Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"You brat, come down here if you dare, let's fight one-on-one!"

Zhang Dongyang raised his neck and looked at Jiang Yueming, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

Since childhood, he has relied on Li Hui's power; who would dare to disrespect him?

He couldn't swallow this insult from a mere child!

When did these lowly ants dare to ride on the backs of the nobles and act so presumptuously?

Zhang Dongyang grew angrier the more he thought about it. He pointed a finger at Jiang Yueming and yelled, "Are you scared? You'd better kowtow to me a few times right now!"

"I'll take pity on you and let you go this time, otherwise you're dead when my uncle arrives!"

Upstairs, Jiang Yue rolled her eyes, not immediately answering his request, and asked with a smile, "Zhang Dongyang, a one-on-one fight is fine, but how about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Zhang Dongyang agreed readily.

"Let's bet on a one-on-one fight. If I win, you have to hand over all your valuables." Jiang Yueming's gaze fell on Zhang Dongyang as she made her calculations.

Zhang Dongyang always thinks he's a noble young master, and today he's going to put Zhang Dongyang's arrogance to a halt.

Look at what those powerful and wealthy people are so arrogant about!

"Okay, what if you lose?"

Upon hearing Zhang Dongyang speak, Jiang Yueming's expression faltered slightly at first, then she chuckled and said, "Sorry, I never consider that, because I've never lost a one-on-one fight!"

Zhang Dongyang's face twitched slightly, his eyes blazing with fury: "You're pretty arrogant, you brat!"

"I'm arrogant because I'm sure I'll win. It's you who overestimated yourself and challenged me to a one-on-one fight; you're really lacking in common sense."

As soon as the words left his lips, Jiang Yueming leaped down from the brown wooden armchair between the upper and lower floors, his eyes gleaming with a youthful confidence and spirit.

"Come on, I'll let you make the first move," Jiang Yueming said calmly, her hands behind her back after landing on her feet.

He didn't blindly accept Zhang Dongyang's challenge; he did so after careful consideration.

Jiang Yueming was not at the same level as Zhang Dongyang; in terms of strength and speed, he was superior to Zhang Dongyang.

Moreover, Jiang Yueming was a soldier in his previous life. Putting aside his cultivation level, even in a fight between ordinary people, Zhang Dongyang would undoubtedly lose!

So, to challenge him to a one-on-one fight is really a brainless act. I don't know if he lost his mind because he was so angry with his father earlier.

"This is going to be interesting. Whose child is this, daring to be so bold?"

"Exactly, it would be best if this kid's background was stronger than Zhang Dongyang's, otherwise the consequences would be dire."

"What's so interesting about this one-on-one fight? It's impossible for an adult like Zhang Dongyang to be defeated by a child."

Hearing the gossip of the diners, the woman who had been wearing a fringed dress put down her teacup with her slender fingers, her eyes slightly darting towards Jiang Yueming's tall and upright figure.

"Heh, everyone else is avoiding him like the plague, yet you dare to step forward. This kid is something else."

She suddenly felt a surge of curiosity about Jiang Yueming, and smiled slightly with a slight curve to her red lips.

Ye Mo frowned slightly, took a few graceful steps forward, and grabbed Jiang Yueming's sleeve: "Jiang Yueming, I am in the wrong after all, you don't need to stand up for me."

She carefully observed Jiang Yueming's cultivation level, and although it was unlikely that he would be injured in a direct confrontation with Zhang Dongyang.

But what she cared about was the power behind Zhang Dongyang. If Jiang Yueming offended Li Hui for her sake, it wouldn't be worth it.

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Jiang Yueming couldn't help but smile and say, "Boss Ye, with a brain like yours, you must have been fooled quite a few times."

She didn't even bother to carefully examine the insects in the noodles before concluding that it was her problem.

Is it better to say she's naive or stupid?

"Hey... Jiang Yueming, don't get too cocky."

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo raised her eyebrows and gently squeezed Jiang Yueming's arm with her delicate hand.

Since she opened the shop, no one had ever said anything bad about her, and for a moment she felt a little ashamed.

"Enough, Jiang Yueming, take this! I'll beat you to death today!"

Zhang Dongyang witnessed Ye Mo and Jiang Yueming being so intimate, and an uncontrollable rage surged through his body.

The next moment, he exerted force with his feet, his figure flashed, and he clenched his fists as he charged towards Jiang Yueming.

Jiang Yueming gently pushed Ye Mo away, his eyes focused as he faced the fierce wind of the punch. He aimed for the moment when Zhang Dongyang's left foot missed the target as he rushed over, and with a slight press of his body, he unleashed a sweeping leg kick.

boom!

Before Zhang Dongyang's fist could even touch Jiang Yueming, his burly body collapsed first. Before the shock in his eyes could subside, an unbearable pain shot through his right arm, turning his face deathly pale.

"what!"

Jiang Yueming straddled Zhang Dongyang's back, using a wrist-grabbing and elbow-pressing technique to restrain him.

"How about it? If you keep moving around, you might dislocate your right arm!"

Jiang Yueming smiled, grabbed Zhang Dongyang's right hand and pinned it behind his back, holding his wrist ready to push him upwards at any moment.

He was certain that Zhang Dongyang would still resist.

"You...I'll kill you!"

Zhang Dongyang's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, and he slapped his left hand backward, attempting to attack Jiang Yueming.

Jiang Yueming, with her sharp eyes, pushed upwards with her palm. The tearing pain in Zhang Dongyang's right arm made him break out in a cold sweat, and his left arm, which was swinging in mid-air, froze.

"Ah! Jiang Yueming, let me go right now, or I won't be polite!"

Jiang Yueming suddenly noticed the surge of spiritual energy within Zhang Dongyang's body and chuckled, "Zhang Dongyang, haven't you realized that your father's cultivation level is different from yours? Even if we were to compete in spiritual energy, you couldn't beat your father."

"However, the outcome is already decided, so I'll let you go."

After speaking, Jiang Yueming jumped slightly, putting a few steps between herself and Zhang Dongyang, a faint smile still on her lips.

To be honest, he did win somewhat unfairly this time. After all, he is a soldier, and under the same conditions, he could have easily defeated Zhang Dongyang with one hand.

However, it was Zhang Dongyang himself who said he wanted a one-on-one fight, so thinking about it that way made me feel much better.

"You bastard, Jiang Yueming, I'm not letting this go!"

Zhang Dongyang stood up awkwardly, rubbing his aching right arm, a murderous glint in his eyes.

This time he finally came to his senses.

However, he did not choose to use his spiritual energy to continue fighting Jiang Yueming head-on, since their cultivation levels were different and a direct confrontation would not give him any advantage.

But he has connections! Jiang Yueming is just a brat, what connections could he possibly have?

Now he's just waiting for Li Hui to arrive so he can arrest Jiang Yueming and throw him in jail, making him experience the horrors of imprisonment!

"Alright, alright, a bet's a bet. Hand over all your valuables."

Jiang Yueming waved his hand at Zhang Dongyang, his words tinged with impatience.

Zhang Dongyang snorted coldly, pulled out a large wad of Star Origin Coins from his sleeve, and slammed them onto the wooden table, not forgetting to taunt, "You just wait, I'll get all of this back with interest sooner or later!"

Jiang Yueming clearly didn't listen to his harsh words, and only turned around to give Xiao Wu a wink.

"Xiao Wu, go and distribute this money among everyone."

As soon as the words were spoken, a chorus of shocked exclamations erupted from the crowd inside the inn.

"No way! He's going to take a share of our money? Look at that wooden table, there's quite a lot of Star Origin Coins on it."

"Who cares? If there's profit to be made, why not take it?"

"This Young Master Jiang is truly a kind-hearted person."

"..."

Numerous praises rang out in the inn. Ye Mo raised her eyes and watched Xiao Wu's figure as he divided the money, a layer of doubt creeping over her brow.

When did Xiao Wu start listening to Jiang Yueming?

"That's because you personally entertained me; I think he must have assumed I was a distinguished guest."