The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 132 [Miss, Please Show Some Restraint]

Second update! Clearly, it is the second update!

With a face chiseled like it had been hewn by a knife and ax, he always bore a disdainful expression, a cheap cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, burning with a long trail of ash.

"It’s you!"

After his shock, Zhang Wanda immediately recognized Ye Chenfeng.

"I didn’t expect you to be the Fourth Master’s son!" Ye Chenfeng, puffing on his cigarette, slowly advanced, yet his approach was laden with a pressure as heavy as Mount Tai crushing down on Zhang Wanda, almost suffocating him.

"What... what do you want to do? How did you get in?" Zhang Wanda was well aware of how rigorously guarded the villa was, for the Fourth Master had assigned a martial artist to protect him.

But the fact that this man had arrived here so silently was utterly bizarre!

"Drugged? Boy, you deserve to die!" Ye Chenfeng instantly noticed Lan Yahui on the bed.

Lan Yahui’s face was flushed a sickly red, clearly showing that she had been drugged.

Although he was frightened, Zhang Wanda toughened up and said, "Since you know my dad is the Fourth Master, you better get lost now, or I’ll make sure you die horribly!"

"The Fourth Master, is it? I came tonight to kill him!" The sharpness in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes made Zhang Wanda’s heart skip a beat.

"Somebody help!" Suddenly, Zhang Wanda yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Bang!"

At the same time, Zhang Wanda exerted all his strength for a powerful leap, his explosive power erupting, propelling him upward, and with a mighty punch enveloped by an unmatched aura, he thundered down, and the Tyrant Elbow aimed straight at Ye Chenfeng’s head.

Strike first!

The Fourth Master certainly didn’t want his son to be incompetent; he had hired experts to train him since childhood. Although Zhang Wanda wasn’t a top-tier fighter, he could easily knock down five strong men in close combat.

His punch was fierce, fast, and perfectly executed with street-fighting techniques, aimed to knock down the opponent in one strike!

Bang! Bang!

A series of bone-colliding sounds echoed.

However, the scene was far from what Zhang Wanda had imagined: Ye Chenfeng knocked down, his shoulder fractured, his body curled up on the ground like a shrimp, unable to get up.

The reality was that Ye Chenfeng had effortlessly caught Zhang Wanda’s fist with one hand, and caught the Tyrant Elbow with the other, appearing composed and unflustered.

Zhang Wanda was well aware of how powerful his moves were; they could easily split a wooden coffee table and would normally break bones on a human body, but Ye Chenfeng just caught them, using the hand that held the cigarette!

"Boom!"

However, Zhang Wanda did not hesitate even for a second, lifting his leg and delivering a fierce Whip Leg towards Ye Chenfeng.

"Trivial trick!"

Ye Chenfeng moved even faster, leaping in place to dodge the leg. As the leg fell, he delivered a crashing Tyrant Elbow.

"Crack!"

This time, the Tyrant Elbow directly smashed Zhang Wanda’s shin, the harrowing sound of bone cracking exploding in his ears, followed immediately by an overwhelming wave of pain that almost knocked him unconscious.

"Ah!"

Hysterical screams filled the room as Zhang Wanda clutched his shin, continuously crying out in pain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

"Aren’t you very arrogant?"

Ye Chenfeng let out a cold laugh and violently kicked Zhang Wanda’s body.

"Uh ah..."

Pained shouts echoed through the room.

Zhang Wanda now truly wished he could die. He had no strength to fight back, and none of the guards from the villa had come to his rescue!

This was no longer a matter of dignity. Each of Ye Chenfeng’s footsteps seemed to trample on his soul.

Just as he was nearly beaten to death, a sinister look flashed through Zhang Wanda’s eyes, his despair transforming into hatred. With teeth clenched and fueled by rage, he summoned all his potential and lunged at Ye Chenfeng again.

But notably, as Zhang Wanda thrust forward with a punch, he suddenly pulled a handgun from nowhere, hiding it behind his back. Then, bursting forward like a fierce tiger, he charged at Ye Chenfeng and simultaneously drew his gun to shoot.

Ye Chenfeng let out a cold laugh. As Zhang Wanda charged, he swiftly dodged, simultaneously reaching out both hands, seizing Zhang Wanda’s right wrist while his left leg forcefully struck at the wrist that held the gun about to shoot.

Instantly, Zhang Wanda felt a needle-like pain rapidly spreading through his left wrist, causing the deadly weapon, the handgun, to fly from his grasp.

His meticulously planned move had been anticipated, plunging Zhang Wanda into utter despair, his heart sinking into a glacial abyss.

"You scheming, despicable little man, trying to ambush me? Slap! You sleazy, disgusting creep, drugging and harming others? Slap!..."

Held in Ye Chenfeng’s grip, Zhang Wanda couldn’t muster a bit of strength, while Ye Chenfeng enjoyed venting his anger, slapping him with each curse, hitting his face.

Each resounding slap sent Zhang Wanda’s pride crashing down from its lofty heights, utterly trampling his dignity.

"Get lost!"

Ye Chenfeng let go and simultaneously kicked Zhang Wanda in the stomach, sending him flying backwards.

He arrived like a lion or a tiger, but he left like a beaten cur!

With a bang, he again slammed precisely against the wall, his plight utterly pathetic.

This time, Zhang Wanda left a human-shaped blood stain on the wall, as Ye Chenfeng was merciless, each kick bloody, tearing his flesh.

The pain lingered in his wounds, the torture deep in his heart. Today, Zhang Wanda had truly hit rock bottom, utterly disgraced.

"Ah!" A seductive voice arose; Ye Chenfeng instinctively turned his head, suddenly seeing the seductive gaze of Lan Yahui on the bed.