Volume One, Chapter Seven: Let Him Keep Pretending!
The next day.
Ye Yun received a call early in the morning. Susan wanted him to dress neatly and tidy himself up.
Xu Yuer was driving, arriving at a club.
Getting out of the car, two young men dressed in designer brands approached with smiles.
“Yuer, Shanshan, you’re here!”
“Heh, and who’s this?”
Upon seeing Ye Yun step out of the car, the two young masters’ expressions immediately darkened.
Xu Yuer chuckled and lied, “Young Master Zhao, Young Master Wang, this is a friend of ours from the countryside. He hasn’t seen much of the world, so you don’t need to mind him.”
Zhao Zixuan, one of the renowned Four Young Masters of Jiangnan, smiled indifferently, “If he’s your friend, then let’s all have some fun together.”
The other young master, Wang, glanced at Ye Yun and sneered through his nostrils with utter disdain.
Xu Yuer stepped back a few paces and whispered to Ye Yun, “You probably haven’t been to places like this before.”
“No problem. Come more often, watch more, learn more, and you’ll be fine.”
“I have only one requirement — you mustn’t embarrass Susan or me, got it?”
Ye Yun replied calmly, “It’s just a private club. What’s so exciting about this lousy place?”
Xu Yuer sneered coldly, “Lousy place? Do you know the entry fee here? Two million. Ha, little security guard, scared you?”
Zhao Zixuan was extremely courteous to Xu Yuer.
His sycophantic attitude almost made Ye Yun lose patience.
“Yuer, come train with me,” Xu Yuer said as he prepared and jumped onto the ring, immediately sparring with Zhao Zixuan.
Ye Yun found it boring.
These spoiled rich kids with nothing better to do liked shooting arrows, boxing, playing golf — all pretentious hobbies.
Susan changed into a white and blue training suit, her fair feet stepping onto the ring.
“Ye Yun, come up and spar with me.”
Ye Yun shook his head, “If you want to train, I can teach you authentic Tai Chi and some health-preserving martial arts.”
“Taekwondo is foreign, just flashy moves. Compared to our Dragon Nation’s own styles, it’s far inferior.”
Hearing this, Young Master Wang immediately snorted, “Hey brother, your mouth sure is big.”
“You think you’re something special?”
Ye Yun glanced at him, “At least I’m better than a useless playboy who wastes himself on wine and women like you.”
Wang’s expression changed, a cold sneer curling his lips, “Didn’t expect you to have some backbone.”
“Then how about a match?”
Ye Yun shook his head, “No thanks. I’m afraid I’d ruin you.”
Susan scolded, “Ye Yun, watch your words. Don’t always be so confrontational.”
Ye Yun curled his lips, “I can be polite to you.”
“But to these crawlers? Ha, why should I show them respect?”
“Have you ever seen an eagle in the sky be polite to sparrows on the ground?”
That was Ye Yun’s temperament.
Three parts outlaw, three parts fierce, and five parts silent killing intent.
Once, a great martial arts master in the Dragon Nation couldn’t help but remark, “This boy is very different from ordinary people.”
“Others have ten parts energy, but he has eleven. That extra part is something even the Heavenly King himself cannot control — it can turn rivers upside down.”
Zhao Zixuan and Xu Yuer finished sparring and walked over.
“What’s going on? Young Master Wang, why are you all flushed?”
Wang pointed at Ye Yun, “Zhao, it’s not that I don’t want to give you or Miss Su and Miss Xu face.”
“But this guy’s mouth is way too arrogant. He called our taekwondo trash.”
“Do you think he’s asking for a beating?”
Zhao Zixuan’s expression darkened sharply, “Yuer, Shanshan, for your sake, this is the last time.”
“You all should know how much sweat and effort Wang and I have put into taekwondo.”
“Our hard work is not something anyone has the right to trample on. Especially not some clueless rookie!”
Xu Yuer’s face turned grim, “Ye Yun, apologize to Young Master Zhao and the others immediately.”
“Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to look down on other people’s efforts?”
Ye Yun looked up at the sky, “Apologize?”
“Sorry, I don’t have the habit of apologizing to weaklings.”
Xu Yuer was furious, turning to Susan, “Shanshan, I’ve had enough!”
“I brought him here with good intentions to broaden his horizons, but he’s just a hopeless case, embarrassing us all.”
Before Susan could say anything, a sinister gleam flashed in Zhao Zixuan’s eyes as he smiled slyly, “How about Young Master Wang has some fun with this brother here?”
“Since he’s so full of himself, he must be a master, right?”
“Heh, Shanshan, Yuer, don’t worry. Young Master Wang is careful and won’t hurt him.”
Susan immediately refused, “No, thanks.”
“Wang is a professional, and he’s a sixth-degree black belt. Ye Yun is no match for him.”
Wang jumped onto the ring, flamboyantly gesturing twice, “Don’t worry. This guy may be asking for it, but for the sake of you two beauties, I won’t hurt him.”
Then he looked at Ye Yun mockingly, “Dare to spar? Or are you all talk and no action?”
Seeing Ye Yun frown, Xu Yuer said coldly, “Ye Yun, if you’re a man, accept the challenge.”
“Shanshan and I aren’t afraid you’ll lose, just afraid you don’t have the courage to be a man.”
Ye Yun, growing impatient, said, “Alright, I’ll show this kid how ruthless the world really is.”
“But who’s paying the medical bill?”
Zhao Zixuan immediately laughed disdainfully.
“So you’re afraid of getting crippled and having no money for the hospital?”
“Haha, don’t worry. If you get a few bumps and bruises, I’ll pay for your treatment.”
Xu Yuer couldn’t help shaking her head.
“Shanshan, this guy is such a loser.”
“Disgraceful!”
Susan’s face also showed signs of losing face.
Ye Yun sneered, not even bothering to explain.
Just some small fry.
He climbed onto the ring, one hand in his pocket, leaving only one free hand.
“Come on, let’s finish quickly and get this over with.”
Wang’s eyes blazed with fury.
This idiot was putting on such an act, and Wang was determined to take him down.
With two rapid steps, he closed in on Ye Yun.
Then a flying kick shot straight at Ye Yun’s temple.
Zhao Zixuan smiled confidently, “Wang is a sixth-degree black belt. He can easily take on three or five ordinary guys.”
“Heh, this kid has some foresight, asking for medical expenses from me.”
Just as he finished speaking—
A sharp scream came, followed by a dull thud.
On the ring, Ye Yun stood with one hand in his pocket, as if facing no real opponent.
Meanwhile, Wang had been kicked off the ring, his kicking foot almost broken and swelling up.
Susan and Xu Yuer were dumbfounded.
What just happened?
What on earth?
The smile on Zhao Zixuan’s face froze instantly. “Wang, you...”
Wang wailed offstage, “Quick, take me to the hospital! Young Master Zhao, hurry! My leg’s useless!”
Zhao Zixuan’s face twitched fiercely.
Only now did he realize that when this lowly guy mentioned medical fees earlier, he was actually preparing to pay for Wang.
Damn it, he’d been completely outplayed.