Chapter 268: Dare to Interfere, and I’ll Grind You Into the Ground Too

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Dare to Interfere, and I’ll Grind You Into the Ground Too

Mu Qingyun shot Ye Feng a glare. "And what if you can? You just got to the Imperial Capital; you have no idea how powerful the Empress is. If she truly gets angry, do you think you’ll be okay?"

"Second Senior Sister, I really can handle it..." Ye Feng said with a smile, but before he could finish his sentence, Mu Qingyun cut him off with a cold voice.

"Shut your mouth. I already told you, the Empress’s power is immense. Why are you still not taking this seriously? Let me tell you, we’ve already contacted Eldest Senior Sister. She’s on her way back right now.

Until she gets back and we can come up with a plan, you are forbidden from provoking the Empress. Do you hear me?"

Seeing the deep worry in Mu Qingyun’s eyes, Ye Feng’s heart warmed, and he quickly nodded. "Alright, I’ll listen to you, Second Senior Sister."

Only then did Mu Qingyun’s expression soften.

Just then, the food and drinks were brought to the table.

Ye Feng took one look and said with a smile, "Wow, these are all my favorite dishes!"

With that, he reached out to grab a piece.

Feng Qingwu, who was beside him, laughingly slapped his hand away. "Go on, go wash your hands. You’re so old now, yet you still have no sense of hygiene."

Ye Feng gave a sheepish laugh, quickly turning to leave for the restroom.

"I need to use the restroom, too!" Ouyang Qiu said, standing up and heading out.

She hadn’t taken two steps when Chen Yun’er’s giggling voice sounded from behind, "Let’s go together! We can take a peek and see if Ye Feng’s is big!"

Ouyang Qiu staggered and nearly fell flat on her face.

From behind, Mu Qingyun pinched Chen Yun’er’s pretty cheek and said with a laugh, "You little rascal, say something like that again and I’ll rip that mouth of yours shut!"

The girls giggled.

Ouyang Qiu, a mix of shy and annoyed, shot Chen Yun’er a glare. "Nothing good ever comes out of a dog’s mouth."

Only then did she turn and leave.

As soon as she entered the hallway, she came face-to-face with a group of people.

They reeked of alcohol and had clearly had a lot to drink.

The young man in the lead was wearing a high-end designer suit, his head held high with an air of unparalleled arrogance. He glanced over at Ouyang Qiu, and his eyes instantly lit up. "Holy shit, what a beauty!"

With that, he took a step forward, blocking Ouyang Qiu’s path. He grinned. "Hey there, beautiful. Let me introduce myself. I’m—"

"Fuck off!" Before the man in the suit could finish, Ouyang Qiu’s face went cold as she snapped at him.

The man in the suit froze for a second, then broke into a laugh. "Well, fuck me. A spicy little thing. I love the ones with a kick."

As he spoke, he reached out to stroke Ouyang Qiu’s cheek.

Ouyang Qiu’s face turned to ice. She snatched the man’s hand, twisted it back, and with a sharp CRACK, his wrist was snapped clean in two. The jagged edge of the bone poked through his skin.

"AGH—!" The man in the suit staggered backward, letting out a blood-curdling scream.

A man in a tracksuit beside him glared at Ouyang Qiu and roared in fury.

"Do you have any idea who he is? This is Zhao Jinlong, Young Master Zhao! How dare you break his wrist! Are you fucking looking to die—?"

Before the man in the tracksuit could finish, Ouyang Qiu sent a vicious backhand across his face.

A crisp SMACK echoed as the man in the tracksuit was sent flying to the ground, where he began coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

"You’re audacious! You must have a death wish!" the man in the suit roared, glaring at Ouyang Qiu.

Just then, Mu Qingyun heard the commotion from inside the room and hurried out. Seeing the scene, she looked at Ouyang Qiu in confusion. "Sister, what’s going on?"

The man in the suit turned to stare at Mu Qingyun and spoke with a sinister tone, "Mu Qingyun. No wonder he’s so arrogant. Yuan Lei must be banking on you to back him up. But let me tell you, in my eyes, you’re nothing!"

"How dare you!" Mu Qingyun exploded in anger, snapping her head up to glare at the man. But she quickly recognized him, and her brow furrowed.

The man in the suit stared at Mu Qingyun and said coldly, "See? I told you you’re nothing. Now do you believe me?

I’ll give you two a way out. Both of you will come and sleep with me. If you satisfy me, we can forget this ever happened. Otherwise, neither of you is leaving here alive."

"You’re courting death!" Ouyang Qiu’s face grew cold, and she was about to strike. But Mu Qingyun quickly stopped her, shaking her head.

"Sister, don’t be rash! We can’t touch him!"

The words were barely out of Mu Qingyun’s mouth when a cold voice sounded from behind her.

"Oh? And what great deity might he be? Let’s just see if *I* can touch him or not!"

As the voice faded, Chen Yun’er walked over.

The man in the suit turned his head to glare at Chen Yun’er and said coldly, "And who the fuck do you think you are—"

Before he could finish, a henchman beside him urgently cried out, "Young Master, that’s Chen Yun’er, the leader of the Dragon Group!"

The man in the suit recognized Chen Yun’er as well. A flash of apprehension crossed his eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. He stared at Chen Yun’er and said coldly,

"Chen Yun’er, leader of the Dragon Group. You certainly have the right to be arrogant. But if you want to go up against my family, we’re not afraid. We have powerful backing now.

Stay out of this, and we’ll be fine. But if you dare to interfere, I’ll wipe the floor with you, too!"

He then pointed at Ouyang Qiu and said coldly, "This bitch dared to break my wrist. Today, she’ll compensate me with her body. If she pleases me, I’ll let this matter drop. Otherwise, I’ll fucking kill her!"

"I’m going to kill you right now." The fearless Ouyang Qiu would never take such an insult lying down. She was about to rush forward and attack the man.

But Chen Yun’er stopped her, shaking her head. Her expression was grave as she said, "Qiu’Er, we can’t touch him..."

Ouyang Qiu was fuming.

But the words were barely out of Chen Yun’er’s mouth when a calm voice sounded from behind Ouyang Qiu.

"What’s he supposed to be? Some kind of monster that can’t be touched?"

As he spoke, Ye Feng walked over, his hands clasped behind his back.

The man in the suit didn’t recognize Ye Feng. Hearing him dare to challenge him, his eyes widened as he roared,

"And what kind of monster are you, daring to act so arrogant in front of me?! Believe it or not, I’ll kill you—"

Before he could finish, Ye Feng shot out a hand, grabbed him by the hair, and slammed his head directly into the nearby wall.

With a sickening THUD, the man in the suit let out another blood-curdling scream.

Ye Feng yanked his head up by the hair and, smiling pleasantly, asked, "You were saying? What kind of monster am I?"

The onlookers saw that the man’s nose had been smashed flat and a bloody gash was torn open on his forehead. Blood streamed down his face—it was a gruesome sight.

Seeing this, a henchman in the back shrieked, "You—! How dare you hit Young Master Zhao! You’re in for it now! You’re in for some serious trouble!"

With that, he whipped out his phone and made a call. As soon as it connected, he screeched into the receiver.

"Master! The Young Master’s been attacked! His face is ruined!"

An furious roar came through the phone. "Haha! Someone dares to lay a hand on my son? They must have a death wish! Tell him to wait right there! Just wait!"

There was an explosive noise from the phone, immediately followed by the beep of a disconnected line.

The henchman glared at Ye Feng, grinding his teeth. "Our Master is on his way. Your luck has just run out! You are so, so screwed!"

Ye Feng just chuckled. "Fine. I’ll wait. I’m curious to see what kind of monster your master is, too!"