Chapter 202 - 200: King of the Underground

At his words, Guo Xiang’s thugs cracked their knuckles, gearing up for a fight.

Seeing this intimidating lineup, Song Ling’er shrank back in terror, burying herself in Wang Siming’s arms. The thought of what had happened to Wang Qiao’er years ago filled her with a mix of fury and dread.

Years ago, Wang Siming’s younger sister, Wang Qiao’er, had gone out clubbing with her friends one night. She caught Guo Xiang’s eye, and the animal tried to force her to drink with him. Doted on by the Wang Family since childhood, Wang Qiao’er had a fiery temper. Not only did she refuse to comply, but she also slapped Guo Xiang across the face in public.

That very slap escalated the situation.

Guo Xiang abducted her, intending to force himself on her. Wang Qiao’er would rather die than submit. In her desperate attempt to escape, she leaped from the third floor. Though she preserved her purity, the fall shattered both her legs, condemning her to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

Guo Xiang merely paid the Wang Family twenty million in compensation, and the matter was subsequently swept under the rug. The once bright and cheerful Wang Qiao’er underwent a drastic personality change, becoming withdrawn and burdened with an inferiority complex.

It was safe to say that this incident was the ultimate taboo for the Wang Family. Running into Guo Xiang here today proved that enemies were truly bound to cross paths.

Facing these menacing thugs, Ye Xuan didn’t even bat an eyelid. Moving at a speed indiscernible to the naked eye, he threw a punch.

WHAM!

His fist slammed into the jaw of the nearest thug.

CLANG!

Before the man could even scream, Ye Xuan casually snatched a decorative vase and smashed it over another thug’s head. Just as the second man collapsed, Ye Xuan executed a brutal suplex, slamming a third thug into the floor.

In the very next instant, Ye Xuan delivered a flying kick squarely into the stomach of a fourth thug. As the fourth man stumbled backward, clutching his abdomen, Ye Xuan’s fist had already found the face of the fifth thug.

In the blink of an eye, the previously arrogant thugs had all been floored. They writhed on the ground, clutching their injuries and wailing in agony.

Guo Xiang, Wang Siming, and the others were completely dumbfounded.

Wasn’t that way too fast? In less than five minutes, he had taken down all five thugs.

"This... As expected of the Cyan Dragon Chief," Wang Siming muttered under his breath, staring at Ye Xuan, whose hair wasn’t even out of place.

"How is this possible?! How is this possible?!" Guo Xiang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the scene in sheer disbelief.

These five men weren’t ordinary street thugs! They were all underground boxing champions, ruthless fighters who had weathered hundreds of battles. Yet they had been completely incapacitated without even a chance to fight back.

His previously slapped cheek still throbbing, Guo Xiang’s eyes darted around. Seeing Ye Xuan’s back turned to him, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Glancing left and right, he hastily grabbed a vase and swung it viciously at the back of Ye Xuan’s head.

"Watch out!" Song Ling’er cried out in alarm.

Sensing the impending danger, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes. He shifted half a step to the side and tilted his head slightly, nimbly dodging the attack.

Having hit nothing but air, Guo Xiang froze for two seconds. And those exact two seconds gave Ye Xuan the opening to strike back.

Spinning around, Ye Xuan drove his elbow sharply into the center of Guo Xiang’s chest. An excruciating pain instantly radiated through Guo Xiang’s entire body, draining him of every ounce of strength.

CRASH!

The vase slipped from his grasp and shattered into pieces on the floor. Clutching his chest with both hands, he fell with a heavy THUD. The shards of porcelain pierced his flesh, igniting another wave of piercing agony. In an instant, his body was covered in gashes, bleeding profusely all over the floor.

"Argh! Do you know who I am?! My godfather is the King of the Underworld! You’re dead meat for laying a hand on me!" Guo Xiang howled in pain as he rolled on the floor.

Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow. At the mention of the King of the Underworld, a glint sparked in his eyes. That was an old friend of his. He wondered what kind of expression the man would have when he arrived.

"I’ll give you a chance to call your godfather. Let’s see if he even dares to lay a finger on me when he gets here," Ye Xuan said, looking down at Guo Xiang with absolute fearlessness.

His words left Guo Xiang stunned.

Arrogant! He was simply too arrogant!

Even he, Guo Xiang, who practically ran lawless in Jingcheng, wouldn’t dare act like this. When facing his godfather, the King of the Underworld, he still had to bow and scrape like a meek servant. Where on earth did this guy get the confidence to spout such big words?

"Fine! You’ve got guts! I’m calling for backup right now! Just you wait!"

Once the stabbing pain in his chest slightly subsided, Guo Xiang scrambled up from the floor. He pulled out his phone and immediately made the call.

"Hello! Godfather, I’ve been beaten up! I’m at the Xinyue Hotel, please come over quick!" Guo Xiang cried out urgently the moment the call connected.

At that moment, the King of the Underworld was enjoying a full-service spa treatment with his phone on speaker. Hearing Guo Xiang’s wails, he furrowed his brow.

"Who has the gall to touch you? Did you give them my name?"

Guo Xiang could detect a hint of impatience in the King of the Underworld’s tone. He knew that if he simply admitted he couldn’t beat Ye Xuan, his godfather might not stand up for him and would likely view him as incompetent. So, his eyes darted shiftily, and he spun a different narrative.

"I did! But this brat is ridiculously arrogant! He said that even if you came here yourself, you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to him!

"Godfather, my getting beaten up is a minor issue, but I absolutely cannot allow anyone to disrespect you like this! I have to make this little bastard pay the price today!"

Hearing this, the King of the Underworld knitted his eyebrows into a tight knot. He wondered how, after all these years, there was still someone so recklessly suicidal. This little punk was truly arrogant.

"Hand the phone to him. Let me speak to him," the King of the Underworld said flatly, waving away the young woman massaging his back and sitting up from the massage bed.

Not daring to delay, Guo Xiang quickly handed the phone to Ye Xuan.

"You little bastard, my godfather wants you on the phone! You’re dead meat!" he spat, shooting Ye Xuan a gloating look filled with smug triumph.

Ye Xuan gave Guo Xiang an impassive glance. Ignoring the thug, he reached out and took the phone.

"Hello."

Hearing Ye Xuan’s icy voice from the other end, the King of the Underworld frowned even deeper, gesturing for the massage girl to help him get dressed.

"Kid, I hear you’re not afraid of me in the slightest? Do you even know who I am to be spouting such big words?" he asked, still enjoying the girl’s service as he spoke into the phone.

Ye Xuan smiled faintly and gave a nonchalant reply.

His answer instantly darkened the King of the Underworld’s face.