My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The black Bentley slowly drove along the driveway to the front of the Su Group's gate.

The gleaming emblem shone so brightly in the midday sun that it was almost blinding, and the paint alone exuded an air of unapproachable nobility.

Zhao Zhenyu practically launched himself forward.

Halfway there, he didn't forget to smooth his slicked-back hair in front of the car window and straighten the hem of his custom-made suit. His eager and obsequious manner was even more enthusiastic than when he was welcoming his grandfather.

"Everyone, perk up!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs without turning his head, his chin practically pointing to the sky.

"Uncle Wang and my dad are brothers who would risk their lives for each other."

"You only came here today because of me, Zhao Zhenyu! So, keep your mouth shut and smile more, don't embarrass me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his face sharply, his previously smug expression instantly turning into a mocking one.

Pointing at Ye Xunhuan not far away, he shouted sternly:

"Security! Where are you all?! Can't you see this good-for-nothing freeloader who snuck in here?"

"Throw this trash out right now! Don't let it dirty Director Wang's eyes!"

Su Zhenhai was the first to jump out and agree, pointing at Ye Xunhuan's nose and spitting everywhere.

"Did you hear that?! Young Master Zhao has spoken!"

"Ye Xunhuan, are you going to leave on your own, or do we have to physically take you away?"

"Let me tell you, with President Wang here in person today, your tricks and swindles won't work!"

Lin Wanrong crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and said in a high-pitched, sarcastic voice:

"Exactly, exactly! She should take a piss and look at herself in the mirror to see what kind of person she is. How dare she try to steal a woman from Young Master Zhao?"

"Our Su family was able to overcome this crisis entirely thanks to Young Master Zhao's efforts. Do you even deserve to stand here and bask in his glory?"

Su Jiaming, young and impetuous, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, swinging his right hand to shove Ye Xunhuan's shoulder while cursing under his breath.

"Stop talking nonsense! Just throw them out and that's it!"

"If you dare to stay here and freeload, I'll break your legs!"

The whole family was filled with righteous indignation, as if Ye Xunhuan had committed some heinous crime.

Ye Xunhuan, with an orange-flavored lollipop in his mouth, slightly shifted his body to the side and hooked his toe. Su Jiaming's all-out push missed completely, causing him to lose his balance and stumble forward several steps before falling face-first into the mud.

"Feed?" Ye Xunhuan laughed heartily, his shoulders shrugging as he tilted his head to look at Su Jiaming, a roguish smile playing on his lips.

"You're such a big person, and you can't even walk steadily? Be careful not to fall and hurt yourself."

"He already had a donkey-like face, and now that he's disfigured, he'll have even less of a chance to find a wife."

"You fucking tricked me!" Su Jiaming fell face-first into the mud, his face turning as red as a pig's liver.

"Roar, roar, roar...??!" Ye Xunhuan found it increasingly amusing to tease the Su family's idiots.

"Ye Xunhuan, you just wait! When Bank Manager Wang arrives, we'll see how you die!"

"I'll make you crawl out the door on your knees!"

"Is that so?" Ye Xunhuan chuckled, leaning back lazily against the cold marble doorpost, his hands in his pockets.

"I'd like to see who ends up crawling out on their knees."

"Is it you, or your arrogant Young Master Zhao?"

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Zhenyu seemed to have heard the funniest joke of his life, pointing at Ye Xunhuan and laughing so hard he almost cried.

"Make me kneel down? Ha, make me kneel down?"

"Who do you think you are, to make me kneel?"

"Ye Xunhuan, I think you've gone mad from poverty, your brain has been ruined by hunger!"

Su Manni covered her mouth and giggled, her shoulders swaying, her eyes full of disdain and mockery.

"That's hilarious! They really think they're something special?"

"Wait until President Wang arrives, then let's see how you handle this."

"By then, don't even talk about begging on your knees; even if you kowtow until your head bleeds, it won't do you any good!"

"That's right, that's right. A poor kid who doesn't even have a proper job dares to challenge Young Master Zhao. He's really courting death."

"I think he's just throwing caution to the wind and trying to show off one last time."

"He'll be crying later."

The Su family members chimed in with their mockery, looking at Ye Xunhuan as if he were a clown.

Su Qingyuan stood at the front of the crowd, her brows furrowed tightly.

Looking at Ye Xunhuan's nonchalant attitude, as if nothing could happen even if the sky fell, her inexplicable premonition grew stronger and stronger.

She wanted to say something for Ye Xunhuan, but when she turned her head and saw her father Su Zhenbang's serious face, she swallowed the words back.

Ye Xunhuan's gaze swept over her, and seeing her tightly pursed lips and looking troubled, the smile on his lips faded slightly.

They dared to use his mockery to suppress his wife, Qingyuan.

That's not something you can just tease them for fun.

He looked up at Zhao Zhenyu, his tone still languid, "Just now upstairs, you reached out to pull her, remember?"

Zhao Zhenyu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and deliberately puffed out his chest, looking smug.

"What? You're not convinced?"

"Qingyuan, she'll be my woman sooner or later, Zhao Zhenyu's woman. What's wrong with me holding her hand?"

"And I'm also telling you, I not only want to hold your hand, but I also want to..."

"Shut your stinking mouth."

The few words, spoken lightly by Ye Xunhuan, were like a sharp sword, piercing Zhao Zhenyu's ear.

Ye Xunhuan raised his eyes, his gaze devoid of any smile, dark and deep, like a bottomless, icy pool.

The oppressive aura that suddenly emanated from him sent a chill down Zhao Zhenyu's spine, and the crude words he was about to utter were stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless.

But he realized it in just one second.

How could I be scared by a poor loser?

His face immediately darkened, and he was about to lash out when a loud "slap" was heard.

Ye Xunhuan raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

He knocked out two of Zhao Zhenyu's front teeth, spun him around three times, and then, with a "smack," landed face-first in the mud.

"What?! You...you...you fucking—??"

Zhao Zhenyu pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose and cursed, "You fucking dare to hit me?"

"It's not just hitting you!"

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"...

Ye Xunhuan raised his hand and slapped Zhao Zhenyu across the face several times in a row, turning him into a spinning top.

Then, with another kick, he was sent sprawling face-first into the mud.

"Alright, consider this a small punishment for your disrespect towards my wife."

"If there's a next time, I'll chop off whichever hand touches my wife."

Ye Xunhuan had a good time, but in the eyes of the Su family, Ye Xunhuan was synonymous with "you can't die without courting death."

At this critical juncture when President Wang is coming, to beat up Zhao Zhenyu, who invited President Wang over, isn't that just asking for trouble?

This time, they not only offended the Zhao family, one of the three major families in Jiangcheng, but also the Su family.

From then on, it was harder than climbing to heaven for Ye Xunhuan to gain a foothold in the Su family.

"Fine, fine, you dare hit me?" Zhao Zhenyu, his mouth and face covered in blood, pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose and roared:

"Wait a minute, Bank Manager Wang is coming over. I want to talk to him about the 5 billion you Su family were planning to lend. You Su family can forget about it."