Chapter 14: Hero Saves the Beauty? Sorry, That’s Not My Thing

"You..." He Meixuan glared at the other side in anger, not knowing what to do. He Xiaoying, though her hands and feet were restrained, kept cursing without pause, "Ah, you despicable, filthy men! Stinking perverts! May you all have children with no balls..."

"Bastards! If you dare touch her, this isn't over between us!" Zhao Zijun was frantic as he watched the woman he loved about to fall into disaster. Yet he was powerless, his heart twisted with frustration. Should anything happen to He Meixuan, his loss could never be measured in money.

"Not over? I'd like to see how you make it not over. We hate being threatened the most—I'll beat you to death." The reply was more savage blows.

At that moment, a voice spoke up from someone who had been all but ignored this whole time—Chen Yufeng. Striding forward, he shook out his sleeves, clenched his fists, and shouted at the gang of bald musclemen, "Wait!"

"Oh? You want to play the hero too?" Jiang Tailong sneered, his eyes fierce.

"No, no, you misunderstand," Chen Yufeng quickly waved his hands, smiling as he explained, "You and this lovely lady make such a fine couple—I'd rather not intrude. I'm not with them, we were just sharing a ride. None of this concerns me. You two can take your time getting to know each other. May I go now?"

"Shameless! Could you be any more despicable?" Though Chen Yufeng indeed had nothing to do with He Xiaoying's group, his words at this dire moment could not help but arouse their deepest contempt. Had he simply kept silent, they might have felt better.

Jiang Tailong looked Chen Yufeng up and down, full of disdain for this man in ancient garb. "When I, Jiang Tailong, set out to make my mark, so many brothers are willing to lay down their lives for me. Do you know why?"

"Because I value loyalty."

"Everyone in the underworld knows, what I hate most is betrayal. Even this little girl knows to fight for her friends. But you, dressed up like some hero, are nothing but a coward, desperate to save your own skin by disowning your friends when it matters most. It's laughable."

"If you fought for your friends, I'd just beat you up and be done. But a spineless coward like you... ha!"

"Let me make it clear: the three of them might walk out of here in one piece, but as for you, I, Dragon, will teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

The words rang with such righteous fervor that Jiang Tailong resembled a legendary outlaw hero.

"Brother Dragon speaks well! In ancient times there was Guan Yu, today there's Brother Dragon! We'll follow you to the ends of the earth!" The bald thugs cheered, knives raised, their blood boiling.

Clearly, Jiang Tailong's speech had struck a chord with them.

He Meixuan found herself utterly disgusted with this cowardly, self-serving man. Zhao Zijun wished he could beat him to death himself. Yet Chen Yufeng ignored the scornful looks cast his way and simply smiled, asking Jiang Tailong, "So, you mean I can't leave?"

"A man's word is his bond. If Dragon says he'll teach you a lesson, you won't walk away. Better get used to a wheelchair—"

Slap—

Before Jiang Tailong could finish, a fiery pain exploded on his face. In the blink of an eye, the previously distant Chen Yufeng was standing right before him. Before he could react, several more slaps landed in quick succession, swelling both sides of his face into a grotesque mask of bruises, blood and teeth flying. The sight was unbearable.

In this world, reputation is everything. Jiang Tailong had status here, and now he'd been publicly humiliated. His rage was unimaginable.

The shocked thugs recovered and, faces twisted with fury, brandished their machetes and charged. Earlier, they had only been ordered to subdue Zhao Zijun, not to use deadly force. But now that this guy had struck their leader, they were out for blood.

Unfortunately for them, they were up against Chen Yufeng, who possessed the mysterious Divine Disc.

He had just spent five points to summon the Golden Arhat for ten minutes. At first he considered spending three points to triple his combat strength, but facing five or six armed men, even six times the strength would not have sufficed—their weapons made it too dangerous.

In the end, the Golden Arhat was the best choice: not only did it grant immense power and agility, but it made him impervious to blades and spears. Of course, that meant cold weapons—modern firearms were another matter.

Now, with the Golden Arhat's power surging through him, his skin shone with a metallic luster, as if cast in gold. His blood seemed aflame, his fighting spirit blazed—he felt he could easily slaughter tigers with his bare hands.

This strength begged to be unleashed, making him restless and uncomfortable if he held back. The effects were truly remarkable—magnificent, even!

Let's see if you can withstand me now!

Without another word, he charged straight into the fray.

The scene that followed left everyone present dumbstruck.

Chen Yufeng's figure darted among the bald thugs like a ghost; with each punch and kick, another man fell, groaning in pain. His movements, combined with his ancient costume, gave him the air of a true martial hero.

How could he be so skilled? Was he some bit player from period dramas who had actually learned martial arts?

In less than thirty seconds, all five or six armed thugs were sprawled on the ground, writhing in agony.

Watching Chen Yufeng's astonishing display, Jiang Tailong was overwhelmed with regret. Damn it—why did I have to act tough and stop him from leaving?

"Bravo, amazing!" He Xiaoying cheered and clapped, delighted. He Meixuan, though less exuberant, also smiled in relief—the nightmare she had feared had been averted by the very man she had found most annoying.

Zhao Zijun, however, was not pleased. He shouted, "You bastard! You clearly had these skills, so why didn't you act sooner? I can't stand people like you who play the fool and then swoop in to save the day!"

"Thank you, hero! I never expected you to be so strong—absolutely stunning!" He Xiaoying ran over and gave Chen Yufeng a big hug.

He brushed her off casually, saying, "Why are you thanking me?"

He Xiaoying beamed, "Thank you for saving us! If you hadn't unleashed your power, we'd be doomed. Those moves of yours were so cool! What a shame I was too stunned to film it—if we posted it online, you'd probably go viral!"

"Miss, thank you for your praise," Chen Yufeng replied coolly.

"Hee hee, it's true! You were so handsome—any girl would be amazed and smitten!"

"But I think you've misunderstood." Chen Yufeng looked at her coldly. "I only beat them up because I wanted to leave. Did I ever say I was saving you?"

"What? You... you mean you'd just let us die?"

He Xiaoying stared at him in disbelief, utterly exasperated. What kind of person is this!