Chapter 252: Ye Feng, You’re Mine Now, You Can’t Escape

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: Ye Feng, You’re Mine Now, You Can’t Escape

Qin Nuannuan could clearly smell a hint of jealousy. She looked at Ye Feng and giggled. "Silly, I bought this just for you!"

Ye Feng froze for a moment before it dawned on him. He blushed and said awkwardly, "How did you know I’d come here to change?"

Qin Nuannuan gave a dazzling smile and said, "I’m your woman. You were bound to spend the night here sooner or later. How could I not have clothes ready for you?"

With that, she walked over to Ye Feng and directly unbuttoned his suit jacket. Then she looked up, tilting her head at him, and said with a mischievous grin:

"Tell me, were you jealous just now?"

"AHEM, AHEM..." Looking at Qin Nuannuan’s bewitching expression, Ye Feng’s face flushed red, and he couldn’t help but cough violently.

The next moment, Qin Nuannuan pulled off Ye Feng’s shirt. Seeing his chiseled, muscular chest, her heart began to race. She threw her arms around him, pressing her beautiful face against his chest and murmuring:

"Darling... I’m ready. Come on..."

With that, her slender, jade-like hands slid right inside his pants and bravely took hold of him.

"HSSS..." Ye Feng sucked in a sharp breath. He looked at Qin Nuannuan’s stunningly beautiful face, felt the scorching heat of her body, smelled her intoxicating scent, and felt her bold assault. Ye Feng’s defenses instantly crumbled. He felt a raging fire ignite throughout his entire body!

He suddenly wrapped his arm around Qin Nuannuan’s slender waist, ready to carry her to the large bed nearby.

But the next moment, his phone began to ring insistently. Ye Feng snapped back to his senses. He released Qin Nuannuan, picked up the phone, and answered. Ouyang Nan’s resonant, powerful voice came through:

"Young Pavilion Master, the men have been assembled. I am leading them to the Martial Arts Association now!"

Ye Feng nodded calmly. "Good. I’m on my way."

With that, he grabbed his clothes and started pulling them on.

Qin Nuannuan came up and wrapped her arms around his back, her eyes full of seduction as she spoke:

"Be a good boy. Stay a little longer... It’ll be quick!"

Ye Feng whipped his head around to look at Qin Nuannuan, his eyes wide. "What do you mean, ’quick’?! Are you insulting me? Let me tell you, when I go into battle, I don’t retreat my troops for at least two hours!"

Hearing Ye Feng’s suggestive words, Qin Nuannuan’s eyes widened. "I don’t believe you. Why don’t you show me?"

Ye Feng laughed heartily. "Not today. I have real business to take care of!"

"Then I’ll be waiting! You’re a coward if you don’t show up!" Qin Nuannuan shouted urgently at his retreating back.

Ye Feng, who had already reached the door, stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face. Seeing his flustered state, Qin Nuannuan giggled.

Watching his back, a smile played on Qin Nuannuan’s lips. ’Ye Feng, you’re mine now. You can’t escape!’

...

Ye Feng left the Hundred Flowers Building, got in his car, and sped off toward the Martial Arts Association.

...

「Meanwhile, in the center of the Imperial Capital, at a luxurious manor.」

The manor covered an area of over thirty acres. At the front stood a tall, imposing gatehouse. On the lintel above the gate, three large, gilded words were written in a flamboyant, cursive script:

Martial Arts Association!

This was the headquarters of the Imperial Capital’s Martial Arts Association.

It was already nine o’clock at night. The normally bustling area in front of the Martial Arts Association had quieted down. Only a few guards stood around, chatting lazily. A couple of them were even dozing off, clearly lacking any energy.

It wasn’t that they were slacking off; it was just that their presence here was purely for show.

Who in the Great Xia Empire would be foolish enough to cause trouble at the number one ranked Martial Arts Association? Only someone with a death wish.

But right at that moment, the roar of motorcycle engines echoed from the distance.

A heavyset guard glanced at the approaching vehicles before immediately looking away.

He was sure they were just passing by and had nothing to do with the association. But a moment later, he was surprised to hear the roar of the engines growing louder and closer.

The heavyset guard turned around in confusion, and his eyes went wide.

The motorcycles came roaring up, screeching to a halt right in front of the Martial Arts Association’s main gate.

The heavyset guard’s eyes bulged. He grabbed his machete, strode directly to the front of the line of cars, and tapped the hood of the lead Maybach with his weapon. He spoke with brazen arrogance:

"Do you have any fucking idea where you are? This is the Martial Arts Association! No parking in front of the gate, don’t you fucking know that? Get lost, now! Or I’ll smash your piece of shit car to pieces."

He had barely finished speaking when the Maybach’s door opened. A large, bald man stepped out. He looked at the heavyset guard and chuckled. "Smash my car? Why don’t you give it a try?"

The man was none other than the emperor of the Imperial Capital’s underworld, Ma Hui.

As soon as Ma Hui stepped out, the doors of the cars behind him opened. A crowd of men in black suits poured out, their machetes glinting coldly under the lights. A bone-chilling killing intent instantly surged into the air.

But the heavyset guard didn’t even glance at the other men. He stared at Ma Hui, his expression turning cold. "Well, if it isn’t you, you damn bald bastard. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to cause trouble at the Martial Arts Association?"

"Listen up, bald-ass. Don’t think you’re hot shit just because people call you Master Qi. Let me tell you, in front of my Martial Arts Association, you’re less than nothing!"

"What did you say just now? ’Give it a try?’ Fine, I’ll smash it right in front of you! Let’s see what the hell you can do to me!"

With that, he raised his machete and brought it down violently toward the car’s front hood.

But before the machete could connect with the car, Ma Hui suddenly lashed out with a flying kick, striking the heavyset guard squarely in the abdomen.

The guard was sent flying backward, slamming hard onto the ground. He coughed, and a spray of blood erupted from his mouth.

Ma Hui looked down at the guard and chuckled. "How’s that for a try?"

Seeing this, the other guards exploded with fury. "You fucking bald bastard! You dare cause trouble at the Martial Arts Association’s gate?! You’re dead! Brothers, grab your weapons! Kill him!"

A dozen or so guards grabbed their weapons and charged toward Ma Hui.

At that moment, the men behind Ma Hui brandished their machetes and roared, "Goddammit! You think you can touch our boss? Not on our watch!"

"Attack! Get ’em!"

"Get ’em!"

The several hundred men behind them charged forward, machetes in hand.

The Martial Arts Association guards never expected it. These ants, who usually wouldn’t even dare to make eye contact with them, were suddenly fighting like they were on steroids. The guards were stunned for a moment, and in that brief hesitation, Ma Hui’s men had already cut down five or six of them.

A skinny guard in the back shrieked, "It’s fucking Bald Ma! He’s brought men to attack us! Quick, report it! Report it!"

With that, he turned and ran into the association’s compound.

Seeing this, a surge of bravado filled Ma Hui. "So the fucking Martial Arts Association isn’t so invincible after all! And their heads aren’t made of iron, either."

With that, he waved his hand and roared, "Brothers, forward! Raze the Martial Arts Association to the ground! Raze it!"

Then, he led his men in a charge straight into the Martial Arts Association’s compound.