Volume 1, Chapter 64: He Is Threatening You, Darling

The next day, early in the morning.

At the Qinghai City airport, a heavily muscled man with a thick gold chain—as wide as a little finger—around his neck walked out, standing out from the crowd like a crane among chickens.

"Teacher!"

Ouyang Gong, who had been waiting for a long time, bowed respectfully.

"I never expected that, as a Grade-C official member, you'd end up in a tiny place like Qinghai City. This is somewhat interesting. Xiao Gong, have you prepared what I asked for?"

Ouyang Gong smiled and pointed toward a car.

Two voluptuous women with fair skin, wearing sexy short skirts, were sitting in the back seat.

"Teacher, I heard you are about to step into the Grandmaster realm. Is that true?"

On the way to the Yan family estate, which had already been investigated, Ouyang Gong glanced in the rearview mirror from the passenger seat, his face full of curiosity.

In the back seat, the man was embracing the two women Ouyang Gong had brought.

With his eyes closed in enjoyment, the man replied indifferently, "The unique internal art I practice requires more women to harmonize my Qi."

"Now I am indeed just one step away. As long as I can cross this threshold, becoming a Grandmaster martial artist and being promoted to a Grade-C martial artist is only a matter of time."

With that, the man opened his eyes with some displeasure and shoved one of the women's heads down. As the flesh on his face quivered, he leisurely lit a Cuban cigar.

"What a pity. Finding women capable of harmonizing my energy has become so difficult."

"The two sluts you picked out are of very mediocre quality."

Ouyang Gong could only offer a bitter smile.

The unique internal art his teacher practiced required women who could stimulate his nervous system. Yet, as the number of women he had played with increased, fewer and fewer could truly excite him and clear his meridians.

Soon, the group arrived at Kowloon Island.

Shen Man had just returned home from a trip abroad.

Her purpose was to handle the foreign connections her late father had left behind. Now that her father was dead, she naturally had to make an appearance on behalf of the Shen family to give those people peace of mind.

Inside the swimming pool, Shen Man wore a form-fitting swimsuit that highlighted her curvaceous figure, her fair skin tight and smooth. In the sunlight, glistening droplets of water clung to her like crystals as she climbed out of the pool.

She smoothly made her way to Yan Fengjia's side and lay down in his arms.

Her slender, jade-like fingers drew circles on Yan Fengjia's chest while her eyes sized him up.

"I went abroad these past few days, and you didn't even ask where I was. You heartless jerk, I've already given myself to you, and you don't even care about me?"

There was no complaint in her tone, only contentment. At least now, when she approached Yan Fengjia, he did not push her away.

Yan Fengjia glanced at Shen Man sideways. "There are too many people I need to care about. I don't have the time."

Shen Man was not angry. She snatched the cigarette from Yan Fengjia's fingertips and greedily inhaled the faint tobacco scent lingering on them.

"Then, when you were doing things with them, did you think of me at all?"

It had to be said that Shen Man understood the art of romance far better than most women. She always knew how to stir a man's instincts at a very small cost.

However, just as the two intended to take things a step further, Yan Fengjia's phone rang.

At the entrance, a security guard spoke up, "Mr. Yan, someone is here to see you. He says he came from Kyoto specifically to pay you a visit."

"Kyoto?" Yan Fengjia caught Shen Man's restless hand with one hand and frowned. "Let him in. I am at Villa Area Number Twenty."

Villa Area Number Twenty was Shen Man's territory.

Before long, Yan Fengjia saw Shen Man's housekeeper leading in Ouyang Gong and the man with the gold chain around his neck.

This man was robust, standing nearly two meters tall. As he walked, he moved with the mighty momentum of a tiger, resembling a moving truck.

Seeing this man, Yan Fengjia frowned deeply, his gaze naturally falling upon Ouyang Gong.

"What is the meaning of this? Are you planning to find someone to exact revenge on me?"

Fear flashed across Ouyang Gong's face, and he was about to answer when a thick palm—as large as a cattail-leaf fan—pressed down heavily onto his shoulder.

With a single stride, the man covered a distance that would take a normal person three steps.

Resembling a small mountain, the gold-chained man squatted down in front of Yan Fengjia, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally sizing up Shen Man with greed.

Yet, he quickly shifted his attention back to Yan Fengjia, maintaining his squatting posture as he extended a hand.

"Brother, I am a Grade-C official martial artist of the Heavenly Masters Mansion. My nickname is Thunder Tube. You must also be from the Heavenly Masters Mansion, right?"

"Heavenly Masters Mansion? What is that?" Shen Man looked up at Yan Fengjia.

Yan Fengjia did not answer; instead, he looked directly at the man. "State your business."

Thunder Tube was momentarily stunned before revealing a mouthful of bright gold teeth beneath his thick lips.

"Ouyang Gong is my student, and in the future, he will also become part of the Heavenly Masters Mansion's sphere of influence."

"So, brother, could you spare the Ouyang family for the sake of us being colleagues?"

"After all, as you well know, becoming a martial artist requires a massive amount of financial resources to help elevate one's strength."

Yan Fengjia smiled. "If I were merely an ordinary person yesterday, would he have spared me?"

"This..." Ouyang Gong broke out in a cold sweat and dropped directly to his knees.

"Mr. Yan, as long as you spare my family, I am willing to offer fifty million to atone for my sins."

"Fifty million?" Yan Fengjia raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like someone who is short on money?"

With that, Yan Fengjia sat up. "The decisions I make are never altered by whatever backup you decide to bring along."

"So, stop wasting time. While my mood is still somewhat acceptable, you may get lost."

As soon as these words fell, Thunder Tube, who was squatting before Yan Fengjia like a small mountain, let out a cold, sinister laugh instead of getting angry.

"Kid, we are colleagues who bump into each other often. Showing me no respect will do nobody any good."

"I know you have the Huo family backing you up, but don't forget—which officially commissioned martial artist of the Heavenly Masters Mansion doesn't have powerful figures supporting them from behind?"

"So?" Yan Fengjia raised an eyebrow.

Beside him, Shen Man curled her red lips and leaned her smooth cheek against Yan Fengjia's shoulder. "He's threatening you, darling."

Yan Fengjia paused and glanced at Shen Man. Since when did I become your husband?

"You must show this respect whether you want to or not. If you don't..." The man stood back up.

Blocking out the light, he looked down at Yan Fengjia from above. "Then don't blame me for resorting to violence."

Yan Fengjia patted Shen Man's rounded hips, signaling her to step back. Then, he stood up.

"Then go ahead and try."

"Courting death!"

Thunder Tube's tiger-like eyes narrowed, and his massive foot slammed heavily onto the ground. The floor cracked instantly, causing the earth to shake.

His huge palm lunged forward to grab Yan Fengjia's neck, intending to lift him into the air.

However, Yan Fengjia was even faster. With a reverse grab of his single hand, he smoothly extended a finger and tapped it directly onto the other man's chest.

This single strike appeared ordinary, yet it carried the force of a long spear.

Thunder Tube's beast-like, muscular chest instantly caved inward, and his entire body flew backward, sliding across the ground for several meters.

"You truly are an expert," Thunder Tube roared. Despite his bulky appearance, his speed was as swift as the wind.

In a single bound, he closed the distance right above Yan Fengjia, raising a fist to smash down toward his head like a moving tank.

Yan Fengjia stood as unmovable as a mountain, raising his head to look on with indifference.

The next moment, Yan Fengjia calmly extended a single finger.

"What? He still plans to use a single finger to block my teacher's punch?"

Seeing this, Ouyang Gong's face filled with utter disdain.

Yet, in the very next second, something happened that left both Ouyang Gong and Thunder Tube dumbfounded with open-mouthed shock.