Chapter 149: Let's Have a Match

Without a moment's hesitation, Ye Feng nodded and said, "Yes, I feel that rather than letting these brothers waste time here protecting you, it would be better for them to attend to matters within their proper duties!"

Upon hearing this, the security personnel were instantly enraged. Who the hell was this wet-behind-the-ears punk, daring to slap them directly across the face like this?

"This gentleman means that we lack the ability to protect President Huang, but you lot are capable, is that it?" Number One was truly displeased. Damn it, this brat was getting too arrogant; he would definitely make him regret it later.

Ye Feng smiled and nodded, "Yes!" Damn it, seeing that punk fix his eyes on Sister Shan made Ye Feng's blood boil.

"My friend, aren't you being a bit too full of yourself? Though our skills might not be top-notch, we aren't that incompetent either!" Number One was extremely annoyed. Damn it, was this brat showing off too much? He considered himself the elite of the elite among the security team.

"Heh, whether we are or not, let my brother show you in a moment and you'll find out." Ye Feng smiled faintly, then motioned to Wang An, "Wang An, play with them, and remember—don't hurt anyone!"

There was no need for Chu Yun and Liu Zhenhua to step in. If those two direct descendants of violence went all out and injured Huang Shan's people, it would be rather embarrassing for him.

"Alright, Brother Feng, I know." Wang An was beaming with joy inside. Damn it, this was a chance given to him by Brother Feng to show off, and he had to perform well.

Huang Shan was momentarily stunned, assuming Ye Feng would step up himself, only to send out one of his young subordinates instead.

"President Huang, let us have a match with him," Number One asked through clenched fists. Damn it, this punk was simply too rampant, sending a single underling to face all of them—it was a complete disregard for their pride! Damn it! He would make him pay soon enough.

"Alright, then go ahead and spar, but keep it friendly and stop at the limit," Huang Shan said with a faint smile. She now wanted to see what kind of mettle Ye Feng's subordinates possessed, while also harboring some lingering doubts. Wasn't this man just recently discharged from the military? How did he manage to gather such a band of brothers so quickly?

"Understood!" Number One smiled smugly. Damn it, in a real fight fists and blades have no eyes—who cared about stopping at the limit? He would definitely beat the crap out of this guy. Number One grinned triumphantly in his heart.

Shortly after, the group walked out of the lobby and onto an open patch of ground. Number One stepped forward, chest puffed out: "Little brother, let's begin!"

Wang An swept a glance over his opponents: "You all might as well come together, save us the trouble!"

As soon as Wang An uttered these words, Number One and his subordinates were utterly shocked. Was this kid planning to take on all five of them at once? Had his brain been kicked by a donkey? "You—are you sure?"

Huang Shan couldn't help a flicker of surprise either. These men should be quite capable, seeing as they were carefully selected by the company. Now, for one of Ye Feng's subordinates to single-handedly take on all five of them—wasn't that a bit too risky?

However, Wang An calmly replied, "Positive. Stop wasting words!"

"Very well!" The five men quickly formed a rank and rushed straight at Wang An.

Seeing Huang Shan's slightly astonished expression, Ye Feng simply gestured for her not to worry and to trust in Wang An's skills.

Huang Shan asked, "Ye Feng, just how many secrets are you keeping from me?"

"What secrets could I possibly have left? Haven't you seen everything already, Sister Shan?" Ye Feng leaned in and murmured right beside Huang Shan's ear. Every single inch of his body had indeed been thoroughly looked over by Huang Shan, who had even ministered to him intimately. Recalling that exquisite service, a fresh wave of desire surged through Ye Feng's lower body, and the enchanting fragrance emanating from Huang Shan made him even more intoxicated.

Hearing Ye Feng say this, Huang Shan's body trembled slightly. This scoundrel only knew how to bully her! Not only did he bring up those embarrassing memories, but he was also blowing warm air against her ear—how could she not react? Especially down below, which had already grown slightly moist. Huang Shan hurriedly squeezed her thighs together.

Noticing Huang Shan's slight tremor, Ye Feng felt triumphant. Standing right behind her, he could look past the collar of her dress and catch a glimpse of a breathtaking expanse of snowy white skin—truly alluring. Ye Feng couldn't help swallowing hard, desperately wanting to reach out and grab a handful.

Huang Shan had originally intended to question Ye Feng about the man in the arena, but when she turned around, she caught his lecherous eyes staring directly at her exposed cleavage, leaving her both exasperated and bashful.

"Hooligan!" Huang Shan couldn't help lightly scolding Ye Feng under her breath. Glancing around anxiously to ensure no one was watching, she felt a slight wave of relief; otherwise, how could she ever face anyone again? This wicked scoundrel didn't even know how to pick his moments for being a rogue!

"Sister Shan, I—I wasn't looking!" Realizing that pair of mesmerizing eyes was glaring right at him, Ye Feng secretly cried out in dismay. If only he had kept half an eye on Huang Shan's movements, he would have been foolproof, but instead, both his eyes had been glued to the fullness of her chest.

"Hmph, pervert!" Huang Shan gave Ye Feng a coquettish, reproachful glare. The scoundrel had looked his fill and now refused to admit it—was there any justice in this world? Yet, thinking of how utterly captivated Ye Feng was by her, a secret thrill blossomed in her heart. Realizing just how immense her allure was to him, an unusual sweetness flooded her chest.

Huang Shan then turned her attention back to the sparring match in the courtyard. Ye Feng thought his chances were ruined, but to his pleasant surprise, Huang Shan seemed to intentionally pull her neckline down just a fraction lower, allowing him an even more generous view of that snowy skin. Ye Feng felt as though he were about to have a nosebleed—was Sister Shan trying to be the death of him?

The training Wang An had undergone lately was no joke. Although his cultivation was not as profound as Ma Long's or Zhang Wei's, he had still achieved considerable mastery. Dealing with Huang Shan's subordinates now was truly effortless for him. On one hand, he skillfully evaded their attacks; on the other, he seized every opportunity to land a heavy blow.

Number One had been extremely confident at first. To deal with a mere punk like this, there was no need for all of them to exert themselves. But gradually, he realized his mistake: the five of them couldn't even get close to the man's body. Moreover, the opponent was extraordinarily cunning—first dodging their onslaught with ease, and then seizing the moment to plant a fist squarely into one of his brothers.

"Heh, come on then!" Wang An chuckled. He finally understood what Ye Feng had meant earlier when he said that the highest realm of fighting isn't knocking down your opponent, but rather toying with them, turning combat into a form of play and enjoyment. Wang An had never quite grasped the deeper meaning of those words until now.

"Damn it, brothers, charge!" Number One snapped. Damn it, who in the company had ever treated him this way? Usually, everyone bowed and scraped before him as "Big Brother," yet here he was, being toyed with like a fool by this brat.

All Wang An needed was for them to rush in. True to form, consumed by rage, Number One lunged straight forward at Wang An.