Chapter 89: Humiliated to the Core

Well then.

Since you’ve made the first move, I can’t just stand by and do nothing.

Zhang Ze still felt rather innocent at heart, but his fist was already flying toward Wen Song.

The muscles across his body bulged wildly, and in the blink of an eye he was right in front of Wen Song.

...

To be fair, Wen Song was not exactly in the wrong, either.

I raised a wife since I was a kid. Do you know how hard that was?

And now, out of nowhere, some nobody pops up and claims he’s been with Xue’er for over ten years!

That was blatant robbery.

And they were stealing a wife.

Frustration weighed on him, and Wen Song was also the youngest in the family, with a personality that had its own flaws.

That was why he had turned and run before, and why he now looked ready to cry.

Boom.

But Zhang Ze clearly had no intention of considering any of that. You were the one who smashed your face into my fist, so why would I let you keep running your mouth?

With a muffled thud, his fist smashed into Wen Song’s face.

Wen Qing and the other young man who had rushed up behind them could not help twitching at the corners of their eyes.

From Zhang Ze’s earlier punch, Wen Qing had already sensed his strength.

But Wen Song was a bona fide second-rank martial artist, with bodily strength over 350S, and had trained since childhood in the Wen family’s inherited martial arts. How could he be taken down by one punch from Zhang Ze?

...

Thoughts were one thing.

Now that they had already made a move, there was naturally no chance to back down and pretend to be timid.

Clenching their teeth and forcing themselves to press on, Wen Qing and the young man on the other side charged straight at Zhang Ze from his left and right.

“Heh heh.”

They had assumed that with a pincer attack from both sides, Zhang Ze would at least take things seriously.

But the moment they heard that strange laugh, Wen Qing could not help feeling a chill creep up his spine.

Boom.

Zhang Ze struck suddenly, and his fist met Wen Qing head-on.

While Wen Qing was still shocked by Zhang Ze’s strength, Zhang Ze had already spun around to face the young man on the other side.

His waist dropped suddenly, and he neatly avoided the young man’s sweeping kick.

The corner of his mouth lifted, and in the next instant his figure exploded forward.

Veins rose visibly along his right arm. With nearly 500S of bodily strength, he instantly displayed the explosive force it deserved.

His fist slammed brutally into the young man’s hip socket.

Crack.

The sound was faint, but Zhang Ze heard it very clearly.

No need to say it. This young man probably would not be getting back up anytime soon.

Zhang Ze lifted a foot and kicked at the other man’s lower abdomen as a follow-up, then no longer paid him any mind.

Turning instead, he looked at the Wen brothers, Wen Qing and Wen Song.

Seeing the young man collapse to the ground in agony, the latter could not help panicking and shouted, “Tian Hun!”

With his hip shattered by Zhang Ze, the young man naturally gave no response.

Glancing at Tian Hun’s sprawled figure, Zhang Ze smiled at the two of them. “Well?”

“You two still want to keep this going?”

“Hmph.”

Wen Qing clearly had no intention of letting this rest, and a cold snort escaped from his nose and mouth.

Ignoring Zhang Ze’s provocation, he shouted toward Ren Xue’er behind them, “Xue’er, after all these years with Wen Song, who in the whole old town doesn’t know about it?”

“I don’t want to keep making a fuss over something this small, so hurry up and come back with me and Wen Song!”

His mind was still full of what Zhang Ze had said earlier.

For a while, Ren Xue’er did not even hear Wen Qing calling her.

...

To be fair, Zhang Ze was definitely nowhere near as handsome as Wen Song.

And Ren Xue’er was not some scheming woman. Under normal circumstances, she naturally would not have taken any interest in Zhang Ze because of this.

But Wen Song had always been, from top to bottom, a complete pretty boy, the sort that made one’s teeth itch.

Wen Qing, as the older brother, understood that very well.

Add to that Zhang Ze’s performance just now, and it was the difference between heaven and earth.

In other words, however much Ren Xue’er had disliked Wen Song’s effeminate manner before, she now found Zhang Ze’s aggressive edge equally astonishing.

That was why she had not immediately answered Wen Qing.

...

Noticing Ren Xue’er’s odd reaction, Zhang Ze could not help muttering inwardly, This girl isn’t really falling for me, is she?

Looks like I really am way more handsome than Wen Song.

Feeling rather smug, how could Zhang Ze possibly let Wen Qing take the woman away?

He barked at them bluntly, “What’s this? You were the ones who wanted to fight just now, and now that you know you’re no match, you want to snatch her away outright?”

Zhang Ze said this with a perfectly straight face, not blushing in the slightest.

His eyes then flicked to Wen Song’s handsome face, and he felt a surge of disgust.

Tap, tap.

He did not bother negotiating any longer.

If he felt like beating someone, he did not need a reason.

In just two or three steps, Zhang Ze rushed right up to the two of them.

He lifted a foot and rammed it into Wen Qing’s abdomen, sending the latter crashing aside with a cry of pain.

“And who said she’s your Xue’er?”

“Have you even figured out cultivation before trying to learn how to date?”

Bang.

Wearing the airs of an elder, Zhang Ze’s fists kept greeting Wen Song’s face without pause.

It was worth mentioning that although Wen Song was soon swollen black and blue and looked miserably beaten, he had not actually suffered any serious injuries. Zhang Ze was simply jealous that the man was handsome.

And he did not really want to make things truly ugly either. After all, for the Wen brothers to have reached the second rank at this age, there was a very good chance there were martial arts elders in their family.

If he took things too far and the old man could not sit still anymore, that would be troublesome.

As it stood, he was only giving Wen Song some superficial injuries.

A second-rank martial artist’s body was what it was. After the swelling went down in a week or two, what real problem could there be?

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It was just that Wen Song clearly could not appreciate Zhang Ze’s so-called kindness.

Then again, how could he?

Someone had suddenly cut in and tried to steal his woman.

What was worse, Ren Xue’er’s gaze toward Zhang Ze carried a certain strangeness, something Wen Song had never seen in the ten years he had known her!

With the grievance in his heart, coupled with Zhang Ze’s fists, Wen Song abruptly broke down.

Sob sob.

“Ahhh!”

Could you imagine it?

A young man in his twenties suddenly bursting into tears in the middle of the street.

Not only did Zhang Ze feel a little embarrassed, even Wen Qing, seeing his own younger brother in this state, was grinding his teeth with hatred.

You useless coward.

What girl would ever fall for you?

...

As more and more onlookers gathered, Wen Qing could no longer bear the humiliation.

He quickly, together with Tian Hun, helped up the still-sobbing Wen Song, clearly preparing to flee.

Before leaving, Wen Song still did not forget to cry out to the sky, “Our engagement was arranged by my grandfather and your grandfather. Ren Xue’er, don’t you even think about getting rid of me!”

As the eldest brother of Wen Song, Wen Qing himself felt utterly ashamed at this point.

He could not help but snap, “Shut your mouth already. With the way you act, there’s a reason Xue’er has hated you for over ten years!”

The three of them left, and the farce finally came to an end.

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Nanye City.

Operations Team Office.

At this moment, Ma Junguo wore a grave expression, his eyes fixed tightly on the documents in his hands.

After a long silence, he finally said in a deep voice, “Go get that kid Yang Wei for me.”

A moment later.

The pale-faced young man jogged into Ma Junguo’s office.

After giving a crisp military salute, he shouted, “Operations Team member Yang Wei reporting to Instructor Ma.”

“Heh.”

Seeing the young man brimming with energy, Ma Junguo could not help but let out two soft chuckles before saying, “I have a task for you.”

...

After assigning the mission, the young man was just about to leave.

Then he heard Ma Junguo ask, “Kid, have you thought about changing your name?”