang Huang, what are you doing? Ye Fei is with me—don't you dare mess around!" Li Yueyao, alarmed by the sheer number of people, nonetheless stood protectively in front of Ye Fei and shouted.

Her original plan had been to use her time drinking with Situ Ye as cover, so Ye Fei could find a chance to avenge Yang Tianming. But now that things had spiraled out of control, she was at a loss.

"Li Yueyao, if your distant cousin shows no respect to me or Young Master Liu, then he’s disrespecting Young Master Situ as well. Don't blame me for what happens next," Zhang Huang snarled. "He broke Young Master Liu's wrist and beat up my men. If you want to protect him, then be prepared for the consequences!"

"You… how dare you!" Li Yueyao snapped, anger coloring her cheeks. "If you dare offend the Li family, don't think your doors will be open tomorrow!"

"The Li family? That bankrupt, long-defunct clan? Hahaha…" Zhang Huang scoffed and laughed, utterly unfazed. "Get real. I invited you here tonight to drink with Brother Ye out of courtesy. Did you really think you’re still some little princess of the Li family?"

Smack!

A sharp slap rang out.

Zhang Huang pressed a hand to his cheek and turned, only to be utterly shocked.

"Who did you just call a whore?" Situ Ye withdrew his hand, his expression cold as he smiled at Li Yueyao. "Yueyao, come over here. He won't dare touch you. Anyone who does is making an enemy of me. I'll protect you. Come."

His tone brooked no argument.

Li Yueyao was about to refuse, but then she felt a gentle push at her waist. Turning, she saw Ye Fei nodding at her, a reassuring light in his eyes, as if to say: Don’t worry, I can handle this.