Ultimate Supreme Soldier King Chapter 868 866: The Sickly Young Master

However, Yui couldn't find a way to bla Alan.

After all, Alan was trying to protect her.

At least he was much better than those indifferent security guards.

The atmosphere beca sowhat tense for a mont.

Everyone was looking at Yui, wanting to know Yui's decision.

Will Yui compromise?

Or will Alan be bullied?

But Kunca was quite lucky.

Even if he couldn't get Yui.

Alan was also an exceptionally beautiful specin.

How hadn't they thought of this?

Yui wasn't soone they could touch casually.

But Alan, she was rely a waitress at the bar.

Despite not matching Yui in appearance and figure.

She was still considered a high-quality beauty.

"Madam, I'm giving you three minutes to consider; my patience is limited," Kunca lit a cigarette as he sat on a chair not far from Alan.

Yui bit down hard.

What should she do now?

Without Big Brother's intimidation, what could a weak woman like her do?

Should she seek help from Catherine?

Even if she sought Catherine's help now, it probably wouldn't be in ti.

Three minutes passed quickly.

"Madam, three minutes are up, what's your choice?" Kunca narrowed his eyes and said.

Yui's face looked extrely unpleasant.

"Alright, it seems the madam is finding it hard to choose!" Kunca walked toward Alan.

"Don't co over!" Alan suddenly struggled violently.

A look of utter terror appeared on his face.

"No, I..." Seeing this, Yui finally compromised.

But before she could speak, a voice rang out.

"Oh, Kunca, you're quite bold now, aren't you?"

Everyone turned toward the voice.

There stood a frail-looking man.

The man was about thirty, with a hint of sickness on his face.

He looked sickly.

Slender in build, it seed a gust of wind could blow him away.

Seeing this suddenly appearing man.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Don't be deceived by the man's appearance.

He looked sickly.

But in reality, he was quite fearso.

Because he was the Sick Young Master, Chang De.

Because he always looked sickly.

Yet still fairly handso.

Which earned him the title of Sick Young Master.

However, his power was extrely terrifying.

He had a large group of n under him.

It's said the Sick Young Master liked beauties imnsely.

But because he was handso, many beauties favored him.

"Sick Young Master, I advise you not to ddle in other's business!" Normally, Kunca definitely wouldn't dare provoke the Sick Young Master.

But today was different.

"Oh? What if I insist on ddling?" the Sick Young Master said.

As he spoke, he coughed a few tis.

Truly looking like he was ill.

Kunca's face grew unpleasant.

He hesitated, whether he should fall out with the Sick Young Master or not.

If that big figure stopped backing him.

The Sick Young Master could easily crush him with a single hand.

"Is this Sick Young Master trying to play the hero and save the beauty?"

"Seems like he is; if I had his power, I'd want to be a hero saving beauties too."

"Wonder who the person behind Kunca really is; if it's one of those notable figures, even the Sick Young Master..."

"..."

The plot beca sowhat mysterious.

People started to anticipate.

Wondering if the Sick Young Master could counter the person directing Kunca.

The Sick Young Master no longer paid attention to Kunca.

Instead, he walked over to Yui, slightly bent over, and said very gentlemanly, "I've long heard of madam's unrivaled beauty; seeing you today confirms the reputation is deserved. If madam could honor with a drink, I would help you get rid of this annoying fly."

Looking at the seemingly courteous Sick Young Master, Yui frowned tightly.

Because the Sick Young Master wasn't a good person either.

Though he was rumored never to force won.

He would deliberately set traps, putting won in danger, then appear heroically.

Could he be the one behind Kunca?

Did he instruct Kunca to co harassing her, then pretend to save her?

It's not impossible.

"Sick Young Master, who do you think you are, wanting to drive away? Be careful not to get your legs broken!" Kunca said with a cold face.

Seeing Kunca's gloomy expression.

Yui felt that the Sick Young Master probably wasn't part of Kunca's gang.

However, she didn't want the Sick Young Master's help either.

After all, favors were the hardest to repay.

But if she had to choose between the Sick Young Master and Kunca.

She would definitely pick the Sick Young Master.

At least he didn't seem as distasteful.

After much thought.

Yui finally made her decision.

Agreed to drink with the Sick Young Master.

After all, it was just drinking.

Not considered a betrayal to Su Chen.

"Alright, I'll agree to drink with you." Yui said, gritting her teeth.

After hearing Yui's words.

Everyone started to speculate.

It seed the man behind Yui truly had fallen.

Otherwise, how could she accept the Sick Young Master's help?

"Su Chen, I'm sorry, I'm not afraid of dying, but... I can't let Alan be bullied by them..." Yui sighed inwardly.

"Then thank you for gracing , madam; I'll get rid of this annoying fly right away," the Sick Young Master always maintained a cultured deanor.

But when he took action.

He was anything but ambiguous.

A dagger slid from his sleeve.

Then he directly charged at Kunca, the dagger slashing toward Kunca's neck.

Monts ago looking sickly, he suddenly transford as if a different person.

His speed was incredibly fast.

Kunca was startled.

Didn't expect the Sick Young Master to act so quickly.

He was rely a thug.

No way to dodge.

A chill ran through his heart.

It was over.

My life ends here.

However, just as the Sick Young Master's dagger was about to cut Kunca's throat.

A hand suddenly appeared, blocking the dagger.

Thud!

The dagger pierced through the palm.

But the person standing in front of Kunca didn't move an inch.

As if he felt no pain at all.

Crack!

The person grabbed the Sick Young Master's dagger-wielding hand and twisted it downward.

Breaking the Sick Young Master's hand.

It was ruthless!

Everyone couldn't help but swallow.

The Sick Young Master, feeling the pain, dropped to his knees.

Staring at the burly man in front, cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

This burly man was one of the ones holding Alan earlier.

Just monts ago, he was several ters away.

And in no ti, stood right before him.

Of course, this wasn't the aspect that terrified the Sick Young Master.

But rather, his dagger had pierced the person's palm.

Yet the person didn't even flinch.

And retaliated by breaking his hand.

What a terrifying existence!