Chapter 10: A Third-Rank Master Is Nothing

Liu Fuyu was a woman of few words and ruthless action. In a fit of rage, she raised her hand, intending to slap Murong Yun across the face.

Murong Yun was not trained in martial arts and was caught completely off guard.

But Lin Yang, standing beside her, would never stand idly by. He caught Liu Fuyu’s wrist in a firm grip.

Murong Yun had not expected Liu Fuyu to be so brazen, daring to strike her.

“You think you can just hit people now?”

A cold glint flashed in Murong Yun’s beautiful eyes as she gazed back icily.

“So what if I hit you? I’ll hit whoever I want! Today, I’ll smash that insolent mouth of yours!”

Liu Fuyu struggled desperately to break free from Lin Yang’s grasp, intent on continuing her assault, but found his hand as unyielding as iron tongs—there was no breaking loose.

“Lin, you useless wretch, let go of me right now!” Liu Fuyu snapped, her brows arched in fury.

“Liu Fuyu, there are some people you simply can’t afford to provoke,” Lin Yang said, releasing her wrist.

“Who do you two think you are? That I can’t afford to cross you? Lin, you’re laughable!”

With an air of superiority, Liu Fuyu turned to Murong Yun. “Do you know who I am? If I told you, you’d be scared stiff. My father is Liu Chengzhi. Now, who’s the real clown here?”

“Slap yourself twice and apologize to me, and maybe I’ll let you off today.”

Murong Yun shook her head, entirely unmoved by Liu Fuyu’s threats, and said to Lin Yang, “It’s a good thing you didn’t marry her. Bringing such a foolish woman home would be nothing short of a disaster.”

Lin Yang brushed his nose and said, “Hearing you say that, I should be grateful the Liu family broke off the engagement.”

Seeing that Lin Yang and Murong Yun could still exchange words and laugh amongst themselves, without even sparing her a glance, Liu Fuyu’s fury only burned hotter.

“How dare you! If I don’t teach you two a lesson today, I’ll write my name backwards!”

She turned and shouted at the man following her, “Liu Jie, what are you waiting for? Break Lin Yang’s legs and smash that woman’s mouth! Let them know I’m not someone they can cross!”

Liu Jie, Liu Fuyu’s cousin, had come from the countryside and been assigned by Liu Chengzhi to act as her bag carrier and bodyguard. He was a man of few words, strong and tough, with some training in hand-to-hand combat.

Liu Jie strode forward. Feng Yujiao, standing off to the side, looked on gleefully and said, “Miss Liu, show them your might! People like that need to be put in their place.”

Lin Yang, knowing that Murong Yun had no martial training whatsoever, positioned himself in front of her.

“You? You dare to step forward? Liu Jie, do it—cripple him for good!” Liu Fuyu commanded, arms crossed.

Liu Jie swung a punch, but Lin Yang lifted his hand and brushed the blow aside with ease.

Thrown off balance, Liu Jie swept his fist sideways in retaliation, but Lin Yang, exerting a touch more force, sent him stumbling backward.

With a guttural shout, Liu Jie summoned all his strength and lunged again, but this time Lin Yang met his attack head on. With a single punch, Liu Jie was sent flying, rolling across the floor until he crashed into the wall, where he finally came to a halt.

His entire arm went numb—Lin Yang’s strength had utterly overwhelmed him. They weren’t even in the same league.

Liu Fuyu and Feng Yujiao were both stunned by what they saw, unable to believe Lin Yang possessed such skill.

“I’m sorry, I can’t beat him. He’s formidable—at least a third-tier expert,” Liu Jie admitted dejectedly, picking himself up from the floor.

Though Liu Jie’s brawling skills and raw strength barely earned him a basic ranking—a first-tier fighter—he was thoroughly outclassed.

“Useless! Can’t even beat a weakling. Get out of my sight!” Liu Fuyu spat, her bravado shattered as she berated Liu Jie.

“I never thought you’d secretly been training these past two years,” she sneered, still arrogant. “But let me tell you, I still look down on you. Being a third-tier fighter means nothing. Money is power! My family’s wealthy and influential. Dealing with you is child’s play.”

Lin Yang smiled lightly. “A third-tier fighter is indeed not much.”

“Glad you know your place! Now slap yourselves and apologize, or I’ll make a call and have my family’s fifth-tier expert come over. You’ll both be crippled, if not dead.”

Liu Fuyu was undeterred, still relying on her family’s influence to bully and threaten.

Murong Yun inwardly scoffed at Liu Fuyu’s ignorance. The Liu family’s so-called fifth-tier expert would be nothing but a paper tiger before Lin Yang, utterly incapable of causing trouble.

At that moment, the owner of the Gucci boutique, Hou Guiwen, came hurrying over. His short, stout frame heaved with exertion as he rushed inside.

“President Hou, what brings you here?” Feng Yujiao quickly went to greet him.

But Hou Guiwen ignored her completely, walking right past and stopping in front of Murong Yun, bowing slightly, head lowered in respect.

“President Yun, I didn’t realize you would grace us with your presence. Forgive me for not welcoming you sooner.”

Hou Guiwen’s posture left Feng Yujiao and the other staff dumbfounded, and even Liu Fuyu was taken aback. Not even she, as the Liu family’s young lady, could command such deference from Hou Guiwen.

“Your business grows by the day, President Hou, and so does your arrogance,” Murong Yun said coldly.

“I wouldn’t dare! In your presence, how could I put on airs? The moment I got the call from your secretary, I rushed over as fast as I could—wouldn’t dream of any neglect,” Hou Guiwen stammered, wiping sweat from his brow, visibly anxious.

“I brought friends to shop at your store, yet your staff slandered and insulted us, accused us of theft, and tried to throw us out. Tell me, how do you intend to handle this?”

Upon hearing this, Hou Guiwen’s face turned deathly pale, sweat springing anew from his freshly wiped brow.

“Who was so reckless as to offend President Yun? Get out here now, or I’ll skin you alive!” Hou Guiwen roared at his staff, face twisted in fury.

Hou Guiwen had once run with tough crowds—his gangster aura still lingered, and his employees feared him deeply.

All the shop assistants trembled in terror, unable to utter a word. A new intern was nearly driven to tears by fear.

Feng Yujiao was on the verge of losing control herself. The moment she saw Hou Guiwen fawning over Murong Yun, she knew she’d come up against something she couldn’t handle—her fate was sealed.

“I’ll ask just one more time: who was it? Step forward yourself!”

Unable to hold out any longer, Feng Yujiao crumpled to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

“President Hou, I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was your friend! For the sake of Yue Jun, please forgive me!”

Yue Jun was a manager under Hou Guiwen, and also Feng Yujiao’s boyfriend.

Hou Guiwen was beside himself with rage, wishing he could kick Feng Yujiao to death on the spot. Of all the people to offend, she had picked Murong Yun—did she not realize what kind of woman she was? Forget being the girlfriend of one of his managers—even if she were his own child, he would show no mercy.

“Don’t apologize to me, hurry and grovel before President Yun! If she doesn’t forgive you, I’ll toss both you and Yue Jun into the Luo River for the fish!”