CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 0057 VIOLENT SLAUGHTER

"Bullying kids? You’re just a loser yourself, showing off strength you don’t have!"

To Jiang Chen, who swung his fist at him, Hong Yan merely gave a disdainful smile.

He didn’t even bother to move.

"Bang!"

But just as Jiang Chen charged halfway through.

The shifty-eyed Sha Shu suddenly rushed out.

Holding a wooden plank in his hand.

With a bang.

The plank smashed into Jiang Chen’s stomach.

Shattering directly into pieces.

Jiang Chen’s abdomen throbbed in sharp pain, and he fell to the ground screaming.

A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"You reckless brat, asking for trouble, aren’t you!"

Sha Shu chuckled twice, and stepped on Jiang Chen’s head.

That arrogant attitude was a stark contrast to the servile demeanour he showed earlier in front of Hong Yan.

Clearly, a despicable man enjoying his moment of triumph.

"Song Shuyao, is this useless thing the best you could find to help? You’re clearly underestimating me! Tsk tsk!"

Looking at Jiang Chen, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Hong Yan lifted Song Shuyao’s chin, clicking his tongue in mock appreciation.

"Haha! Young Master Yan is impressive. Song Shuyao, stop struggling. Being Young Master Yan’s woman is quite an enjoyable thing!"

"These siblings must be brainless! The sister comes alone to get drugs from Young Master Yan, even challenging him to a race. Isn’t that practically throwing herself into bed, offering herself to him?"

"The brother’s even more laughable, looking for help but bringing just one person—and a useless one at that."

"Enjoy yourself, Young Master Yan, we won’t disturb you."

The rich heirs gathered here couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the sight.

Creaaak!

Originally, the crowd was about to disperse.

But then they heard a slight creaking from the second floor.

It was the sound of a car door opening.

Their eyes followed the sound to a Volkswagen.

The door of the back seat was opening.

A relatively slim, slender figure stepped out of the car.

"There’s someone else in the car, called quite a few helpers, huh?"

At this seemingly even easier-to-handle figure than Jiang Chen, the crowd erupted in laughter once more.

"Ye Qingfeng!"

Upon seeing the figure stepping out of the car, Song Shuyao called out tenderly.

She couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart, settling her nerves quite a bit.

"Sister, it’s me... I invited Brother Qingfeng over."

Seeing the smile spreading across Song Shuyao’s face.

Shuhao felt it was as if he were showing off.

Proud to finally be able to do something for his sister.

Rather than letting her bear all the pressure.

"Yes!"

Song Shuyao nodded heavily, eyes reddened.

"Seems this kid is your last hope! Well, this makes it even more fun."

Hong Yan laughed, not taking Ye Qingfeng seriously at all.

"Hehehe!! What a handsome guy! Be gentle, it’s been a while since I’ve tasted such a charming young man!"

The seductive woman in a deep V-neck black top, exposing a white expanse and hinting at the bra beneath.

Licking her red lips, she gazed at Ye Qingfeng with lustful eyes like spring water.

Her seductive aura made men want to pin her down and vent.

"Xingtiao, in heat again? Am I not manly enough for you? And you prefer these pretty boys!"

The punk-dressed, spiked and metallic-studded burly man beside her shouted angrily.

"Huz!" You call yourself tough? What a joke, can’t last a minute in bed, what are you boasting about!"

Xingtiao sneered, rolling her beautiful eyes.

"Haha! Huzi, so weak!"

"Xingtiao, leave Huzi, come over to me instead!"

"Huzi, your bedroom performance won’t be as bad as that kid under Sha Shu’s foot, right?"

Hearing Xingtiao’s words.

Another burst of laughter erupted.

"Fuck, I’ll show you punks how strong I am!"

Huzi, muscular and in punk attire, picked up a baseball bat.

Walking toward Ye Qingfeng.

Ready to vent all the ridicule he had endured onto Ye Qingfeng.

"Pretty boy, I’m gonna cripple you!"

Brandishing the baseball bat, Huzi swung it at Ye Qingfeng’s ribs.

Everyone expected this hit to break ribs and cause severe injury.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Qingfeng didn’t dodge at all.

As the baseball bat came crashing down.

He suddenly raised his arm to meet it.

"This kid has a death wish?"

"That one’s useless, and this one’s an idiot!"

"Meeting a baseball bat with his arm, how foolish."

The crowd sneered once again.

"Bang!"

But what stunned everyone was.

The baseball bat snapped in half.

Ye Qingfeng’s arm was unscathed.

"Just because I’m good-looking doesn’t make me a pretty boy. Is your head on your ass or what!"

Ye Qingfeng lifted his eyelids, calmly retorted.

"Dare insult me, seeking death!"

Huzi clenched his fist, swinging at Ye Qingfeng again.

"Rumble!!"

With a forceful punch, Ye Qingfeng formed a fist.

Punching directly into Huzi’s chest.

Crackkk!!!

Layers of cracking bone sounds resonated.

"Die!"

Ye Qingfeng clutched fiercely.

The hand embedded in Huzi’s chest crushed his beating heart.

"Thud!"

Ye Qingfeng’s face remained cold and emotionless.

Withdrawing his hand from Huzi’s chest, seemingly still dripping with fresh blood.

Huzi’s corpse slumped to the ground.

A deep wound revealing internal organs on his chest.

From the wound, blood continued to pour out, even with bits of organ fragments.

This scene made those usually domineering, bullying playboys shiver all over.

Even their hearts clenched tightly.

What a ruthless, merciless act.

No holding back, no expression of emotion.

As if he was squashing an ant.

Those who had words ready to mock Ye Qingfeng.

Now swallowed hard one by one.

Looking at Ye Qingfeng with eyes revealing a hint of fear.

"Anyone else wanting to die... step forward!"

Ye Qingfeng disregarded the eyes around him.

Block his path, and it’s death. He had no interest in playing games, only in violent slaughter.

So, Ye Qingfeng stepped forward, slowly walking toward Song Shuyao.

"Step, step, step!!!"

The sound of his steps felt like they echoed in everyone’s hearts, scaring them off from making a move.

Xingtiao, who previously saw Ye Qingfeng as prey, now covered her red lips with her delicate hand, not daring to speak.

Her exposed long legs seemed to tremble at this moment.

"You think I’m scared of you!"

Sha Shu released his foot from Jiang Chen’s face.

Pulling a Swiss army knife from behind him with a sinister look in his eyes.