"...I'll #@%￥@%...!"
Yan Hua's face turned green with rage.
He had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.
Was it that he didn't want to beg for mercy?
It was clearly that the other party wouldn't give him a chance.
"Swearing?"
Ye Wushuang's expression darkened as he delivered another fierce slap across Yan Hua's face.
Yan Hua was sent spinning, nearly tumbling over the railing.
Upstairs in a tearoom, a young man and an elder sat cross-legged on the floor.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they had a clear view of the situation down with Ye Wushuang.
"Second Young Master, what do you think of this person?"
The young man glanced in Ye Wushuang's direction. "Agile, extraordinary presence—truly a rare talent to behold."
"Indeed. This man possesses exceptional bone structure; he is prime material for martial arts."
"If properly cultivated, he will undoubtedly become your right-hand man in the future, Second Young Master."
The young man suddenly let out a sigh. "That may be so, but the problem is, we may not have the time."
"Human effort can achieve anything. Trying once is always better than sitting here waiting to die," the elder said solemnly.
The young man started, then nodded heavily.
"Wait here, Second Young Master. I shall return shortly."
Seeing hope rekindled in the young man, the elder smiled slightly.
In the center of the mall, Yan Hua, the young master of the Yan Family, was being relentlessly battered by Ye Wushuang.
His face was swollen out of recognition, reduced to a pathetic mess.
For a moment, the onlookers gazed at Ye Wushuang with eyes filled with dread.
In Jinling City, who would dare treat the young master of the Yan Family in such a manner?
This young man had an astonishing amount of nerve!
"Alright, let's go. The Yan Family is powerful; if we really tick them off, it's going to be very troublesome."
Tang Moxixi couldn't help feeling a trace of worry.
Although she knew Ye Wushuang was a Martial Grandmaster, in modern society, brute fists alone couldn't get you everywhere.
Everyone had to abide by the rules and obey the laws of the government, and Martial Grandmasters were no exception.
Even though the Yan Family didn't have a Martial Grandmaster to rival Ye Wushuang, they had connections in the Jinling City officialdom, with a web of deeply entrenched influence.
If they really wanted to pull strings behind the scenes and drag Ye Wushuang down to the Police Station for a chat, it would be all too easy.
"Realized you're scared?"
"You hit me so many times!"
"Tang Moxixi, you bitch, I'll remember this!"
With his face swollen like a pig's head, Yan Hua didn't dare cross Ye Wushuang anymore, so he vented all his rage onto Tang Moxixi.
Ye Wushuang frowned, stepping forward to defend Tang Moxixi and continue teaching the young master a lesson.
Just then, a deep, resonant voice rang out.
"Yan boy, it's been a few years, yet you haven't improved at all. You're still as dissolute as ever."
The crowd started and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
From outside the crowd, an elderly man was slowly walking toward them.
The old man's hair and beard were completely white, yet his complexion was rosy and his spirit robust.
A faint smile hung on his lips as he stared at the disfigured Yan Hua.
The moment Yan Hua saw the old man arrive, the venomous look on his face vanished completely.
"Elder... Elder Wu, why are you here?" Yan Hua asked, his voice trembling slightly.
If there was anyone else in Jinling City who could strike fear into his heart besides his own father, it was this unassuming old man before him.
This was a genuinely ruthless figure—a martial arts expert who had stepped into the realm of Internal Force.
Elder Wu couldn't be bothered with him and said nonchalantly, "There's nothing for you here anymore. Clear out."
"I..." Yan Hua subconsciously glanced at Ye Wushuang and Tang Moxixi, his eyes full of hatred.
"Hmm?" Elder Wu's gaze turned fierce instantly. "If you don't leave, I'll contact your father in a moment and tell him to come pick up your corpse."
At these words, Yan Hua felt a chill run through his entire body.
Caring no more about squaring off against Ye Wushuang and Tang Moxixi, he bolted, scrambling away into the crowd.
That retreating figure was as wretched a sight as one could possibly be.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang was somewhat surprised.
This old man's background was rather intimidating; even the young master of the Yan Family had been scared off in just a few words.
As if sensing what Ye Wushuang was thinking, Tang Moxixi tugged at his sleeve.
Then, leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "Elder Wu practices Xingyiquan. He once represented Jinling City's martial arts circles in the Jiangnan Province martial arts tournament, taking third place."
"Later, he was scouted by the Cao family, who hired him at a high salary to become the martial arts tutor of the Cao family's second young master."
With that, Tang Moxixi glanced around. "Elder Wu being here means the Cao family's Second Young Master must be nearby."
Ye Wushuang frowned and couldn't help asking, "Isn't Jinling City only home to two major families, the Yan family and the Tang family? What kind of background does this Cao family have, that it can make someone like you, the eldest miss of the Tang family, so wary?"
"Our Tang family made its fortune purely through business, and so did the Yan family, but some of their members hold official government positions, so their family influence is somewhat stronger than ours."
"As for the Cao family, they are a true red-caste family. Their members permeate both the military and political spheres of Jinling City, wielding monstrous authority."
"Compared to the Cao family, the Tang and Yan families can only be considered docile little lambs."
Hearing Tang Moxixi's explanation, Ye Wushuang had a sudden epiphany.
No wonder his grandmaster always said that the world down the mountain was a man-eating world.
It turned out that even the wealthy couldn't just do as they pleased; above them stood big shots who truly wielded power.
"Little girl of the Tang family, since you know the might of our Cao family, I might as well speak bluntly."
Elder Wu smiled faintly, his gaze naturally falling upon Ye Wushuang.
"Our Second Young Master has taken a liking to this bodyguard of yours. Whatever you're paying him, we will double the compensation."
"But you must ensure he comes over to serve our Second Young Master."
"Of course, we won't shortchange him either; I will personally teach him real martial arts."
"Judging by his bone structure, he has a very high probability of stepping into the threshold of martial arts in the future and becoming a true martial artist."
At this, Tang Moxixi shook her head. "To be honest with you, Elder Wu, he is not my bodyguard."
"So if you want to recruit him, you should ask him directly instead of consulting me."
As she spoke, Tang Moxixi felt conflicted inside.
Truthfully, she didn't want Ye Wushuang to leave.
Yet, facing Elder Wu of the Cao family, she had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Not a bodyguard?" Elder Wu was surprised, then smiled at Ye Wushuang. "Then would you be willing to become my disciple, guarding our Second Young Master from now on and clearing away all obstacles in his path?"
"I am not willing. Just what kind of a thing is your Second Young Master, that he deserves to have me act as his bodyguard?"
Ye Wushuang sneered, his words utterly shocking.