Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 658: The Birth of a Eunuch

With a soft "thud," the aggressive man who had lunged forward was sent flying backward, screaming in agony. He slammed into the wall and slid down, his face turning ashen, his eyes filled with despair.

Ye Fei's kick had shattered his dantian, destroying his internal energy. From now on, he wouldn't even be able to fight like an ordinary person, let alone a martial artist.

The other three men paled. Unlike Zhang Wenyuan, who hadn't grasped the power behind Ye Fei's kick, they understood immediately that they were facing a master. Even if the three of them attacked together, they stood no chance. As Ye Fei slowly advanced toward them, they retreated in unison, abandoning Zhang Wenyuan without a second thought.

"Senior, we admit defeat today. We'll take our leave," one of them said, trying to placate Ye Fei as he continued to approach.

Ye Fei chuckled coldly. "Admitting defeat is enough? Would you let me go if I were the one losing today?"

Realizing they might not escape unscathed, one of the men growled, "Kid, don't get too cocky. I admit you've got skills, but there are plenty of people in this world you can't afford to mess with. If you dare lay a hand on us, my sect will come after you!"

"Oh?" Ye Fei had assumed they were rogue cultivators, but now he was intrigued. "Which sect are you from?"

The man, mistaking Ye Fei's curiosity for fear, puffed up with arrogance. "The Northwest Eagle Claw Sect. Ever heard of it?"

Ye Fei frowned, recalling a minor sect from the last martial arts gathering. He was surprised that such a small, obscure sect would meddle in worldly affairs.

"You're from the hidden sects, yet you've stooped to serving secular families? How pathetic."

"That's none of your business," the man retorted, emboldened by his sect's backing. "Let us go, or else."

A faint smile crossed Ye Fei's face. "Since you're from the hidden sects, haven't your elders ever mentioned the Ye family from Wanghai?"

"The Ye family? You… you're…" The man's face turned pale as a terrifying legend came to mind. He pointed at Ye Fei, stammering in fear.

Ye Fei nodded slightly. "I'm Ye Fei, of the Ye Zhilin family."

"Senior Ye, spare us! We were blind not to recognize you! Please, don't hold it against us!" The three men immediately dropped to their knees, their martial pride forgotten. They had heard of Ye Zhilin, the new martial arts alliance leader—a temperamental and fiercely protective young girl. Offending her family was a death sentence, not just for them but possibly their entire sect.

"I don't care to waste my time on you," Ye Fei said coolly. Before they could react, he tapped each of them, sealing their martial abilities.

"But since you've made a mistake, you must be punished. I've crippled your martial arts. Go back and tell your sect leader that if I ever catch you meddling in the secular world again, the Eagle Claw Sect will cease to exist."

Though stripped of their powers, the three men didn't dare complain. Instead, they kowtowed repeatedly, thanking Ye Fei for his mercy. They quickly helped their comrade, whose dantian had been shattered and fled, leaving Zhang Wenyuan behind.

They would never have crossed paths with such a terrifying figure if it weren't for him. If not for Ye Fei's warning, they might have even considered wiping out the Zhang family.

The series of events left the remaining three in shock. Zhang Wenyuan grew increasingly terrified, cursing Song Renhui in his heart. If only he had delivered that message, none of this would have happened.

Meanwhile, Song Xuan's admiration for Ye Fei deepened, her gaze growing more intense and tender. The age-old adage "beauty loves the hero" held, especially for someone like Song Xuan, who already harbored feelings for him.

As for Song Ci, she was utterly awestruck by her master's prowess. After staring at Ye Fei for a moment, she pointed at Zhang Wenyuan, who was trying to sneak away, and asked, "Master, what should we do with him?"

"Break his limbs, but leave one leg so he can crawl back," Ye Fei instructed calmly. Since they had been so blind, he'd make sure they'd never forget this lesson. Besides, it would ensure Zhang Wenyuan's hatred for Song Renhui. As for whether the Zhang and Song families would feud over this, Ye Fei didn't care. The only people he cared about in the Song family were Song Xuan, Song Ci, and perhaps Song Renzong.

Song Ci hesitated for a moment but quickly understood her master's intent. Her eyes gleamed with newfound ferocity. Once a timid girl who struggled to even land a punch, Song Ci discovered her violent streak after beating up Song Renhui under Ye Fei's guidance.

"Heh, a brand-new cripple and eunuch is about to be born," Song Ci said with a wicked grin as she strode toward the terrified Zhang Wenyuan.

"You can't do this to me! I'm from the Zhang family!" Zhang Wenyuan cried out, but before he could finish, Song Ci kicked his right leg, snapping it. He collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

Song Ci showed no mercy. After breaking both his arms, she stomped on his groin, the pain so excruciating that Zhang Wenyuan passed out.

Song Ci was no longer the girl who struggled to bruise someone's face. With just a few precise moves, she had crippled three of Zhang Wenyuan's limbs. Though not as permanently as Ye Fei's strikes, even if healed, Zhang Wenyuan would never regain full strength. And as for his manhood, Song Ci's final kick had destroyed it, creating a eunuch.

After dealing with Zhang Wenyuan, Song Ci seemed unsatisfied. Her gaze inadvertently drifted toward Ye Fei's lower body, causing him to instinctively tighten his legs. He chuckled nervously, "Don't worry, Master. I won't target you. My aunt would never let me live it down."

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"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Xuan's face flushed bright red. Her niece had a knack for saying the most outrageous things, making it seem like her feelings for Ye Fei were based on that.

But, well, he was quite impressive. That day in the elevator, she had felt it—strong enough to make her ache a little.

Her niece's words sent Song Xuan's thoughts spiraling. Now, recalling the elevator incident, the initial discomfort had faded, replaced by a subtle sweetness she couldn't quite ignore.

Watching her aunt's dreamy expression and noticing how Ye Fei gazed at her with such gentleness, Song Ci, ever the perceptive one, chimed in, "I'll leave you two alone."

She stepped out of the office but didn't go far, positioning herself by the door like a guard, ensuring no one would disturb them.