You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The cracking sound of bones grinding together.

The warm air of the garden in early summer carried a chilling, almost menacing atmosphere.

The black tactical glove, lying on the ground, bent a section of freshly trimmed grass.

Leng Yue's eagle eyes, honed by years of war.

His gaze was fixed intently on Chen Yuan's face.

With undisguised provocation and scrutiny.

Chen Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the military knife on the ground.

He then looked up at the female special forces soldier in front of him, who exuded explosive power.

His deep black eyes remained completely still.

He had no intention of getting involved in this pointless squabble.

"I'm busy."

He uttered two words in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

Pick up that wicker basket filled with bright red tomatoes.

He turned around and headed towards the main building's kitchen.

They've only taken half a step.

Leng Yue took a step and blocked his way.

They moved extremely fast, their military boots leaving a deep dent in the grass.

"What? You're afraid?"

She sneered, the curve of her lips full of contempt.

Where did that pretentious, aloof demeanor go?

"I thought Wanzhou had found a really powerful backer."

"Turns out he's just a gigolo who only dares to hide behind women and thinks he can climb the social ladder by cooking a few meals."

"A pretty but useless piece of furniture!"

These words were blunt and harsh.

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He didn't care about the "pretty boy" label.

On the dark web, the top assassins he killed with a single blow didn't even have a chance to curse him.

But he knew Shen Wanzhou's temperament.

This socially awkward cat has only one outsider in the world whom it can trust without reservation: Leng Yue.

If we don't completely dispel this friend's doubts today...

From now on, Shen Wanzhou will inevitably be caught in the middle between the two men, facing a difficult dilemma.

He sighed.

He placed the wicker basket he was holding steadily on the solid wood bench next to him.

"Second basement level."

Chen Yuan turned around, his deep gaze meeting Leng Yue's battle-ready stare.

"Since you want to get beaten up, I'll grant your wish."

Fifteen minutes later.

The second basement level of Cloud Top Manor houses a professional combat training room.

The space here is as big as three basketball courts.

All four walls were covered with sound-absorbing foam and impact-resistant soft padding.

In the center is a standard octagonal cage.

The high-powered shadowless lights overhead illuminated the entire arena as bright as day.

There isn't a single unnecessary blind spot.

Leng Yue had already changed into a professional all-black tight-fitting fighting suit.

The fabric clung tightly to the muscle lines sculpted by her years of intense training.

There is no excess fat.

She stood barefoot on the blue judo mat in the ring.

Bend your knees slightly and lower your center of gravity.

He clenched his fists and placed them on either side of his chin, adopting a standard military close-quarters combat starting stance.

His aura was like a fully drawn bow.

Be ready to fire a deadly arrow at any time.

the other side.

Chen Yuan did not change his clothes.

She was still wearing the same white cotton T-shirt and black casual pants she wore when she was picking vegetables.

She didn't even change the pair of handmade leather shoes she was wearing.

He casually put his hands in his pockets.

He slowly and deliberately walked up the steps to the ring.

His posture was as relaxed as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

His entire body was riddled with flaws, showing no sign of being on guard.

Leng Yue looked at his nonchalant appearance.

His brows furrowed tightly, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his eyes.

In the military, such a complacent attitude would have resulted in being shot in the head by the enemy long ago.

"You look down on me?"

She gave a cold shout and slammed her toes into the judo mat.

Explosive power is instantly transmitted from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

He pounced on Chen Yuan like a cheetah.

There were no probing or feinting moves.

His first move was a deadly strike aimed straight at the vital points.

Her left fist transformed into a black afterimage, carrying a sharp gust of wind.

A direct hit to Chen Yuan's face.

On the battlefield of overseas peacekeeping, this punch is enough to break the nose of a strong adult man.

Chen Yuan stood still, without even blinking.

Just as the fist, accompanied by the sound of wind, was less than five centimeters from his nose.

He turned his head slightly.

The movements were extremely small, yet precise to the millimeter.

Leng Yue's fist grazed his earlobe but missed.

The first strike missed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Leng Yue's eyes, but her body reacted extremely quickly.

She didn't retract her fist, but instead twisted her waist in the process.

Using the momentum of the forward thrust, the right elbow felt like a heavy hammer.

It slammed hard into Chen Yuan's unsuspecting chest.

The deadly strike in Muay Thai – the spinning elbow.

If that hits hard, it would definitely break two ribs.

Faced with this overwhelming and deadly attack.

Chen Yuan finally made a move.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket with a speed that defied the laws of physics.

The large hand left a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

It accurately caught the elbow that Leng Yue was throwing at it.

Snapped!

The impact of flesh against flesh produced a dull thud.

The echoes reverberate in the empty training room.

Leng Yue felt as if her elbow had hit an indestructible steel plate.

The enormous recoil caused her entire right arm to go numb instantly.

A sharp, piercing pain shot through my joints.

Her expression changed slightly, and she immediately used the recoil to leap back two steps.

Maintain a safe distance.

He shook his numb right arm and looked at Chen Yuan with a glint in his eyes.

The contempt vanished completely, replaced by solemnity.

This man's reaction speed and muscle density.

He doesn't seem like a pampered venture capital president at all.

He doesn't seem like a chef who only knows how to toss food in a wok!

"You've got some skills."

Leng Yue gritted her teeth and spat out four words.

"But on the battlefield, simply hiding isn't enough to survive!"

Before he could finish speaking...

She launched another attack.

This time, she didn't hold back at all.

Military combat techniques, Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

She seamlessly transitioned between various ruthless techniques.

The wind howled from the punches, and the shadows of the legs crisscrossed.

Every move was aimed directly at Chen Yuan's throat, temples, and vital joints.

The sound of air being cut through the air echoed continuously from the arena.

But no matter how intense and ruthless her attacks were.

Chen Yuan remained standing still, his footsteps never even moving beyond the judo mat.

He still had one hand in his pocket.

Use only your other hand.

It can be used to deflect, block, or deflect force.

Each time, he perfectly neutralized Leng Yue's deadly attack.

His movements were devoid of any unnecessary frills.

It's like a seasoned martial arts master teasing a toddler who has just learned to walk.

That kind of effortless, oppressive feeling.

It's even more despairing than a direct counterattack.

The cold moon grew more and more frightened as it struck.

A fine layer of sweat had already seeped out from his forehead.

The rhythm of breathing also began to become rapid.

Her fighting skills, which she was so proud of, seemed to be completely seen through by this man.

He anticipates and blocks every move a player makes half a second in advance.

She couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Is all you can do defense?!"

Leng Yue roared, her competitive spirit fully ignited.

She spotted a slight opening after Chen Yuan parried.

With a sudden burst of strength from his waist, he was lifted into the air.

His right leg swung in the air in a terrifying semi-circle.

With immense power, it is like a battle axe capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

It swept straight towards Chen Yuan's unsuspecting left carotid artery.

This high kick was her deadly strike when she beheaded a drug lord in Africa years ago.

The speed was so great that a sonic boom even exploded in the air.

Leng Yue unleashed a fierce high kick aimed straight for Chen Yuan's neck, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound: "Pretty boy, if you can't withstand this kick, you'd better get out of the Shen family now!"