Chapter 75: Chopping Hands

Nanhu Park.

Ma Menghan sat on a bench, clutching her luggage, her eyes fixed on the direction of the park entrance, almost straining them to the breaking point.

She had just been expelled from school, the reason being cheating on an exam, which had caused a severe negative impact.

But the absurdity of it was that the grade for the subject she was accused of cheating on was from her freshman year.

Ma Menghan knew who was behind the mischief, but she had no way to prove her innocence, so she had no choice but to pack her things and leave the school.

Moreover, because she had been running around for school matters, she hadn't had time to go back to work, leaving her penniless and forced to spend the night on a park bench.

But as the night grew deeper, the number of people in the park dwindled, and the air grew colder.

Ma Menghan hugged herself tightly, shivering.

The events of the past few days replayed automatically in her mind, and a flood of sorrow and grievance surged into her heart.

She longed to find a shoulder to lean on, to rely on someone, even if only for a little while.

The first person who came to mind was Chen Che. So, she dialed Chen Che's number.

She didn't know if Chen Che had finished his business, and whether calling at this time would disturb him.

But the grievance in her heart made her unable to care about that much; her finger pressed onto that name without her control.

She put away her phone, wiped the tears from her face, and cursed herself: "Useless!"

She had clearly made up her mind not to cry, but the moment she heard Chen Che's voice, she still couldn't hold it back.

People out for a walk passed by one after another, all casting strange looks at her.

Ma Menghan felt restless; seeing no sign of Chen Che, she began to feel anxious and panicked.

Just as she was about to make another call to ask, a sound of footsteps approached.

Ma Menghan looked up abruptly, and the smile that was about to form on her lips instantly froze.

Standing before her were five or six tall, burly men.

The leader had a very long scar on his face, looking a bit like a centipede.

"Beauty, all alone here in the middle of the night looking at the moon?"

The scar-faced man smiled lewdly, his tone playful: "Do you want us brothers to keep you company and play something fun?"

Ma Menghan observed the scar-faced man with full vigilance and said: "I recognize you. When Ma Zicheng came to find me last time, you were there too."

Ma Menghan questioned him indignantly: "What did Ma Zicheng send you here for? I've already been harmed so badly by him, what else does he want?!"

The scar-faced man spread his hands and said: "Beauty, if you had signed the agreement earlier, you wouldn't be in such a miserable state. It's only because you went against Young Master Ma that you're homeless, and that's why I'm here to find you at a time like this."

"I'll say it again: I can give up everything else, but my mother's memento, I must get it back."

Ma Menghan's tone was firm, containing a hint of stubbornness and strength.

The scar-faced man sighed and said: "Beauty, since that's the case, you can't blame me. I'm just doing what I'm paid to do. If you want to hate someone, hate Young Master Ma."

The scar-faced man waved his hand, and the four lackeys behind him surrounded Ma Menghan.

Ma Menghan hugged her luggage tightly, looking nervous: "What do you want to do?!"

"Relax."

The scar-faced man took out a camera, aimed it at Ma Menghan, and adjusted the focus: "Young Master Ma's car is waiting outside the park. He told us to take naked photos of you and hand them to him. Please cooperate well. There's no one left in the park now. As long as you don't scream or make a scene, no one but us will see you in the buff."

"Despicable!"

Ma Menghan's eyes turned red, and she held onto herself tightly.

"Beauty, please cooperate with our work. I promise, we'll only take photos and won't do anything else to you."

The scar-faced man finished adjusting the camera and said: "So, are you going to take them off yourself, or should we help you?"

"Get lost!"

Ma Menghan choked out: "None of you are allowed to touch me!"

The scar-faced man nodded: "Understood, then we'll help you."

As the words fell, the four lackeys, who had been like hungry wolves waiting to be fed, had eyes burning with fire.

They closed in on Ma Menghan, reaching out with large hands to grab at her curvaceous body.

"Get lost, all of you get lost, don't touch me!"

Ma Menghan finally couldn't hold back her tears; she used her schoolbag to strike hard at the arms reaching toward her.

However, her resistance was futile.

The schoolbag was snatched away easily, and she was grabbed by the shoulders by two men and pressed onto the bench.

"Beauty, don't resist. The more you resist, the stronger we get!"

"Beauty, just cooperate well, it's better for everyone."

"Don't worry, we're all gentlemen. We're just taking off your clothes, not touching you, hehe..."

The four of them, with lewd and excited expressions, reached for Ma Menghan's top and pants...

Ma Menghan's mouth was covered, making it impossible to call for help; her face was covered in tears, and her heart was dead.

"Whoosh~"

Several sounds of breaking air came, and five stones flew in like cannonballs fired from a chamber.

"Ah..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The four burly men who were restraining Ma Menghan all screamed and fell to the ground.

The camera in the scar-faced man's hand was also struck, falling to the ground with a clatter and shattering into pieces!

The scar-faced man was shocked by this sudden scene; he turned his head abruptly, only to see a black shadow flash over.

The scar-faced man was startled, and before he could react, a fist the size of a sandbag came flying toward his face.

"Bang!"

"Wahhh!"

The scar-faced man let out a miserable shriek and fell to the ground; all the teeth in his mouth flew out, and his jaw dislocated with a crack.

Ma Menghan was still shaken; she hugged herself tightly, curled up her body, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

"It's alright, I'm here."

Chen Che came before her, squatted down to meet her gaze, and tentatively raised his hand to tuck the stray hair at her temple behind her ear.

Ma Menghan stared blankly at Chen Che, her eyes brimming with tears, and she reached out to touch his face in disbelief.

Once she confirmed it was real and not a hallucination, Ma Menghan, like a child who had suffered a grievance and finally found a parent to back her up, instantly dropped all her feigned strength and threw herself into Chen Che's arms, sobbing loudly.

"You finally came... I was... scared to death... sob sob sob..."

Ma Menghan cried incessantly, her words coming out in fragments.

Chen Che gently patted her back to comfort her, letting her tears soak his clothes.

"Crack!"

The scar-faced man endured the pain to snap his dislocated jaw back into place and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at the other four men, who were also lying on the ground groaning in pain, with either broken hands or broken legs.

And embedded in the severed limbs of all four men was a stone.

This mind-boggling scene sent a shock through the scar-faced man's heart, and he concluded that the suddenly appearing Chen Che was undoubtedly a Martial Artist—ordinary people could not throw stones to injure others!

At the same time, looking at Chen Che and Ma Menghan embracing, he felt puzzled: when did Ma Menghan get such a Martial Artist boyfriend?

Now, the mission Young Master Ma had entrusted to him could not be completed, and he might even lose his life here.

This wouldn't do!

"Martial Artist sir, we are subordinates of Young Master Ma. Tonight's events were just us following orders; please understand and do not make things difficult for us."

The scar-faced man endured the pain in his mouth, stood up, and bowed respectfully to Chen Che with cupped fists.

Chen Che comforted Ma Menghan, stood up to face the scar-faced man, and said, "I don't care whose person you are; you did the deed, so you must pay the price. Of course, I won't let that Young Master Ma of yours off either."

The scar-faced man's mouth twitched; he hadn't expected Chen Che to be so overbearing and ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

He wouldn't even let Young Master Ma off?

He truly didn't know the weight of the four words "Jinling Ma Family"!

The scar-faced man said, "I know you are a Martial Artist, but I still offer you a piece of advice. The Young Master Ma I speak of is the second young master of the Jinling Ma Family. You may not fear us, but the Jinling Ma Family is something you cannot afford to offend no matter what!"

Jinling Ma Family?

Chen Che's expression froze, and he thought to himself: What a coincidence!

He had been worrying about how to help Cheng Kexin resolve the investment issue, and the Ma family had delivered themselves to his doorstep.

However, how could Ma Menghan have provoked someone from the Jinling Ma Family?

"Fine, since you put it that way, I really do want to meet this second young master of the Jinling Ma Family."

Chen Che said, "But before that, I need to settle accounts with you all. Since those four touched my woman, they can forget about keeping their hands."

The scar-faced man and the four lackeys all shuddered, deep fear rising in their hearts.

"Does your Excellency really have to do this? As the saying goes, one must consider the master before beating the dog. Even if you don't hold us in your eyes, are you not afraid of the Jinling Ma Family?"

The scar-faced man said, putting on a brave front.

Chen Che ignored him and walked straight toward the four lackeys.

"I was wrong! I was just doing it for money; it was all Young Master Ma who made us do this. I beg you, don't cripple us!"

"Martial Artist sir, we had no choice; we really didn't mean to offend your woman. I beg you, don't chop off my hands!"

"Martial Artist sir, Martial Artist grandpa, my arm is already broken. I beg you to spare me; I promise I will never follow Young Master Ma again!"

"I beg you to spare me, I am willing to do anything for you, please spare me..."

Seeing Chen Che walking toward them, the four lackeys all crawled up and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

However, Chen Che did not soften his heart because of this.

He raised his palm, fingers pressed together like a blade, and swung his arm in front of the four men in turn.

Swish, swish, swish...

Four men, eight hands, all fell off.

"Ah!!!"

Watching their palms spraying blood, the four let out heart-rending screams.

The scar-faced man was horrified, staring at Chen Che as if looking at the Grim Reaper.

He hadn't expected Chen Che to be so ruthless and cold-blooded, doing exactly what he said!

Ma Menghan stared blankly at Chen Che; the words he had just spoken lingered in her mind—"Since you touched my woman, you can forget about keeping your hands."

He said it, and he did it; he really cut off those four men's hands!

Does Chen Che consider me his woman? So, I also have a shoulder I can rely on!

Ma Menghan thought this, her heart feeling warm, an inexplicable joy surging within her, and in an instant, her eyes filled with hot tears.

Chen Che turned to look at the scar-faced man and said, "I'll give you one minute. If you can't make that Young Master Ma come here to see me, I will gouge out your eyes as the price for the photos you took earlier."

The scar-faced man's body shook, and he immediately took out his phone to make a call.