Chapter 76: Ma Zicheng

Outside Nanhu Park, a Mercedes-Benz SUV was parked on the side of the road. Ma Zicheng sat slumped inside, waiting with some impatience.

"Vroom, vroom—"

At this moment, the Scar-faced Man called. Ma Zicheng answered, just about to scold him, but did not expect the Scar-faced Man to speak first.

"Young Master, the mission failed. A Martial Artist came; my four brothers all had their hands chopped off, and he even said he wanted to gouge out my eyes. Furthermore, he insulted you and doesn't put the Ma Family in his eyes at all!"

Ma Zicheng was stunned, instantly flying into a rage: "Damn it, I haven't seen someone so arrogant in a long time. A Martial Artist in a place like Shanghai dares to not put the Jinlin Ma Family in his eyes, and even dares to chop off hands?! I want to see what kind of sacred being he is!"

"Fu Chang, drive the car straight in!"

Ma Zicheng hung up the phone and gave the order directly to his driver and personal Bodyguard, Fu Chang.

"Yes, Young Master."

Fu Chang responded, then immediately started the engine and stepped on the gas.

"Vroom, vroom—"

The SUV's engine let out a dull roar, and the pitch-black car body crashed directly through the park's fence and drove in.

The Scar-faced Man hung up the phone, swept a glance at the underling who had fainted from excessive blood loss on the ground, and finally let his gaze fall on Chen Che.

"Kid, I'm telling you, you've gotten into trouble! Our Young Master's personal Bodyguard is also a Martial Artist, and his cultivation has reached Great Perfection True Person, only one step away from the Master Realm!"

With Ma Zicheng behind him, the Scar-faced Man's attitude was extremely arrogant, saying: "Don't think that just because you're a Martial Artist you can play the hero saving the beauty, and you still want to gouge out my eyeballs? Hmph, let's see who ends up gouging whose!"

Facing the Scar-faced Man's verbal provocation, Chen Che ignored him, instead sitting on the bench next to Ma Menghan and asking: "What happened?"

Ma Menghan did not know why, but the moment she saw his eyes, she felt an inexplicable sense of grievance that she could not suppress: "The reason I left Uncle Fu Lang's house that day was because Ma Zicheng found me and asked me to sign an agreement; he wanted to seize my mother's inheritance."

"I didn't sign it, so he bribed the school and expelled me under the name of me cheating on an exam."

Ma Menghan sniffled, and crystal-clear teardrops rolled down, "My money is all spent, I have nowhere to go now, and they still want to bully me, take nude photos of me..."

"It's okay, I'm here, no one can hurt you." Chen Che gently wiped away her tears and comforted her.

"Screech—"

At this moment, the SUV's headlights shone directly over, and it drifted to a stop on the grass.

"Bang, bang!"

The car doors opened and closed, and the thin Ma Zicheng and the burly Fu Chang stepped out one after another, arriving in front of Chen Che and the others.

"Second Young Master!"

Seeing Ma Zicheng, the Scar-faced Man immediately went up to meet him, pointed at Chen Che on the bench, and shouted: "It's him, he's the one who chopped off my brothers' hands and smashed my teeth!"

Ma Zicheng glanced at the Scar-faced Man's blood-stained mouth, then looked at the four people on the ground.

"This friend, isn't your hand a bit too heavy? Do you know they are people from my Ma Family?"

Ma Zicheng narrowed his eyes to size up Chen Che and asked.

"They were asking for a beating; no matter whose people they are, I'll beat them all the same." Chen Che raised his eyes and looked toward Ma Zicheng.

Ma Zicheng gritted his teeth and said: "Very good, arrogant enough!"

Fu Chang took a step forward, True Qi swirling around his body, and invisible tentacles of True Qi lunged toward Chen Che to probe his cultivation.

Chen Che sensed the probing True Qi and deliberately hid the True Qi within his body as deeply as possible.

"Mr. Fu, what are you still probing for? He's at most twenty-something years old. At this age, he's at most Fifth Grade. You are a Quasi-Master expert, you don't need to fear him at all!"

The Scar-faced Man couldn't wait to see Chen Che kneeling and begging for mercy, so he spoke up.

"Do not be careless."

Fu Chang said: "I have been a Martial Artist for thirty years, and I know well that the level of one's cultivation cannot be equated with age. Many people who cultivated with me in the past have capsized in the gutter exactly like this."

"Then is this kid an expert?" Ma Zicheng asked.

Fu Chang withdrew his probing True Qi and smiled: "Second Young Master, rest assured, he is just a mediocre person."

"With Mr. Fu saying that, I can rest easy."

Ma Zicheng looked at Chen Che and said haughtily: "Kid, I don't care what kind of relationship you have with this woman, or that you want to stand up for her. You beat my people and don't put the Ma Family in your eyes; just based on these two points, it's impossible for me to let you go."

"However, I am a magnanimous person." Ma Zicheng spread his legs and pointed below, "Kneel down now, crawl through, and kowtow a few times to me, and I might consider not killing you, but only crippling your hands and feet."

Ma Menghan frowned tightly, looking at the tall Fu Chang, then taking another look at Chen Che, a deep sense of regret and self-reproach rising in her heart—she shouldn't have dragged Chen Che into this.

Listening to their conversation, Fu Chang was a Quasi-Master expert, and although Chen Che's cultivation was unknown, looking at Ma Zicheng's arrogant appearance, Chen Che was definitely no match.

What should she do?

With Ma Zicheng's personality, even if Chen Che swallowed his pride and crawled through, he wouldn't let Chen Che go.

Ma Menghan steeled her heart, stood up to block in front of Chen Che, and said: "Ma Zicheng, I agree to sign the agreement, but you must let us leave safely."

"Yo! You agree just like that?"

Ma Zicheng looked astonished, yet also full of triumph and provocation, "So this pretty boy is your weak spot! I must say, for you to be so young and already obsessed with male beauty, you are quite like that vixen of a mother of yours!"

"Don't you dare talk about my mother!"

Ma Menghan's eyebrows stood up in anger as she scolded Ma Zicheng.

"Fine, I won't talk about her, she's already dead anyway."

Seeing Ma Menghan on the verge of crying from anger, Ma Zicheng sneered in disdain, "I've always carried the agreement with me; once you sign it, our business is settled. However, that kid—I cannot let him go."

"I said, letting us go is the condition, otherwise I will never sign it even if I die!" Ma Menghan argued firmly.

"I'm the one in the superior position now, so I'm the one who calls the shots. What? Now you know you're afraid? A bit too late!"

Ma Zicheng wore an insufferably arrogant expression.

"You!"

Seeing that it was impossible to reason with Ma Zicheng, Ma Menghan turned to Chen Che and said: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I'll help you stall for time, you go quickly!"

"How touching, so that's the kind of relationship you have!" Ma Zicheng clapped his hands and mocked: "However, neither of you is leaving today."

Ma Zicheng cast a glance at Fu Chang, who understood immediately, stepped out at once, and slapped his palm toward the two of them.

Chen Che wrapped his arm around Ma Menghan's waist and retreated rapidly to dodge.

Fu Chang's palm strike hit empty air, his expression one of surprise, but he did not think much of it.

"Not bad, you've got some skills." Fu Chang loosened his wrists, preparing to attack again.

Ma Menghan spread her arms, shielding Chen Che: "Ma Zichen, I was wrong before, I shouldn't have said those harsh words to you. I beg you to let him go; as long as you let him leave, I will do anything you ask!"

Although Chen Che had dodged that lightning-fast exchange just now, the panic in Ma Menghan's heart had reached its peak; she was terrified that Chen Che would meet with disaster because of her!

As long as Chen Che could be safe and sound, she would not care even if she died herself!

Ma Zichen also had not expected that Ma Menghan could go to such lengths for Chen Che.

"Alright then, kneel down and bark like a dog twice, and I'll let him go," Ma Zichen said, his face full of mockery.

"Hahaha, the young master sure knows how to play! It's a pity the camera is broken, otherwise we would definitely have to record it to watch over and over again!" the Scar-faced man cheered in agreement.

Seeing that Ma Zichen had no other instructions, Fu Chang also stood to the side, watching Ma Menghan with great interest, wanting to see if she would really do it.

Ma Menghan bit her lip, glaring at Ma Zichen with fierce and humiliated eyes, but thinking of Chen Che being able to leave safely, she still bent her knees and knelt down...

Chen Che caught her in time, pulling her half-kneeling body back up.

"I don't like bending my knees, and you are not allowed to kneel in the future!" Chen Che pressed Ma Menghan down onto the bench to sit.

Ma Menghan looked up at him, her eyes filled with grievance and worry.

"I said it's fine, trust me!" Chen Che looked into her eyes and said every word clearly.

"Mm!"

Ma Menghan nodded heavily, though she had already prepared for the worst in her heart.