Chapter Thirty-Eight: Delivered Right to the Door

The moment the words left his mouth, he realized he had said something he shouldn’t have. Knowing the truth was out, Zheng Hao turned on his heel to leave.

“Kid, you think you can just walk away?”

Fang Yuan let out a thunderous shout: “Ha!”

Zheng Hao, who was just about to contact Fat Hai, suddenly heard the shout behind him. In that instant, he felt as though his body had been swept into a raging storm. A powerful surge of air currents swirled around him, making him almost lose control of his own body.

“You... you—” Zheng Hao turned around and immediately caught sight of the blood on Fang Yuan’s leg. He thought it was the driver’s blood and, trying to intimidate him, barked out, “Did you kill the driver? Murder demands a life in return. You just wait for the police to come and arrest you.”

“Oh, is that so? Go ahead, call the police. Let’s see who gets arrested when they arrive.” Fang Yuan closed in on Zheng Hao, slow and unhurried. The security guards behind him, realizing the gravity of the situation, reached for their phones to call the police.

“Don’t call the police. I’ll handle this myself.” Zheng Hao had no intention of actually letting them call the police—this was his territory, after all. Even if Fang Yuan wanted to harm him, it wouldn’t be easy.

“Go, call in the entire security team,” Zheng Hao ordered. His hotel employed quite a few people; the security team alone had two squads. If they all showed up, there’d be forty or fifty men—a force more than capable of dealing with a single Fang Yuan. That would be easy.

“Fang Yuan, if you dare make trouble here today, I’ll make sure you regret it,” Zheng Hao threatened. He wasn’t one to be trifled with. To own such a high-class hotel at his age meant he’d been hardened by years on the street.

What Fang Yuan hated most were people like Zheng Hao—two-faced, all smiles in front of Old Master Pei, obedient as a lapdog, but turning into a wolfdog the moment his back was turned.

Now that Fang Yuan was certain the driver had acted on Zheng Hao’s orders, he wasted no more words. Moving swiftly, he landed a hook straight to Zheng Hao’s face.

Though he’d never trained in boxing, Fang Yuan always seemed able to execute textbook moves when it mattered. And with strength to spare, even this not-so-heavy punch sent Zheng Hao sprawling to the ground, blood gushing from his nose and turning his white shirt crimson in seconds.

By now, the security team had arrived. Seeing their boss attacked, they cracked their knuckles, eager to make an example out of Fang Yuan.

It was their dream to restore their boss’s honor right in front of him; now was their chance, and they weren’t going to let it slip by. These weren’t ordinary guards either—they were veterans from the armed police, every one of them skilled in combat.

Dozens of them surrounded Fang Yuan, clutching batons as thick as a man’s wrist.

“Kid, you’re looking for death,” they spat, and charged at him, swinging their clubs.

Fang Yuan merely watched their approach with a calm, icy arrogance that sent a chill through the summer air.

More than ten heavy batons came crashing toward him at once—enough to cripple an ordinary man.

But before anyone could see how he moved, Fang Yuan had already acted. The batons in their hands snapped clean in two.

Yes, snapped—batons thick as a man’s wrist, broken in an instant, more than ten of them at once.

“How…how is this possible?” The head of security stared at the short fragment left in his hand, dumbfounded.

He’d seen tough men before, but never anything this unbelievable. This wasn’t a man—they were facing a god.

Since Fang Yuan was at the center of the group, Zheng Hao, standing behind the crowd, couldn’t see what had happened. All he heard was a cry of alarm—then saw his entire security team collapse to the ground in unison.

Some twitched uncontrollably, some foamed at the mouth, others’ eyes rolled back white.

What on earth had happened?

Zheng Hao’s eyes widened. He looked at Fang Yuan, who stood there unscathed, and wondered if blood loss was making him hallucinate. Fang Yuan seemed taller and more imposing than ever.

Bathed in moonlight, Fang Yuan stood quietly, his gaze cold as he looked at the men sprawled on the ground. He said to Chong Chong, “They’re really too weak—not even worth the effort.”

“Who could disagree? They’re all bluster and no substance—nothing like you, Master. Not only are you formidable outside, you’re even more so within. I need to find a really impressive word to describe you… Let me see… ‘All show and no substance’? No, that’s not right. ‘Beauty with brains’? Still not enough. Ah! Master is divinely heroic, invincible, a hero of unmatched might!”

One had to admit, Chong Chong’s vocabulary was growing more and more elaborate. Perhaps it was time to buy a book of idioms for it.

That way, Chong Chong wouldn’t keep spouting nonsense.

“Chong Chong, what do you think we should do to teach these guys a lesson?” Now that they were of no consequence, what happened next was entirely up to Fang Yuan’s whim.

Chong Chong was always full of mischievous ideas, and Fang Yuan figured it might come up with something especially entertaining.

“Master, these guys always swagger around like they’re all that, so tough and manly. Why don’t we… why don’t we…” Chong Chong giggled. There was no need to spell it out—Fang Yuan already knew what it meant.

Indeed… it was a fine idea.

But these men weren’t about to submit so easily; it would take a bit more effort to bring them to heel.

Fang Yuan was never one for words. As soon as the men staggered to their feet, he lashed out with a flying kick.

“Swish, swish, swish.”

Their formation might have been sloppy, but the way they fell was perfectly synchronized.

The guards barely had time to steady themselves before Fang Yuan’s boot sent them flying, each kick aimed at their most sensitive spot—a move guaranteed to leave them writhing in agony.

After a few rounds of this, the head of security hurriedly begged for mercy.

“Big brother, spare us! Any more and someone’s going to die!”

“If you want to live, it’s simple. Do as I say and you’ll walk away. Refuse, and don’t blame me for what happens next,” Fang Yuan said coldly.

By this time, Zheng Hao had been helped to his feet. That one punch, though it hadn’t seemed all that powerful, had left him too afraid to make a move for a long while. His whole body ached, every movement agony.

“Beat him to death! Don’t let him get away!” Zheng Hao shouted, clearly delirious from blood loss, unable to grasp the reality of the situation as he barked orders at the two security heads.

Hearing his words, the two captains visibly shuddered.