Chapter 25: The Elegant Brother—Olige

Lu Ye followed Su Qianqian’s gaze and saw Su Zijun leading a group of men across the street toward them. Each of them had a scarf covering half their face, their clothing uniform, and their sleeves bulging suspiciously with concealed weapons. Judging by their appearance, they certainly weren’t here to celebrate a wedding. Lu Ye’s mind raced.

Su Zijun’s biological father was Zhang Boquan, and he himself was a main player in the Su Group power struggle. Now, it was almost certain he had thrown his lot in completely with the Hongying Society.

What Lu Ye hadn’t expected was that Hongying Society would send him to spearhead today’s charge.

Without drawing attention to himself, Lu Ye stepped forward, shielding Su Qianqian behind him.

Su Zijun swaggered forward, shouting, “Lu Ye, I brought my brothers here today to show our support. Why are you standing guard like this? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Move aside! We’re coming in to drink your wedding wine!”

With the Hongying Society backing him, Su Zijun no longer feared Lu Ye.

Lu Ye laughed wildly. “This wedding wine of mine isn’t for just any bastard to drink!”

Su Zijun’s face darkened as he threatened, “I’m coming in today whether you like it or not. Think you can stop me?”

“You’re welcome to try,” Lu Ye replied, calm as ever.

Su Zijun raised his right hand in a signal to charge. Instantly, dozens of gleaming weapons slid from the sleeves of his men.

“Charge! If you see Su Shiming or Lin Zhongze, take them out on the spot!”

Even as the mob rushed forward, Lu Ye stood unwavering at the hotel entrance. Beside him, Su Qianqian’s face drained of color. “Lu Ye, be careful!”

At that moment, several dark figures shot out from the banquet hall, intercepting the attackers with no hesitation. On closer look, it was Meng the Beauty and a few of his men.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The sounds of bones and tendons snapping rang out in succession at the hotel’s entrance. Meng the Beauty and his crew fought with unparalleled ferocity, their external martial arts pushed to the utmost—these were truly fearsome characters.

The skills they wielded were not flashy acrobatics from television, but lethal techniques forged for killing.

Who knew where Meng the Beauty had found such experts—each one a master in their own right.

Within three to five minutes, Su Zijun’s group was beaten back in utter disarray, forcing him to call for a halt!

Meng the Beauty immediately regrouped his team, forming a defensive line before Lu Ye and Su Qianqian, ready to strike at any moment.

Lu Ye mocked coolly, “Is that all? Did Hongying Society send you idiots just to be slaughtered?”

Though defeated in the first round, Su Zijun showed no discouragement; in fact, he laughed maniacally. “Ha! These are just our opening moves! Lu Ye, for the humiliation and beating you gave me, I’ll make you pay twice over today. Soon, I’ll make you beg for death and watch helplessly as I ravage Su Qianqian in every way imaginable!”

At these words, Su Qianqian shuddered—not from Su Zijun’s threats, but from the chill that seemed to emanate from Lu Ye at her side, so cold it could freeze bone. Never had she seen such a murderous and savage look in Lu Ye’s eyes. The moment Su Zijun directed his malice toward her, Lu Ye’s heart had already pronounced his death sentence.

“Brother Guess, it’s your turn!” Su Zijun sneered, slowly retreating with his crew. At the same time, another group stepped forward to take their place.

At their head was a bald man, his arms covered in tattoos, bare-chested and burly—no less imposing than Meng the Beauty.

Meng the Beauty seemed to recognize the man, a look of difficulty crossing his face.

“That’s the Muay Thai champion, Sangchai. He retired from the ring five years ago. I didn’t expect Hongying Society to recruit him. The rest must be his disciples.”

Lu Ye chuckled. “You’re worried about one Muay Thai champion?”

Meng the Beauty spat. “Nonsense! I’ll knock every last tooth out of his mouth!”

Without another word, Meng the Beauty launched himself at Sangchai, while his brothers dragged the champion’s disciples into a chaotic brawl.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The savage force of Muay Thai manifested fully in Sangchai’s onslaught. His brutal, relentless attacks collided head-on with Meng the Beauty’s wild techniques, the heavy blows echoing non-stop.

Meng the Beauty’s moves were unorthodox, but his one famed technique was the Iron Shirt. Sangchai’s fists and kicks landed on him as if striking an iron plate, leaving him unharmed.

Instead, Meng the Beauty’s punches, each packing hundreds of pounds of force, made Sangchai cry out in pain—he had none of Meng the Beauty’s resilience, and the unpredictability of Meng the Beauty’s wild style was impossible to guard against.

Meng the Beauty was gaining the upper hand, but his brothers were outnumbered and gradually started to falter. One of them, caught off-balance by a kick to the back during a group assault, fell dangerously to the ground.

Lu Ye was just about to jump in when Meng the Beauty suddenly seized on a mistake from Sangchai, grabbed his ankle with one hand, swung him around like a windmill, and flung him straight at the cluster around his brother.

Crash!

Sangchai’s massive body flattened two of his own disciples.

The brother who’d been in danger managed to catch his breath and leapt back into the fight.

Meng the Beauty laughed. “Boss, it’s your big day! If you can, just stay on the sidelines and enjoy the show!”

Seeing he still had the energy to joke, Lu Ye relaxed a little, smiling as he nodded. “Thanks for your hard work. I’ll have a few extra drinks with you later.”

“Absolutely!”

Su Qianqian was stunned. She’d always known Meng the Beauty called Lu Ye “Boss,” but she had never imagined Meng the Beauty was strong enough to go toe-to-toe with a Muay Thai champion.

Just how formidable was Lu Ye, to have such a powerhouse as his subordinate?

Lu Ye saw her dazed expression and thought she was frightened by the violence. He gently comforted her, “Honey, this is a bit bloody. Why don’t you head back to the banquet hall and stay with Mom and Dad?”

Su Qianqian suddenly shook her head and smiled, “I’m fine! This is thrilling!”

With that, she cupped her hands to her mouth and cheered on Meng the Beauty.

“Go, Big Brother Beauty—crush him!”

“Kick him in the groin—yes, right there!”

“Hit his jewels, hit his jewels! There go his jewels!”

Lu Ye was dumbfounded.

Damn, is my wife a bit violent? So she likes the brute type, huh? Hmm, looks like I’ll need to show off in front of her soon and earn myself a “You’re so handsome!” too.

Sangchai was no ordinary opponent. Meng the Beauty had to use all his strength to finally subdue him for good before turning to help his brothers.

Soon enough, the second round was won. Although Meng the Beauty’s group had taken some hits, their opponents were in far worse shape, and now the pressure shifted back to Su Zijun.

This time, Su Qianqian took the initiative to taunt him. “Is that it? Muay Thai champion? Su Zijun, is this really the best you can do? My husband hasn’t even taken action yet and all your people are down!”

Lu Ye felt a surge of pride. The way Su Qianqian called him “husband” went straight to his bones—such a sweet feeling.

Su Zijun’s face turned from red to pale—he’d lost even with Sangchai’s team. But he still had a card up his sleeve.

“You were just lucky in the first two rounds. In the third, you won’t get another chance!”

“Senior Bai Jin, please—show them your skill!”

Stepping forward was an older man with a thin mustache, dressed in a white Tang suit, wearing cloth shoes, and carrying a black umbrella. The crowd parted as he approached, fixing his gaze on Meng the Beauty.

Meng the Beauty trembled. “Boss, that’s Bai Jin, number two on the assassin rankings. I hate to admit it, but I’m no match for him.”

Bai Jin sneered, “At least you know your limits, big guy.”

Su Zijun swaggered up next to Bai Jin and said arrogantly, “The Hongying Society knew Meng the Beauty, number three on the assassin list, is now your follower, so we brought in Bai Jin, number two, to suppress you. Surprised?”

“Lu Ye, do you finally admit defeat? Have you any tricks left?”

But to his surprise, Lu Ye clenched his fists excitedly, his face alight with anticipation.

“Hahaha! At last, I finally get a chance to show off!”

“Honey, watch carefully. Your man is about to perform a godly feat!”

Just as he was about to step forward, another graceful figure blocked his way, laughing softly. “Little brother, it’s bad luck to spill blood on your wedding day. Let your big sister handle this one.”