After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone directly onto the lawn of the Royal Horse Ranch in the western suburbs.

"court death!"

Ye Shaoqing laughed in anger, the veins on his neck bulging. He was a ruthless character who had won the provincial Sanda championship. He grew up in a military compound and all his skills were learned from retired special forces soldiers, and he was skilled in real combat techniques.

He stomped his right foot hard on the ground, sending the grass flying, and charged forward with a violent gust of wind.

With a feinting left hand, he clenched his right fist, the size of a sand bowl, and aimed straight for Zhu Xunchuan's temple with a whooshing sound. If this hit, he would suffer a severe concussion on the spot.

The second-generation rich kids on the observation deck let out a burst of excited whistles. Fatty Xu, huddled on the sofa, was already preparing to pull out his phone to call an ambulance.

The two mixed-race models, dressed in tight-fitting bodycon dresses, were so excited that their snow-white thighs trembled, their eyes shining as they waited to see this arrogant pretty boy get rubbed into the ground by Young Master Ye.

Zhu Xunchuan didn't move.

Thanks to the modifications made by the basic physical enhancement drugs, his muscle fibers and nerve reaction speed have long surpassed the limits of normal humans.

Ye Shaoqing's proud attack speed was so slow that it was full of openings in Zhu Xunchuan's eyes.

A punch grazed his face.

Just as the punch was about to land, Zhu Xun Chuan slid half a step to the side and back with his left foot, turning his body to the side in an extremely small way.

Ye Shaoqing's heavy punch grazed past the tip of his nose and slammed into the air.

"What?" Ye Shaoqing's pupils shrank suddenly, his old strength exhausted and no new strength generated.

Zhu Xun Chuan gave him no chance to catch his breath. His right hand shot out with lightning speed, accurately gripping Ye Shaoqing's wrist. His thumb pressed firmly against the pulse point, then flipped and bent it downwards.

The bones emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Ye Shaoqing groaned, his entire right arm instantly losing all strength. Zhu Xunchuan's left hand transformed into a palm, lightly pressing down on Ye Shaoqing's shoulder blade.

Use someone else's strength against them.

"Bang!"

Standing at 1.85 meters tall and muscular, Young Master Ye was pinned face down on the grass by Zhu Xun Chuan before he could even use his second move. A bloody mark appeared on his cheek as he scraped it against the dirt.

The noise from the entire observation deck abruptly stopped.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Fatty Xu's cigar, which he had been holding between his fingers, fell onto his crotch, burning a large hole, but he didn't dare make a sound. The smiles on the two mixed-race models' faces froze; they couldn't believe their eyes.

"A Sanda champion? With that kind of strength, he probably can't even get into a woman's bed at night." Zhu Xun Chuan pressed one knee against Ye Shao Qing's lower back, his tone extremely mocking. "The Meng family doesn't want a spineless wimp when choosing a son-in-law."

Ye Shaoqing's face flushed crimson, his mouth full of grass clippings. He had never suffered such a humiliation in his life. A profound sense of injustice instantly overwhelmed his remaining rationality.

"Let me go!" Ye Shaoqing struggled frantically, only to find that the hand pressing down on him was incredibly heavy.

Zhu Xun Chuan released his grip, straightened up, and even casually flicked the dust off his suit trousers.

Ye Shaoqing scrambled to his feet, clutching his nearly dislocated right arm, his eyes bloodshot. He took two steps back and roared at the surrounding area, "What are you all standing there for! Get him! If you don't break his leg today, you're all fired!"

The master has spoken.

The fully armed bodyguards in black on the outer perimeter dared not be negligent. These dozen or so men were all highly skilled individuals hired by the Ye family at great expense, responsible for guarding the premises, and all possessed genuine martial arts abilities.

A dozen burly men drew their batons from their waists and surrounded Zhu Xunchuan in a fan shape.

Zhu Xun Chuan sighed and slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket.

"A group fight, huh? Fine."

He twisted his neck, and his joints cracked.

The next second, Zhu Xunchuan took the initiative to go to meet him.

There are no fancy moves, only extreme violent aesthetics.

A bodyguard swung a baton at the back of his head. Zhu Xun Chuan didn't even turn his head, instead delivering a precise elbow strike to the man's throat. The man instantly rolled his eyes back and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately after, he ducked to avoid the sweeping kick, and then delivered a powerful kick to the chest of another bodyguard. The 180-pound man was sent flying three meters away, crashing into a glass coffee table.

Zhu Xun Chuan moved through the crowd with a leisurely pace. Every punch and kick carried an explosive force that could destroy everything in its path.

Elbow dislocation, leg breakage, chokehold.

He held back; he didn't kill them, but he was sure these people would be bedridden for at least six months.

Less than three minutes.

The vast lawn was littered with bodyguards in black. Batons lay scattered on the ground, and only the painful howls and groans of broken bones echoed in the air above the racecourse.

The wind blew through the stray hairs on Zhu Xunchuan's forehead.

He didn't even lose his breathing rhythm. Standing in the middle of the mess, he took out the special-supply cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one again.

The entire room fell silent.

Those usually arrogant second-generation rich kids from Shanghai were now trembling with fear. Some of the more timid ones had even started to quietly back away.

This isn't just a gigolo living off a woman; he's practically a human Tyrannosaurus Rex!

Ye Shaoqing stood there, clutching his chest, his eyes fixed on Zhu Xunchuan.

Looking at this man whose hair hadn't been messed up at all from head to toe, his pride and self-awareness were completely shattered.

In Ye Shaoqing's worldview, there aren't that many twists and turns.

Whoever has the strongest fist is the one who holds the truth.

His eyes changed. From initial arrogance and extreme humiliation, they quickly transformed into an uncontrollable fanaticism and worship.

Zhu Xun Chuan exhaled a smoke ring, walked to the coffee table, picked up the Patek Philippe Nautilus worth twelve million, and put it back on his wrist.

"Want to continue?" Zhu Xun Chuan glanced at Ye Shao Qing.

Ye Shaoqing took a deep breath.

Under the incredulous, even horrified gazes of everyone.

This dignified young master of the Ye family, a top-tier heir who could walk sideways in Shanghai, suddenly took two steps forward.

"thump!"

Ye Shaoqing bent his knees and knelt firmly in front of Zhu Xunchuan.

Two holes were smashed into the lawn.

He raised his defiant face, which, instead of showing any hatred, was filled with a fanatical light.

"Master, please accept my bow!"

Ye Shaoqing roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing throughout the entire horse farm, "Sister Meng, I don't want you anymore! Women are like clothes, nothing is more important than learning real skills! From now on, you are both my master and my brother-in-law! In this area of ​​Shanghai, if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I, Ye Shaoqing, will wipe out their entire family first!"

This shout completely stunned everyone on the observation deck.

Fatty Xu's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

So this is a betrayal?

Just a moment ago they were fighting tooth and nail over a woman, and now they're acknowledging each other as fathers?

Zhu Xun Chuan paused, his hand holding the cigarette still.

He had imagined that Ye Shaoqing would clamor for revenge, use his family's influence to exert pressure, or even call the police.

But what he didn't expect was that this guy was a pure martial arts fanatic and a severe admirer of strength.

The brain circuitry is so unique that it's astonishing.