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A greasy sound came from the table. Li Yichen's action of pouring tea froze in mid-air, the spout of the purple clay teapot hanging there, the tea dripping.

Chen Fei slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the table, splashing a few drops of crimson wine onto the white tablecloth, staining it with bright red hues.

He didn't even glance at Li Yichen, who was sitting in the main seat, his cloudy eyes fixed on Ji Yanran.

His gaze was like that of a starving dog eyeing fresh meat, relentlessly lingering on her fair collarbone and slender legs.

Then, he looked at the aloof Liu Xue, as well as the youthful and energetic Xue Shanshan and Liu Xiaoyu, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

"Ladies, this isn't a place where just anyone can come in," Chen Fei said, letting out a burp and exhaling a foul smell of alcohol.

He tugged at the tie of his Givenchy suit, revealing a Richard Miller watch worth millions on his wrist, his tone laced with condescending arrogance.

"What's the point of following this poor kid in his tattered jacket? Let's go to my private room instead. Tonight's bill is all on me. After we've eaten and drunk our fill, I'll take you to Lan Kwai Fong for a freebie. You can do whatever you want with him."

The fat henchman immediately came over, bowing and scraping as he chimed in: "Ladies, you don't know yet, do you? Standing in front of you is none other than the famous Young Master Chen of H City! The watch on Young Master Chen's wrist is enough for this poor boy next to you to work for a lifetime."

"For Young Master Chen to come over and offer you a toast is a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes. Why aren't you raising your glasses? Don't push your luck!"

Ji Yanran flipped through the menu in her hand without even lifting her eyelids. As the female CEO who controlled trillions of dollars in Future Technology Group, she usually dealt with top bigwigs like the presidents of the four major banks, Lao Wei, President Lei, and President Ren, and didn't even put foreign heads of state in her eyes.

In her eyes, this street thug, reeking of alcohol, wasn't even a clown.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice devoid of any warmth, uttering a single word crisply and decisively.

"roll."

The word, though small, was like a resounding slap across Chen Fei's face.

Chen Fei's wicked smile froze. He had never suffered such humiliation in H City before.

Especially in front of his followers and female companions, being told to get lost by a woman to his face felt like his face had been trampled into the mud.

"You shameless bitch, you don't know what's good for you!" Chen Fei roared in fury, his face contorted with rage. Fueled by alcohol, he reached out his right hand and grabbed Ji Yanran's arm. "I'll see if you're still so virtuous after you take your clothes off!"

His hand hadn't even touched Ji Yanran's sleeve yet.

Li Yichen placed the purple clay teapot on the table, making a very soft, crisp sound.

Without even getting up, he simply flipped his wrist and slapped her across the face.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary words, only absolute speed and overwhelming power.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound rang out in the second-floor lobby. Chen Fei was like a kite with a broken string; his feet left the ground, and he spun two and a half times in mid-air before flying seven or eight meters away like a tattered sack.

"Snap!"

Chen Fei's body slammed heavily onto the two mahogany dining tables behind him, shattering the solid wood tabletops into pieces. Wood chips flew everywhere, cups, plates, and bowls were broken all over the floor, and scalding soup and water splattered all over him.

He lay in the ruins, half his face swollen high, with five finger marks clearly visible. Before he could even scream, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with more than a dozen broken teeth, his eyes rolling back and him half-conscious.

This sudden turn of events silenced the previously noisy second-floor hall. Everyone stopped eating and turned to look at them.

The loud crash woke Miaomiao, who was sleeping on the soft seat. The little girl opened her eyes groggily and saw the mess on the ground and a stranger with a blood-covered face. She was so frightened that her little mouth trembled and she burst into tears.

"Brother... there are bad people..." Miao Miao opened her two little hands, crying so hard she could barely breathe.

Li Yichen stood up, strode over, and pulled Miao Miao into his arms with one hand, gently patting her back to comfort her.

His voice was very calm, without any fluctuation: "Miaomiao, don't cry. There are no bad people. Your brother was just swatting a noisy big fly."

The fat man's henchman finally snapped out of his shock and was terrified when he saw Chen Fei lying in the ruins, coughing up blood.

"Young Master Chen!" the fat man yelled at the top of his lungs, then turned and pointed at Li Yichen, roaring with a ferocious expression, "You fucking tired of living! You dare to hit Young Master Chen! Cripple him!"

The four burly men who looked like bodyguards following behind the fat man immediately roared and rushed forward. These men were big and strong, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, clearly indicating that they often helped Chen Fei with this kind of dirty work of bullying others.

Li Yichen stood still, his left hand still firmly holding Miaomiao, who was still sobbing, while his right hand hung casually at his side.

A burly man with a buzz cut, who was at the forefront, swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, straight at Li Yichen's face.

Without even looking, Li Yichen's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the burly man's wrist. He applied slight pressure with his five fingers.

"Click!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out. The burly man with the buzz cut twisted his thick forearm into an unnatural angle. Before he could even scream, Li Yichen raised his leg and kicked him squarely in the abdomen.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall. He didn't even utter a sound before passing out on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, a second bodyguard pounced from the side, grabbing a solid wood chair in his hand.

Li Yichen dodged the falling chair, his right hand transforming into a knife, slicing into the man's carotid artery. The man's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Seeing the situation was bad, the third and fourth bodyguards tried to turn and run. Li Yichen took a step forward and swept a whip kick across the side of the third man's knee. With a "crack," the knee joint shattered.

He then delivered a backhand elbow strike, slamming it heavily into the fourth man's chest, the sound of several ribs breaking clearly audible.

It took no more than ten seconds.

The four burly men, as fierce as wolves and tigers, were all lying on the ground howling and rolling around, unable to even get up.

The fat henchman stood there trembling, holding an empty wine bottle. He looked at his companions lying on the ground with broken arms and legs, and a suspicious wet stain seeped from his crotch, dripping onto the wooden floor.

Li Yichen glanced at him, and the fat man's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, smashing the wine bottle in his hand to pieces.

The entire second-floor lobby was deathly quiet.

The surrounding diners were so frightened that they stood up and retreated as fast as they could, creating a large vacuum around Li Yichen.

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses recognized Chen Fei lying in the ruins. He gasped and whispered to his companion.

"Oh no, this young man probably won't be leaving H City today!"

"What happened? Who's that young man who got beaten up? He looks pretty arrogant," his companion asked, puzzled.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling: "That's Colonel Chen's only son from the Provincial Military Region! Chen Fei! He's a big shot in H City, everyone avoids him."

Last time, a wealthy businessman from out of town offended Young Master Chen, and the next day his leg was broken and he was thrown out of H City, not daring to utter a sound. This young man is so ruthless; the Chen family will definitely not let him off the hook.

That's a senior colonel in the military, in charge of a special operations brigade! Now he's going to lose his life!

Upon hearing this, the surrounding diners all changed their expressions, looking at Li Yichen with pity and sympathy, as if they were looking at a dead man.

In their eyes, offending the son of a military colonel was tantamount to shooting the sky in the foot. This matter could not possibly be resolved peacefully.

The restaurant manager, drenched in sweat, ran up from downstairs. Seeing the mess on the floor and Chen Fei lying in a pool of blood, he nearly fainted on the spot. He scrambled to Li Yichen's side, stamping his feet in desperation.

"Oh dear, sir, you've made a huge mistake!" The manager slapped his thigh in panic. "You hit Young Master Chen! His father is a high-ranking officer in the provincial military region! You'd better take your family and leave right now, through the back door of the kitchen! It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

Despite the manager's urging and the stares of those around him as if he were a dead man, Li Yichen's expression remained unchanged.

He slowly pulled a wet wipe from the cardboard box on the table, carefully wiped each finger of his right hand, and then threw the dirty wipe into the trash can next to him.

He held Miaomiao in one arm, turned to look at the anxious restaurant manager, and pointed to a relatively clean empty table next to him.

"This table is dirty, please get a different table." Li Yichen said in a calm tone, as if he had just casually swatted a few bugs to death.

"Go check with the kitchen while you're at it. Why hasn't the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish I ordered arrived yet? My girlfriends are getting hungry."

The manager stared, mouth agape, for a long time before he came to his senses.

He thought this young man in front of him must be crazy. He'd beaten up Colonel Chen's son—the sky was falling—and he was still thinking about eating squirrel-shaped mandarin fish?

Ji Yanran stuffed the tablet into her bag, stood up, and pulled Liu Xue and Xue Shanshan towards the clean, empty table. A colonel's son daring to put on airs in front of them was utterly ridiculous.

"What bad luck! We came out to have a nice meal, and we ran into this fly." Liu Xiaoyu pouted, pulled out a chair and sat down. "The squirrel-shaped mandarin fish won't taste good if it gets cold."

Ji Yanran wiped the table in front of her with a tissue, looked up at Li Yichen, and asked softly, "Should I call Liu Guoliang? He's from the provincial military region; he'll handle things more quickly."

"No need." Li Yichen sat down in the main seat, settled Miaomiao in the chair next to him, and picked up the teapot to pour himself another cup of tea.

"It's just a meal, it's not worth bothering Brother Liu. If his father, a colonel, is reasonable, then so be it. But if he's unreasonable, I don't mind teaching him a lesson."

To the surrounding diners, this conversation sounded like gibberish.

Who exactly are these people? They beat up a colonel's son, and instead of running away, they said they'd teach his father a lesson?

Chen Fei, amidst the ruins, finally caught his breath.

His face was covered in blood, and he lay limp among the shards of wood and glass like a dead dog. Trembling, he pulled a phone with a cracked screen from his pocket and dialed a number with trembling fingers.

As soon as the call connected, Chen Fei began to howl at the top of his lungs, his voice as shrill as if he were slaughtering a pig.

"Dad! Bring men to Wangjiang Tower! Bring men now! Your son has been beaten to a pulp!!!"