Chapter 57: Is it necessary to be so arrogant?

  "Grass! You... how did you get in?"

  Yang Cheng was caught off guard and was so frightened that his legs almost went soft.

  Obviously he had just discovered that Ye Chengfeng was still standing at the door.

  In just the blink of an eye, Ye Chengfeng appeared before him.

  It made him feel as if he had encountered a ghost, and he felt a chill run up from the soles of his feet, even goosebumps appeared.

  "Never mind how I got in, you'd better take care of yourself and think about how you're going to get out."

  Ye Chengfeng originally wanted to use his stealth technique to scare Yang Chengyu.

  However, as soon as he arrived at Douwu Pavilion, he found that there were surveillance cameras everywhere, so he had to give up this idea.

  "You think you can stop me with just your security guard? Bring it on!"

  Yang Chenghui saw Ye Chengfeng being so arrogant, and suddenly retreated a few steps back from Ye Chengfeng, readjusted his stance, and then beckoned to Ye Chengfeng with a hook of his hand, full of provocative flavor.

  However, before Yang Chenghui could see anything clearly, a powerful force struck his abdomen.

  Boom!

  Yang Chenghui flew out of control and fell heavily to the ground, with a mouthful of sand.

  "Ptui, you... ambushed me again!"

  Yang Chenghui spat out the sand in his mouth and scolded.

  "Aren't you provoking me? Doesn't this mean a duel is about to begin?"

  "I... I haven't even shouted yet!"

  "Alright, call me back when you're ready."

  "Begin!"

  As Yang Chenghui's voice fell, Ye Shengfeng made another traceless kick.

  Boom!

  Yang Chenghui was even more miserable this time, and after repeatedly colliding with three wooden stakes, he fell to the ground, gritting his teeth in pain, his whole body seemingly dislocated, and it took him a good while to struggle to get up.

  "Go ahead, it's your turn to start!"

  Yang Chenghui suddenly felt that the side that didn't shout at all seemed to be accumulating momentum for a sudden attack.

  But the side that starts shouting has to disperse its energy.

  "Alright, have it your way."

  Ye Chenfeng shrugged and suddenly said: "Start!"

  "Boom!"

  Almost as soon as the words fell, Ye Chengfeng's fist flashed and hit Yang Chenghui's nose, causing Yang Chenghui to fly out again, with blood splashing from his nose.

  "This is impossible!"

  Yang Chenghui wiped his nose, and was shocked to death. His heart involuntarily added a few points of fear.

  He's a third-degree black belt in karate, how could he not even have the chance to fight back and be beaten by this broken security guard Ye Chengfeng several times?

  But what about in reality?

  He indeed has no chance of winning a fight, purely getting beaten up is his fate.

  "Why don't you get your friends to shout 'start'?"

  Ye Chengfeng couldn't help but laugh secretly until he almost died, but still pretended to be serious and suggested it with a completely gentlemanly demeanor.

  "I'm done."

  Yang Chenghui's eyes flashed, and he suddenly picked up his clothes to wipe the blood from his nose. He stumbled in the direction of the Emperor's Pavilion: "I didn't eat enough today, my condition is not good, I'll kick your eggs next time."

  Yang Chenghui is no fool, he took one look at his own empty-handed black belt third dan, and didn't even have the chance to make a move in front of Ye Shengfeng, how could he not recognize Ye Shengfeng's prowess?

  If he continues to fight, it will only make him more and more embarrassed.

  So he tactfully found an excuse to step down, thinking that a gentleman takes revenge ten years later and waits for the next time to find a master to severely teach Ye Chengfeng a lesson.

  "Want to go?"

  Ye Chengfeng sneered coldly, and with a slight movement of his foot, he stepped over Yang Chenghui's head, landing lightly in front of him, causing the men and women following Yang to cry out in surprise.

  "I'm going! Master!"

  "Awesome! The legendary agility!"

  At this sight, Yang Chenghui's pupils suddenly contracted, and his palms involuntarily trembled slightly.

  He had guessed earlier that Ye Chengfeng might be a master of ancient martial arts and he was no match for him, so he made an excuse to slip away.

  But unexpectedly, Ye Chengfeng really knew ancient martial arts!

  However, the story goes back to Yang Chengyu being a young master of the Yang family in Shanghai. He didn't believe Ye Shengfeng dared to do anything to him, so he pretended to be calm and said: "You're such a rascal! I've already said I'm not full, let's fight again next time."

  "You're the one who wanted a duel with me, and you're also the one who can't win and wants to run away." Ye Chengfeng said with a smile, "What do you think I am? Someone who comes when called and leaves when waved goodbye?"

  "So what do you want?"

  Yang Chenghui stared with wide eyes.

  "Suit yourself, I'll just drop it and consider this matter closed."

  Ye Shengfeng lifted one foot and rested it on the roadside railing, lit a cigarette with slow and elegant movements, and pointed at **.

  "You..."

  Yang Chenghui almost vomited blood and went mad with rage.

  The one who dares to challenge alone is him; the one who finds he can't win and wants to escape is also him.

  But from start to finish, he seemed to be the one being beaten up?

  He didn't immediately call someone to come and take him away, which is already giving him face.

  This broken security guard is really something, he actually got a good deal and still dares to be arrogant, does he think the young master of the Yang family should crawl under him?

  "I'll count to three."

  Ye Chengfeng was starving at this moment, so he said impatiently: "After three breaths, if you don't come over, I'll consider the one-on-one duel not over yet."

  "Damn it, you're shameless."

  Yang Chenghui finally couldn't bear it and burst out in anger, shouting: "I'm going to kill you today!"

  "Yang Chenghui! Haven't you learned your lesson from last time?"

  Suddenly a cold and clear shout came over.

  Ye was blown by the wind and turned his head for a glance, and suddenly saw Song Yalai again.

  All she saw was her, under Yang Chenghui's leadership, running towards her little by little.

  "Song Dong!"

  Yang Chenghui was like a mouse that had encountered a cat, his originally furious expression disappeared and was replaced by deep fear and fawning.

  "Master Ye, I didn't expect you to come, and I wasn't able to greet you in time. I'm truly sorry."

  Song Yali completely ignored Yang Chengrui's flattering words and directly said to Ye Chengfeng, "I'll punish myself with three cups of wine later and apologize to Doctor Ye."

  "No wonder, Director Song is busy with work, it's understandable."

  Ye Chengfeng chuckled and smiled, but it made Yang Chenghui stare at him as if he had seen a ghost.

  Who is Song Yali?

  The person who can make Song Yali call out a "you" is probably only Song Yali's father-in-law, Fan Lao in this Shanghai.

  But unexpectedly, this broken security guard is also one!

  What's going on here?

  It's unlikely, but this guy's background might be even bigger than Dongfang Wu's?

  It's impossible! Isn't he just a useless security guard?

  "Today's matters have been made clear by Manager Chen, Doctor Ye, please go back and have your meal, I'll take care of the rest, is that alright?"

  Song Yali, although the boss of Emperor Wang Building, still asked in a tone of negotiation.

  "Since Boss Song has said so, I'll give you face."

  Ye Chengfeng nodded slightly, his eyes coldly staring at Yang Chenghui: "However, I have to trouble Director Song to warn this kid for me and tell him to be more polite to my brother Dongfang Wukong in the future!"

  After finishing speaking, Ye Chengfeng didn't even bother about Yang Chenghui and went straight back to the Emperor's Pavilion.