Chapter 29

Scarface slapped Ye Fengyun’s face, then pinched it a few times. “You’re so ugly—was your mother daydreaming when she gave birth to you?”

Ye Fengyun frowned but still ignored him.

“I’m talking to you!” Scarface was thoroughly enraged. In front of all his men, this ugly freak dared to ignore him?

He immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready for a fight, and grabbed Ye Fengyun’s shoulder.

Ye Fengyun said coldly, “If you don’t let me go within three seconds, I guarantee you’ll regret it.”

“Oh? You’re threatening me now?” Scarface laughed.

“Three.”

“Two, one! I’ll help you count. So what? Gonna hit me?” As Scarface finished, he swung a hand toward Ye Fengyun’s face—only to have it caught in midair.

Old Yun, nervously watching the two, tensed.

Ye Fengyun flung Scarface’s hand aside. Off balance, Scarface staggered back several steps.

“Brother Scar, are you alright?”

His men rushed to steady him.

Scarface was unharmed, but his pride was bruised.

“Do I need your help?” he barked, furious, then charged at Ye Fengyun once more.

At that moment, a voice rang out from within the mansion—deep and commanding, brooking no defiance.

“What’s going on here?”

Scarface froze instantly. His men snapped to attention, bowing in unison. “Brother Tiger!”

Ye Fengyun looked up toward the mansion. A man in a luxurious robe stepped out, sunglasses on, idly rolling two top-grade fitness balls in his hand. An aura of silent menace clung to him, and at his side was a woman dressed in a sheer black cheongsam.

Old Yun leaned close to Ye Fengyun and whispered, “That’s Li Hu—the king of the southern city’s underworld. Don’t say anything reckless in front of him.”

With his warning given, Old Yun approached Li Hu and explained the reason for their visit.

Li Hu nodded, playing with the fitness balls as he sized up Ye Fengyun. He’d seen everything on the surveillance cameras just now. This youth, plain as he looked, had faced the incident with calm composure—neither servile nor overbearing. With proper guidance, such a young man could one day become a formidable figure in his own right.

Moreover, Li Hu could tell Ye Fengyun was a martial artist; the steadiness of his stance and the calm energy he projected made it clear.

“Old Yun,” Li Hu said, “I owe you my life, and by rights I should grant any favor you ask. But the jade pendant is a family heirloom—I’m afraid I can’t give it to you.”

This was no surprise to Old Yun, though he was still helplessly disappointed.

Ye Fengyun, however, said nothing. He walked silently toward Li Hu.

Scarface grabbed his shoulder again. “Who said you could come forward?”

Ye Fengyun didn’t answer. With a shake of his shoulder, a surge of inner force sent Scarface stumbling back several steps.

The powerful burst of energy rippled out from Ye Fengyun like a wave spreading across the sea, forcing those nearby to retreat. Li Hu’s expression tightened, but he remained steady as a mountain.

Yet the skill Ye Fengyun displayed intrigued Li Hu greatly.

He narrowed his eyes, the look he gave Ye Fengyun growing more thoughtful.

Ye Fengyun approached Li Hu. Li Hu’s bodyguards moved in to block him, but Li Hu waved them off.

The bodyguards stepped back.

Ye Fengyun leaned in and whispered a few words in Li Hu’s ear.

Li Hu’s eyes widened in shock. He stared at Ye Fengyun, utterly astonished.