Is the Special Service Bureau really that useless?
Doesn’t this an: Your Special Service Bureau is really weak, even weaker than Dragon Gate.
The implication is also: Dragon Gate is just like that, and yet your Special Service Bureau is even weaker?
This double entendre infuriated both Wuling Fei and Zhong Buwang.
"What are you saying here? Didn’t I tell you to shut up!?" Wuling Fei glared furiously, thinking how soone could have such a pig-headed teammate.
She didn’t notice.
When she was angry.
It caused a series of big waves.
The scene was quite spectacular for a while.
Ye Huan’s throat bobbed instantly, enjoying the feast for the eyes.
Seeing this, Wuling Fei was infuriated to the point of bursting, clutching her chest as she moved aside, deciding not to care about Ye Huan’s life or death anymore.
Ye Huan withdrew his gaze and snorted coldly, "Shut up why? It’s just the Worm Gate, is there anything to be afraid of?"
Worm Gate?
Wuling Fei really thought Ye Huan had lived enough; no one could save him now.
Taking pride in his sect being belittled, Zhong Buwang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, his fists visibly gathering imnse power.
"Kid, say what you just said again..."
"What, I said Worm Gate, is there a problem?"
Ye Huan repeated the phrase, plunging the entire audience into silence.
The onlooking staff mbers all swallowed hard twice.
"Did Captain Ye... not hear? This young master is... a disciple of Dragon Gate."
"Yes, Dragon Gate is... is even more powerful than the Special Service Bureau. Captain Ye repeatedly provoking him is simply... simply a suicidal act!"
"Captain Ye is strong, but... but he can’t compare to a Dragon Gate disciple, right? That Special Service warrior couldn’t even put up a fight against this young master!"
"I think... Captain Ye dares to provoke him not for nothing but to maintain his prestige in our hearts!"
"Eh, Captain Ye is confused. What good is prestige if one loses his life? What’s the use of that thing?"
The onlooking staff whispered among themselves, then all sighed, mourning silently for Ye Huan in their hearts.
Offending a Dragon Gate disciple stronger than the Special Service warrior, Captain Ye faces a great calamity!
The pessimistic remarks towards Ye Huan imperceptibly satisfied Zhong Buwang’s vanity, further fueling his arrogant deanor.
"Ye Huan!"
"You continually provoke , provoke my Dragon Gate, you have no path but death!"
"As the eldest young master of the Capital City Zhong Family, and as a Dragon Gate disciple, I order you!"
"Kneel and repent for taking Ye Qiqing’s heart and insulting my Dragon Gate, otherwise... this shall be your fate!"
"Swoosh——"
"Swoosh——"
Zhong Buwang’s eyes were filled with coldness, his iron fists striking into the air.
The iron fists produced explosion sounds in the air.
At the sa ti...
Even through the air, these two punches caused the tiles on the wall opposite him to crack and fall to the ground, revealing large areas of cent!
In the cent, there were also two huge fist-shaped dents!
The imnse power made everyone witnessing the scene shudder, a chill rising in their hearts, and they felt a heavy pressure in their chests, making it very hard to breathe.
Beside Ye Huan, Wuling Fei’s expression was extrely grave.
She roughly estimated and concluded:
Zhong Buwang’s strength was at least ten tis greater than hers!
"Ye Huan, hurry up and admit your mistake to Zhong Buwang, otherwise no one can save you!" Eventually, still soft-hearted, Wuling Fei sternly reminded Ye Huan.
At the sa ti, she turned her head towards Zhong Buwang, warning, "Zhong Buwang, don’t forget, if a Dragon Gate disciple commits outrageous acts in the city, severe punishnt will ensue!"
"Severe punishnt? Outrageous acts? Even if we ignore the fact that this kid insulted my Dragon Gate first, even if I really committed atrocities, so what!?"
Zhong Buwang swung his iron fists and mocked, "Let tell you, even if I killed you here, at most it would be a reprimand within the sect. My Dragon Gate handles matters... always respecting power and martial arts, the weak ants who die... won’t receive any rcy!"
Wuling Fei’s face turned pale.
The Special Service Bureau handled nurous Dragon Gate disciples’ bullying of civilians, but neither the Special Service Bureau nor the police had the authority or strength to judge and punish Dragon Gate disciples and could only hand over to Dragon Gate’s Punishnt Hall.
Yet Dragon Gate was extrely protective, always citing "accidental injury" as the reason, marking it down and closing it for a while to resolve the issue.
Wuling Fei looked troubled, gritting her teeth, with the corner of her eye glancing at Ye Huan.
Ye Huan took a hit for her; she felt she had done enough, every ti wanting to help negotiate between Ye Huan and Zhong Buwang, he always ssed it up himself.
Wuling Fei felt she was kind enough, but thinking about Ye Huan’s death, which would distress Miss, she took a deep breath and advised, "Just kneel, apologize to Zhong Buwang..."
"You just said, Dragon Gate respects martial arts, and power?"
Ye Huan squinted, smiling, shaking the electric baton in his hand, looking profoundly.
Zhong Buwang saw this and sneered, pulling back his iron fist and placing it behind him, standing with hands behind his back.
He wanted to crush Ye Huan from every conceivable angle!
Ye Huan wielded an electric baton, rely because he was ignorant of the true strength of a Dragon Gate disciple.
Therefore, Zhong Buwang stood there, prepared to let Ye Huan attack him!
Because let alone an electric baton, even if a Special Service soldier carried a rocket launcher, he could dodge it effortlessly!
"In Dragon Gate, strength is revered above all!" Zhong Buwang’s face was filled with arrogance.
"If I beat you to a pulp, I hope it won’t lead to a situation where I finish you, then your master cos, and after him, your grandmaster, like in those stories where one by one they co to rescue," Ye Huan said aningfully.
"Beat to a pulp? If you have that ability, go ahead, I promise no one will bother you."
"Of course, once you dare to strike , my fierce retaliation will be unstoppable! My last advice to you is..."
"Kneel! Confess your sins to and break your limbs, and I might spare your life!"
Zhong Buwang stood with his hands behind his back, exuding arrogance both in tone and expression.
"Captain Ye, you... you should listen to him, breaking your limbs is better than losing your life!"
"Yes, Captain Ye, just listen to this young master, enduring humiliation is better than dying!"
"This young master is a Dragon Gate disciple, Captain Ye, just take a silent loss, if you fight hard... there will be no good end for you!"
The onlooking employees advised earnestly, continuously persuading.
"Alas." Wuling Fei sighed and said, "Ye Huan, listen to him, this is your only way to survive..."
Before she could finish, her face turned urgent.
Because...
Ye Huan swung up the electric baton and struck towards Zhong Buwang.
The onlooking employees began to mourn for him silently...
Zhong Buwang stood with hands behind his back, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery.
As the electric baton struck towards him, he had no intention of moving.
He wanted to dodge all of Ye Huan’s attacks to show him...
What true strength is!
What real power is!
What it ans, to have terrifying strength that fears no attack!
"Swish!"
The electric baton sliced through the air, aiming for Zhong Buwang’s knee.
Zhong Buwang sneered.
Such a slow speed, and still trying to hit ?
He toyed with excitent, dodging at the very last 0.01 seconds as the baton approached.
Afterwards, he sneered again.
"So slow, yet you dare to attack ! Ridiculous!"
Zhong Buwang laughed mockingly, his laughter brimming with disdain and contempt.
After two laughs...
His face suddenly changed.
And then...
He let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered!
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
In one second, thousands of attacks!
All landed on Zhong Buwang’s knee!
Zhong Buwang emitted a blood-curdling scream, quickly calming his mind, gritting his teeth as he focused on dodging Ye Huan’s attacks.
But to no avail!
He realized Ye Huan’s thousand attacks in a second were not random strikes.
But anticipation!
Ye Huan anticipated each of his dodges and struck with force.
Not just anticipation!
But anticipation of Zhong Buwang’s anticipation!
Beyond just anticipating Zhong Buwang’s anticipation!
He also anticipated the anticipation of Zhong Buwang’s anticipation!
Simply put.
Zhong Buwang thought he was on the fifth level while seeing Ye Huan on the first, but Ye Huan was in the stratosphere!
No matter how Zhong Buwang dodged, Ye Huan could accurately strike his knee!
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