Chapter 39: I'm Not Someone to Be Trifled With

"Wait, Master, please stop!" He Meixuan immediately caught up and blocked Chen Yufeng, looking at him in confusion. "Master, aren't you the guy in ancient clothes from the other day?"

Ever since Chen Yufeng took off his sunglasses, she had felt he looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized the master's beard was glued on—a fake. That was when she suddenly connected him to the man in ancient attire she'd met two days before.

"Miss, I know you're trying to hit on me, but I won't fall for that," Chen Yufeng replied, recalling how the two sisters had kicked him out of the car the other day, which left him annoyed. He deliberately said this and turned to leave. So what if you're a rich heiress? I don't care.

He Meixuan noticed that his tone, face shape, build, and even the way he walked matched the ancient-clothed man from before—almost identical. There was no doubt in her mind they were the same person.

If that was true, then—good heavens! He was not only skilled in martial arts but also a brilliant healer. This man was simply incredible, and yet, he was about her age!

Her curiosity was piqued; she wanted answers, for he seemed far too mysterious. So she immediately followed him.

"Hey, Master, wait up! I know there may have been some misunderstanding between us..."

As Chen Yufeng walked, He Meixuan chased after him, and soon they reached the hospital entrance.

Seeing the girl had followed him all this way, he was just considering whether to stop and grab a coffee with her when, by chance, he spotted several familiar faces.

It was Jiang Tailong and his gang.

"Damn, not these idiots again. Are they out for revenge?" Chen Yufeng thought.

Jiang Tailong and his group had actually come to visit an injured friend. As they approached the hospital, a burly bald man suddenly noticed a man dressed as a Taoist priest who looked a lot like the ancient-clothed man who had beaten them up two days before. He hurriedly said to Jiang Tailong, "Brother Long, look over there. I think that's the guy we're looking for!"

"Where? Where?"

"Brother Long, over there—see him?"

Jiang Tailong followed his companion's gesture and focused his gaze. Damn, wasn't that him? He was instantly delighted.

Without another word, he led his crew over and surrounded Chen Yufeng with an intimidating air.

Jiang Tailong barked, "Kid, I've been looking everywhere for you without success, and now you show up on your own. Let's see where you run this time!"

He felt confident today because he was carrying a gun.

Chen Yufeng glanced at the group and knew they were out for trouble, but he wasn't afraid, nor did he admit anything. He put on an innocent face and flatly denied it. "Gentlemen, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't even know you."

"Wrong person? You think you can change your disguise and I won't recognize you? You think I'm blind?" Jiang Tailong clearly believed he was the same man who had beaten them up.

"I'm telling you, you've really got the wrong guy," Chen Yufeng shook his head. He was in a good mood today and didn't want to fight.

"Cut the act. Weren't you so tough the other day? What, turned coward now?" Jiang Tailong sneered.

"Sigh, I am a kind man. Why must you persist?" Chen Yufeng thought to himself. Seeing that they wouldn't let up and were convinced of his identity, he realized there was no avoiding it. Since they were here to add to his reward points, why be polite?

He dropped the act, his face hardening with impatience. "Yes, it's me. So what do you want?"

"Since you admit it, that's simple," Jiang Tailong jabbed a finger at Chen Yufeng's nose, eyes fierce. "Listen, if you know what's good for you, come with us. Otherwise..." He made a gun gesture, the threat obvious.

Chen Yufeng looked unconcerned. "Don't think I'm scared just because you have numbers. I know a thing or two myself—I'm sure you know my skills."

Jiang Tailong was already in a foul mood, and hearing Chen Yufeng talk tough annoyed him further. Without another word, he revealed the muzzle of a gun from his black leather bag.

He threatened coldly, "You'd better behave. Today I've got a real weapon. If you're sensible, I'll just give you a beating to vent my anger. If not, I'll blow your brains out—believe it?"

"Oh my, you have a gun? Then you win, big brother, I surrender," Chen Yufeng feigned terror and gave in.

"Hmph, smart choice. Get in the car," Jiang Tailong said.

He knew that even if some people were skilled fighters, they couldn't stand up to a real gun. This guy was obviously one of them.

At that moment, he felt invincible with the weapon in hand.

"You two, go check on A Biao and call me if anything happens. The rest of you, come with me and escort this punk to the car," he ordered.

"Yes, Brother Long," two burly men answered and entered the hospital.

Jiang Tailong and three others forced Chen Yufeng into a waiting Land Rover, planning to take him somewhere remote to vent their rage.

He Meixuan reached the hospital entrance just in time to see Chen Yufeng being forced into the car by the bald men.

She immediately recognized them as the same group who had tried to kidnap her the other day.

Connecting the dots—the ancient-clothed man had beaten up these thugs, so they must be here for revenge.

This made her even more certain that the master who was just taken was the very same man in ancient clothes. Of course he was.

Her heart pounded with both anxiety and excitement. She immediately called the police, then jumped into her red Ferrari and tailed them.

The Land Rover had barely gone far when the thugs' rough handling brought them swift retribution.

Chen Yufeng, once again channeling the spirit of the Conqueror, casually threw two punches, leaving two of the bald men seeing stars and utterly dazed.

Seeing his men thrashed, Jiang Tailong whipped out his gun and aimed it at Chen Yufeng's head. "Are you looking to die? One more move and I'll blow your brains out!"

"Brother Long, just kill him! He dares fight back!" the two beaten men shouted.

Even with the gun to his head, Chen Yufeng remained calm, showing no sign of fear. Instead, he smiled and warned, "Brother Long, I heard that a lot of guns these days have quality issues—they tend to jam at critical moments. Not that I'm saying yours will, but you'd better check it carefully, just in case..."

"Shut your damn mouth! One more word and I'll send you to hell right now!"

Jiang Tailong's face darkened, patience wearing thin, his finger itching to pull the trigger.

"You talk as if you could actually shoot me," Chen Yufeng retorted coolly.

His air of arrogance and composure infuriated Jiang Tailong. Convinced the guy thought he wouldn't shoot, Jiang Tailong didn't waste another word and pulled the trigger at Chen Yufeng's arm.

But, infuriatingly, the gun jammed.

"What the hell, how is that possible?" Jiang Tailong cursed, about to reload when Chen Yufeng's iron fist landed squarely on his forehead.

With just one punch, Jiang Tailong lost all will to resist—the blow was simply too hard, too violent.

The last bald man was also taken out in a couple of seconds, left doubting his very existence.

It was essentially a one-sided massacre by Chen Yufeng, possessed by the spirit of the Conqueror. Dealing with these small fry was effortless, and the reward points expended and gained balanced out.

Nevertheless, Chen Yufeng thought it was time he learned some real skills. Power earned through his own cultivation would be his true strength. Relying on spirits to handle even minor thugs just felt wrong.

"Big brother, we were wrong! Please, have mercy—give us lost souls a chance to correct our ways!" Jiang Tailong and his men, cunning old foxes, knew when they were beaten and dropped all pretense of heroism, groveling and shedding fake tears for forgiveness.

Watching their performance, Chen Yufeng couldn't help but laugh. Old foxes, trying to play games with me?

Of course he wouldn't let them off so easily. He glanced at them and asked, "Do you really know your mistake?"

"Yes, truly," they nodded eagerly.

"How deeply do you regret it?" he pressed.

"Deeply, very deeply. From now on, if we ever see you, we'll take another route," they promised, not daring to show the slightest resistance.

"I don't think you understand your mistake at all. Deep regret, my ass. Two lines of nonsense and you think that's enough?" Chen Yufeng said irritably. Wasn't the implication obvious?

Jiang Tailong, an old hand, understood exactly what Chen Yufeng meant. It was about money.

He knew better than to take more punishment. The best way out was to pay up and get this over with.

With a grimace, Jiang Tailong pulled three stacks of cash—thirty thousand yuan—from his bag and handed it respectfully to Chen Yufeng. "Big brother, here is thirty thousand in cash, a token of my respect. Please forgive me and my men."

He was seething inside. Usually, others paid tribute to him; now he was paying tribute to this guy.

Just you wait, you arrogant punk—I'll see how long your luck lasts...