Chapter 64: Taking It Too Far

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Taking It Too Far

"What the fuck? Does this guy have a death wish, speeding in front of the Martial Association’s gate? I’m gonna fucking kill him."

The man with the crew cut grabbed a steel pipe and rushed out, roaring at the car, "Stop the fucking car right now, or I’ll smash it to bits..."

The words had barely left his mouth when the car came roaring toward him.

"Holy shit!" The crew-cut man screamed in terror, scrambling and rolling to the side. If he hadn’t been so quick, he definitely would have been sent flying.

The car didn’t even slow down, smashing directly into a gatepost. With a deafening BOOM, the post collapsed. The car roared through as the entire gatehouse swayed a few times before crashing down. Bricks and tiles rained to the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

Without pausing, the car continued straight ahead, only coming to a stop when it ran out of road.

The bald man and his crew were completely frozen, staring in stunned disbelief.

Ever since this branch of the Martial Association was established, no one had even dared to come within two hundred meters of the gate, let alone speed past it. Yet today, someone had not only done just that but had also demolished their entire gatehouse.

’This... this person really has a death wish!’

After a long moment, the bald man and his men finally snapped out of it. The bald man’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared:

"This is outrageous! Fucking outrageous! Let’s go see which blind motherfucker dares to run wild at the Martial Association!"

With that, he led his men and stormed over to the car. He slammed his steel pipe onto the hood, producing a loud CLANG, CLANG.

"Get the fuck out of the car! Get out, now!"

Inside the car, Cui Biao sat in a stupor. He had assumed that Ye Feng had come to negotiate with the Martial Association about the hostages. He never imagined Ye Feng would be so brazen, driving straight through the gate, not only demolishing the gatehouse but also speeding across the Martial Association’s grounds.

’He’d always thought he was a pretty daring guy, but compared to Ye Feng, he was an absolute amateur.’

Hearing the shouts from outside, Ye Feng reached for the door to get out, but Cui Biao quickly stopped him, exclaiming urgently:

"Boss, don’t! Don’t be rash! Let me get out first and try to reason with them, just let me talk to them!"

With that, he quickly pushed the door open and got out. He forced a smile and said to the bald man:

"Friend, I’m Cui Biao from Jiangcheng..."

The bald man looked at Cui Biao and let out a cold, derisive laugh.

"I was fucking wondering who had the balls to pull this shit. Turns out it’s you, Cui the Louse!"

"You really think that just because a few people call you Master Cui, you have the right to throw your weight around here? Let me tell you, you’re nothing!"

"If you don’t give us a satisfactory explanation today, you’re not fucking going anywhere."

"You’re not going anywhere!" the men behind him yelled in unison.

Feeling the terrifying killing intent radiating from them, Cui Biao felt a chill run down his spine. He kept the forced smile on his face and said:

"Gentlemen, the brakes on the car failed. That’s why we crashed through. We’re truly at fault for the damage caused to the Martial Association. How about this: take a look at the extent of the damage, and I’m willing to pay to compensate you for it..."

Cui Biao had barely finished speaking when the bald man sneered, "Do you fucking think money can solve everything? Let me ask you this: if I slept with your mother and then tossed you some cash, would you be okay with that?"

The men behind him erupted in raucous laughter. Cui Biao’s face turned livid. He glared at the bald man and said in a cold tone:

"Friend, isn’t that taking things a bit too far?"

The bald man stared at Cui Biao and sneered, "You think *this* is going too far? I haven’t even gotten started with you yet!"

"Three conditions. One: immediately arrange for people to come and rebuild the gatehouse. Two: break both of your own arms. And three: issue a public apology to the Martial Association across all media platforms. If you can’t meet a single one of these conditions, then everyone in that car can forget about leaving today. You’re all staying right here!"

"You..." Hearing their outrageous demands, Cui Biao’s face went ashen with fury. ’He wanted nothing more than to march over there and grind their faces into the dirt. But then he remembered their terrifying strength, and he immediately abandoned the unrealistic notion.’

’Never mind fighting them by himself; even if he brought all his boys over, they probably couldn’t take on the Martial Association!’

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a calm voice drifted from inside the car:

"Three conditions? I’m not agreeing to a single one."

As the voice faded, Ye Feng pushed open the car door and got out.

Seeing Ye Feng, the bald man sneered. "Well, well. I was fucking wondering who was behind the wheel. So it was you, you little shit!"

"Let me ask you, who gave you the balls to come here and cause trouble? Who gave you the nerve?"

"Oh, I get it. You think you can run wild because you’ve got Cui Biao backing you up, is that it?"

"Well, let me tell you something: he’s not qualified. I’m telling you right now, even if I were to fucking slice you to ribbons, Cui Biao wouldn’t dare make a peep. Got it?"

He then glanced at the men behind him and ordered coldly, "Do it. Cripple this bastard’s arms and legs for me. I want him to learn the price of offending our Martial Association."

The crew-cut man had been itching for a fight. At the bald man’s command, he let out a battle cry and charged forward, steel pipe in hand. He raised the pipe high and swung it viciously down at Ye Feng.

Seeing this, Cui Biao’s eyes went bloodshot. "You motherfucker! You want to touch my boss? You’ll have to get through me first!"

With that, he lunged straight for the crew-cut man.

The crew-cut man spun around, sneering at Cui Biao. "Cui Biao, don’t think for a second I don’t know what you’re capable of. You’re nothing but a fucking measly Martial Master."

"’You know what my level is? I’m a peak Martial Master! Compared to you, I’m your damn grandfather!’"

"’Since you’ve got a death wish, I’ll be happy to grant it for you!’"

With that, he raised his steel pipe and swung it down ferociously at the charging Cui Biao. "Go to hell, you son of a bitch!"

The steel pipe whistled through the air, aimed right for Cui Biao’s head.

The bald man behind them sneered. "Cui Biao, don’t blame us when you die today. You brought this entirely upon yourself..."

Before he could finish, the scene that unfolded next made his eyes fly wide open.

To his astonishment, Cui Biao didn’t dodge or even try to evade. He simply raised his right fist and smashed it directly into the descending steel pipe.

With an explosive CRACK, the steel pipe was sent flying from the crew-cut man’s grip!

The crew-cut man froze, stunned. He never imagined Cui Biao could have become so powerful.

While his opponents were still frozen in shock, Cui Biao’s right fist shot out again, slamming squarely into the crew-cut man’s chest.

The crew-cut man let out a piercing shriek as his body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. He coughed up great mouthfuls of blood.

Severely wounded in a single blow.

The bald man stared at Cui Biao, taking a long moment to register what had happened. He couldn’t help but gasp, "You... You’re not a Martial Master!"

Cui Biao rolled his neck, producing a series of satisfying CRACKS. ’Damn, this feeling of overflowing power is amazing!’

He looked at the bald man and declared arrogantly, "Martial Master? Heh, that’s old news. I’m a Grand Martial Master now!"

"Not convinced? Then come and get some! Let me see for myself just how ’tough’ your Martial Association really is!"