Chapter 68

Ye Shaohua, pampered since childhood, when has he ever endured such humiliation? His heart overflowed with grief and anger, and he fainted from rage.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Several teeth shattered and flew out.

As Lu Jing exerted force with his hand, Ye Shaohua was slapped awake again.

Now Ye Shaohua dared not speak, his eyes dull and numb.

Seeing Ye Shaohua's state, Lu Jing's anger eased somewhat.

"My brother was beaten half to death; let you taste this as well......"

Everyone glanced sideways at this scene; the beating was truly brutal.

"Kid, stop!"

Suddenly, a figure leapt onto the platform and stood beside Lu Jing.

Lu Jing looked at Li Wu jumping up, smiling: "Yo, isn't this Li Dog? What are you doing up here?"

"You?!"

Li Wu, half-dead from Lu Jing's "Li Dog" insult, though he was Ye Shaohua's bodyguard and servant, possessed the strength of a sixth Realm warrior.

In this small Anwu City, none could match him.

Now, insulted by a junior's words, he could not bear it, cursing and reaching out to grab Lu Jing.

"Young master, I've come to save you!"

Seeing Ye Shaohua's miserable state up close, Li Wu's face grew even uglier.

Although the key to this situation was Lu Jing's superior strength over Ye Shaohua, all of this was Li Wu's plan.

Ye Shaohua is injured; he certainly cannot escape responsibility.

If Ye Shaohua were killed by Lu Jing on the platform, he could also die alongside him.

Li Wu grew increasingly anxious, trying to restrain Lu Jing and rescue Ye Shaohua from his grasp.

But just as his hand was about to touch Lu Jing, Lu Jing placed the blade of the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword against Ye Shaohua's neck.

"Kneel, or your master will become a headless corpse."

"You dare!"

Li Wu's pupils contracted slightly; he dared not risk it and withdrew his hand.

"Kid, I advise you to think clearly: you've beaten my young master like this; your anger should be nearly spent. There's no need to go to extremes, to oppose President Ye—there's no good outcome for that!"

"Oh?"

Lu Jing gave a slight smile: "I told you to kneel and speak—didn't you hear?"

As his words fell, the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword was nudged forward slightly, and in an instant a bloodstain appeared on Ye Shaohua's neck.

"Stop, I kneel!"

Li Wu frowned, without hesitation kneeling before Lu Jing.

"Good, as a dog you must have the resolve of one," Lu Jing nodded satisfactorily, "Before the fight, your young master specially proposed a life-and-death match; if I lost, do you think he'd spare me?"

Li Wu sighed, lowered his head, and said: "No."

"Then that's right," Lu Jing laughed, "I'm just following the rules—what's the problem?"

Li Wu grew anxious, quickly saying: "Lu Jing, don't get agitated; I'll call President Ye so he can talk to you personally!"

Having said that, he took out his phone and dialed Ye Hongyun's number.

Lu Jing felt a stir inside; actually, whether to kill Ye Shaohua or not, he had been torn.

If I kill him, I will become Ye Hongyun's Martial Sect's sworn enemy for slaying his son, inevitably bringing trouble upon myself or even annihilation.

With Lu Jing's current strength, handling warriors is already his limit; if he truly encountered a grandmaster, he would surely not be a match in a single exchange.

Even if he managed to escape by luck, his family might still face misfortune.

But not killing him feels too lenient for this dog.

So Lu Jing intends to negotiate with Ye Hongyun, seeing if he can exchange Ye Shaohua's life for something in return.

"Here's the phone; President Ye wants to speak with you personally."

Li Wu threw the phone over, and Lu Jing snatched it up.

"Hello, is this Little Friend Lu Jing?"

From the other end of the phone came an aged but imposing voice.

"It's me, President Ye; I've long admired you."

Lu Jing's face remained calm, his tone light: "Your son and I agreed to a life-and-death bout; he has now fallen to me—you know of this, right?"

Li Wu has already told me the details; all this is due to my rebellious son's arrogance and troublemaking, and I apologize here.

President Ye's voice was full of vigor, showing none of the panic Lu Jing had expected.

"What status does President Ye hold? How could a humble commoner like me deserve your apology?"

"You jest, Little Friend; when you visited earlier, I was busy with work and failed in my host duties, so I prepared a gift especially—do you like it?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jing's eyes lit up; this old fox finally got to the point.

"I don't place much value on external possessions; thank you for the trouble, President Ye."

From the other end came Ye Hongyun's hearty laugh: "No trouble at all; I'm simply returning what rightfully belongs to you, Little Friend—I'll have someone send it straight to your home."

If an outsider were present, eighty percent would assume these two were close friends despite their age gap.

"Return to the original owner?"

Lu Jing understood; the old fellow must be referring to a spatial ring.

On the surface his tone was calm, as if he didn't care about his son.

In reality, he had actually gone to such great expense.

It seems Ye Shaohua holds a very high position in his heart.

But Ye Hongyun's final line, "send it home," gave Lu Jing a hint of danger.

Before he could speak, a voice came again from the other end of the phone, "Little friend, rest assured, I will definitely discipline him properly from now on, never let him run amok again; let this matter be settled here, okay?"

That sentence was effectively a veiled way of telling Lu Jing that he would look after Ye Shaohua and would not interfere in the two of them, to put Lu Jing at ease.

Just as Lu Jing was about to agree, the Ye Shaohua beside him, like a dead dog, suddenly moved.

At this moment, most of Ye Shaohua's teeth had fallen out, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

"Dad, don't give him that ring! I can't swallow this, you have to help me!"

His words came out breathy and vague, "Let him kill me; I don't believe he would dare act."

A hint of a playful smile appeared at the corner of Lu Jing's mouth, and he gave two Slaps, knocking out the few remaining teeth of Ye Shaohua.

Now the just‑awakened Ye Shaohua fainted again.

"President Ye, I just swatted two flies dead, let's continue."

This maneuver not only left the kneeling Li Wu beside him dumbfounded, but also made Ye Hongyun on the other end of the phone stare blankly for a while.

Meanwhile, the principal of the Second Middle School and the teachers in the audience, seeing Lu Jing take the phone from Li Wu's hand and pause, began to have some speculation in their hearts.

The principal let out a sudden sigh of relief, thinking that no one would have to die today; otherwise he truly wouldn't know how to report to Ye Hongyun.

He still knows a bit about Ye Hongyun; he's a ruthless hero, a master of his generation, and having had a son in old age, he dotes excessively on his only child.

If Ye Shaohua were to die here, who knows how many would be buried alongside him.