Chapter 43: Spare His Life, but I Want His 2 Arms

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Spare His Life, but I Want His 2 Arms

The words had barely left his mouth when Ye Feng suddenly appeared beside him, grabbed him by the hair, and slammed his face down onto the adjacent dining table.

With a loud CRASH, the dining table overturned. The cups, plates, and bowls on it CRASHED to the floor, leaving a complete mess.

Meng Jun’s nose was smashed in, and a gash was torn open on his forehead, blood streaming down his face.

Ye Feng pulled Meng Jun’s head up, looked at him, and asked calmly, "Feeling good now?"

Meng Jun stared at Ye Feng, a sinister sneer spreading across his face. "You piece of trash, you’ve got some nerve, actually daring to hit me. Go on, touch me again. I dare you."

The words had barely left his mouth when Ye Feng, still gripping his hair, slammed his head into the wall.

With a sickening CRUNCH, Meng Jun let out a blood-curdling scream. His face was a mangled ruin, covered in blood.

Ye Feng looked at Meng Jun and said nonchalantly, "I tried. So what?"

Meng Jun stared at Ye Feng and shrieked, "You bastard! If you’ve got the balls, then kill me! If I make it out of here alive today, I’m not just going to kill you, I’ll kill your whole damn family..."

The words had barely left his mouth when Ye Feng’s right knee shot up, smashing squarely between his legs.

With two sickening pops, Meng Jun let out an inhuman shriek, his body curling into a ball like a prawn.

Clearly, his manhood had been destroyed.

Staring at the incessantly screaming Meng Jun, Ye Feng said calmly, "She and I are husband and wife, in name at least. That makes her my person. And if you touch my person, you’re courting death!"

With that, he grabbed Meng Jun’s hair again, preparing to smash his head against the wall.

Hearing Ye Feng’s words, a warmth spread through Xiao Yufei’s chest. ’He does care about me!’

Seeing Meng Jun get his due gave Xiao Yufei a great sense of relief. But when she saw Ye Feng about to smash his head against the wall again, she panicked. ’If he does that, his brains will be splattered everywhere!’

She looked at Ye Feng and cried out urgently, "Ye Feng, stop! If you kill him, there will be trouble."

Only then did Ye Feng toss Meng Jun to the floor. He turned, walked over to Xiao Yufei, and lifted her into his arms, striding straight outside. In that moment, Xiao Yufei felt a sense of security she had never experienced before.

Once outside, Ye Feng placed Xiao Yufei in the car, then took out his phone and called Cui Biao. "Get to the Drunken Immortal Inn, private room number seven. I need you to clean up some trash for me..."

He briefly explained what had happened. Cui Biao flew into a rage. "He dared to make a move on the boss’s wife? The fucker must have a death wish.

Don’t worry, Boss. You’ll be getting news that I’ve sunk the bastard in the river soon enough!"

Ye Feng hung up, turned, and opened the car door, intending to move Xiao Yufei into a more comfortable position. But the drug in her system had completely taken hold, and her mind was in a daze.

She felt a searing heat course through her body. In that moment, all she wanted was release—to lose herself with a man!

So when Ye Feng held her, she unexpectedly pushed herself up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body tightly against his. She began planting kisses all over his face, panting heavily as she cried out:

"Give it to me... I want it!"

’Holy shit!’ Under the drug’s influence, Xiao Yufei’s already stunning face, as delicate as a flower, now held a rosy, translucent flush that was utterly irresistible.

Her clothes had been pushed aside in the struggle, revealing a large expanse of pale skin on her chest. From his angle, Ye Feng had a clear view of the alluring scenery beneath.

Feeling the heat radiating from her body and the intoxicating pressure of her breasts against him, seeing that alluring view, inhaling her sweet, orchid-like scent, and feeling the warmth of her breath on his skin... Ye Feng instantly felt himself about to lose control.

’Is this how you test a man’s self-control? Let me tell you, this veteran can’t handle a test like this.’

Ye Feng muttered to himself, his hands about to scale those twin peaks. But a moment later, he shook his head and pulled them back, murmuring:

’No. I have to save my most precious gift for the girl I love most. How can I just give it away to someone else? Xiao Yufei, I’m telling you, I am someone you can never have.’

With that, he took a needle pouch from his pocket, plucked out several silver needles, and inserted them into Xiao Yufei’s major acupoints, channeling a stream of pure Inner Strength into her body.

Xiao Yufei collapsed limply onto the car seat, drenched in sweat, and soon fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his own forehead, positioned Xiao Yufei comfortably, then closed her door, got behind the wheel, and drove toward the Xiao family home.

Half an hour later, Ye Feng arrived in front of the Xiao family home and stopped the car.

Just then, Cui Biao called. Ye Feng answered and asked casually, "That piece of human trash, have you dealt with him yet?"

Cui Biao’s voice was grim on the other end. "Boss, this Meng Jun... he’s proving to be a problem."

"Hm? What do you mean?" Ye Feng frowned slightly. "Tell me. What’s so difficult about dealing with him?"

"Boss, Meng Jun himself is nothing special," Cui Biao said with a sigh, "but his brother-in-law is with the Martial Arts Association. If we take care of Meng Jun, his brother-in-law will definitely not let it slide!"

Ye Feng let out a dry laugh. "The Martial Arts Association, huh? And are they supposed to be a big deal?"

Cui Biao’s tone was grave. "Boss, the Martial Arts Association is a very big deal. It’s a nationwide organization. They don’t just have a presence in Jiangcheng; they have Chapters all over the country.

All the members of the Martial Arts Association are highly skilled Martial Artists. In any given city, they are the local overlords.

I’m a cultivator too—a Martial Artist—but I’m only at the rank of Martial Master. The path of martial arts is divided into Martial Master, Great Martial Master, Grandmaster, Martial Saint, Martial Venerable, Martial Emperor, and even more terrifying levels beyond that.

So even though I’m a Martial Master, I’m at the very bottom of the ladder in the martial world.

But the Martial Arts Association is packed with experts. There are plenty of Great Martial Masters and Grandmasters, and even Martial Saints, Martial Venerables, and Martial Emperors. People might call me the underground emperor of Yun City, but in front of them, I’m less than nothing!

I can throw my weight around in other places, but in front of the Martial Arts Association, I’m nothing!"

Ye Feng frowned. "Don’t forget you’re a member of the Dragon King Pavilion. Is the Dragon King Pavilion really that spineless in the face of the Martial Arts Association?"

Cui Biao sighed. "Ever since the Elder Pavilion Master went into seclusion, the Dragon King Pavilion’s power has waned significantly.

On top of that, the Martial Arts Association has been constantly ostracizing and suppressing us. The Dragon King Pavilion is being pushed to the brink of suffocation and can’t fight back at all. It’s gotten to the point where even us subordinates don’t have the confidence to stand our ground."

Ye Feng’s voice turned cold. "To think that my Second Master founded the Dragon King Pavilion... how glorious it was in its day. For it to be bullied to this extent now... this is outrageous!

Now that I’m back, I will not allow this situation to continue. As for that piece of trash... let him live. But I’m taking both of his arms!

I’m going to make them understand that no one gets to bully Ye Feng’s people. Anyone who dares will pay a heavy price!"

Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Cui Biao laughed with excitement. "Yes, Boss! I’m on it right away!

Boss, I have a feeling the Dragon King Pavilion’s time to shine is just around the corner! Haha..."

Ye Feng hung up the phone, reached over, and scooped up Xiao Yufei, carrying her toward the house.