Chapter 007: Meeting the Aunt Again

Chapter 007: Meeting the Lady Again

To avoid disturbing his parents, Ye Feng jumped straight out of the window. The few meters' height was mere child's play for him. In the courtyard below, the intruders, clad in dark clothing, advanced cautiously. Suddenly, they felt someone blocking their way as the night breeze drifted past, carrying a hypnotic undertone.

"You petty thieves, haven't you learned your lesson? How dare you come to the Ye family," Ye Feng said coldly, showing no courtesy to these people. Only now did he take a proper look at his opponents. One of them seemed to be a woman, her shapely figure accentuated rather than hidden by her attire, the curves of her chest as striking as ever.

"You brat, you've offended the wrong people. Tonight, we've come to take your miserable life," one of them declared. In a flash of cold light, four men lunged at Ye Feng. They had every confidence, but quickly realized their mistake. Ye Feng was done playing nice.

Among the four, Ye Feng's figure darted between them, employing a guerrilla-style attack. One by one, he defeated them. The masked figure watching from the sidelines was full of surprise; she had thought her group of experts could easily handle this youth, but he proved far more formidable. Soon enough, the masked woman saw her subordinates sprawled helplessly on the grass.

"Heh, whatever moves you have left, show them all now. I want you to remember this well: the Ye family is not a place for the likes of you," Ye Feng said, his tone icy, sending chills through their hearts. Instinctively, they glanced toward their leader.

"You brat, don't be so arrogant!" one burly man snarled, recalling that he'd never been humiliated like this in his life. But before he could finish, Ye Feng charged forward; the best defense was offense, a soldier's creed.

All the masked intruders froze. Ye Feng barreled into the stout man, knocking him to the ground, and in one swift motion, snatched the gleaming machete from another attacker who was about to strike him. He pressed the blade unerringly against the neck of the masked woman.

The entire sequence was so fast that no one quite understood what had happened. Ye Feng had seized control. He peeled away the woman's mask—just as he suspected, it was the very person who nearly ran into him before. To have the audacity to come after him now—clearly she had no fear of death.

"Lady, do you have anything to say?" Ye Feng's gaze was chilling, forcing the beautiful woman into silence. The coldness emanating from him struck fear into her heart, making her tremble involuntarily. "You… what do you want?"

"Lady, what do you think I want?" Ye Feng's voice was even colder, his eyes lingering briefly on her alluring chest. He wondered, if all restraints were undone, what kind of stormy waves would be revealed. The thought amused him.

"You… you dare touch me?" The beautiful woman was terrified, though her words remained defiant—a classic display of pride.

"Don't tremble, or my hand might shake as well," Ye Feng said, sounding almost comical, causing her to nearly laugh despite herself.

The burly man Ye Feng had knocked down was still clutching his chest in pain; the impact felt as if he'd been hit by a car, his body in disarray. He didn't know Ye Feng's specialty in the army was headbutts—he could even withstand blows from a sledgehammer, a skill honed at the risk of his life.

Another burly man watched Ye Feng hold their leader at knifepoint, not daring to move, just following Ye Feng and the woman closely. The man whose machete had been snatched still couldn't comprehend how it ended up in Ye Feng's hands—he felt a numbness in his palm, the blade whisked away like a gust of wind. He was stunned by Ye Feng's martial prowess, frozen in place, unable to advance or retreat.

Ye Feng suddenly pressed the blade against the woman's face. "I despise threats. If you dare harass the Ye family again, I guarantee a giant centipede will crawl across your face."

His threat was far more severe. The beautiful woman clamped her mouth shut, too scared to speak. Just then, one of the burly men slowly raised his machete, intent on a sneak attack. Ye Feng spun around and slashed his shoulder, then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying five or six meters into a bed of flowers.

Another attacker swung his blade at Ye Feng's left shoulder. Ye Feng shifted to his left, crouched slightly, and delivered a sharp left elbow to the man's chest. The man screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground.

The woman was dumbstruck, forgetting even to run. She covered her mouth, wide-eyed, watching Ye Feng beat her men into a pitiful state. Ye Feng patted the still-stunned burly man, placed the machete back in his hand, and said quietly, "Next time, hold your blade firmly."

Then he turned and kicked him, sending him flying to land in a neat row beside the other man, both groaning on the ground.

"Lady, have you had a late-night snack? Come inside and eat," Ye Feng said pleasantly, though his actions were terrifying.

The woman shook her head. "N-no, thank you." She turned and fled from the Ye family courtyard. Ye Feng dusted off his hands, looked at the men on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "I'll count to ten. If you're not gone by then, you'll never leave this courtyard again."

Hearing this, the men scrambled to their feet and ran for the exit. This was a true lesson in the value of time—they had come expecting an easy job, but ended up thoroughly humiliated.