Chapter 67: Stay Alive
Ye Qinghe’s low growl erupted in the confined space like a thunderclap out of nowhere.
It struck fear deep into the hearts of those present.
Before she could make sense of what was happening, Ye Zhibai felt a pair of delicate hands wrap around her waist, shielding her from danger.
It was Yun’er.
She had arrived right after her father appeared!
And not only that, Guang Yu was standing on the other side, holding a jar of mustard with a fierce expression on her little face, positioning herself parallel to Yun’er.
The two of them looked exactly like guardian gods protecting Ye Zhibai!
One tall, one short, and two different species, but isn’t that a normal combination for guardians?
For now, these girls could retreat from the scene and observe.
Because it was time for a father to step up.
Ye Qinghe’s Indestructible Grip* caught the guy with the curly hair completely off guard!
Not because of how sudden it was. But because of how much it hurt!
[*” Indestructible Grip (不灭之握 Bùmiè Zhī Wò)”: A technique that suggests overwhelming strength, often making the user seem invincible.]
Ye Qinghe squeezed the man’s wrist with such force that the bones creaked under the pressure.
Is this even a hand?! the curly-haired guy thought in disbelief, It’s like a pair of pliers! How is he so strong?!
Even the thug, who feared nothing, was now letting out pitiful cries for help, utterly losing his nerve.
“It hurts!! Damn it, I was wrong! Let go! You’re going to break my arm! Brother Xu, help me!”
“Huh?”
The purple-haired guy had no idea what was going on either.
By now, Ye Qinghe’s towering figure had fully emerged.
He didn’t walk around the bamboo; instead, he walked straight through it, completely ignoring the dense bamboo stalks, his face dark as iron.
Unyielding and cold!
Standing at 1.85 meters tall, Ye Qinghe loomed over the two thugs like a tiger towering over chicks.
With a sudden jerk, Ye Qinghe flung the curly-haired man’s arm away.
The guy flew back like a kite with a broken string, crashing directly onto the sofa!
“Ouch! Ow…he hit me! He hit me!! Somebody help!”
The curly-haired guy wasn’t stupid; it wasn’t his first time getting beat up on the streets.
The best way to protect himself in such a situation was to yell loudly and establish himself as the victim.
But this time, no matter how much he yelled, none of the diners in the restaurant looked his way.
Everyone continued eating and chatting as if this space was completely cut off from the rest of the world.
And in fact, it was.
Ye Zhibai turned her head just in time to see Guang Yu’s other hand, the one not holding the mustard jar, surrounded by a faint blue glow.
The little fox brought her fingers to her lips and blew softly. The blue light scattered with the wind, and she gave Ye Zhibai a playful peace sign.
Guang Yu: Ta-da! I created a barrier that blocks perception~ No one can notice us now. If we’re going to fight, we’ve got to do it on stage, right? I’ve seen it on TV!
Ye Zhibai: Nice, Guangyu!
Ye Zhibai’s biggest worry was that if a real fight broke out and the thugs turned the tables, her father’s reputation would be tarnished.
But Guang Yu had hit the nail on the head, solving the biggest problem!
Ye Qinghe, of course, didn’t know why no one was paying attention to the commotion.
But as the seasoned chairman of the Ye Corporation, he had already thought of several contingency plans in his mind.
Now, it seemed, none of them were necessary.
No matter.
All Ye Qinghe wanted right now was to teach this punk a lesson, regardless of the cost.
When Ye Qinghe’s weathered face turned serious, his natural, deeply ingrained aura of authority became almost tangible.
He stared coldly at the curly-haired thug, who was still whining, and his previously cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
“Uncouth brat… You’ve got a filthy mouth. My daughter came over to reason with you out of the kindness of her heart, and you two idiots, what the hell’s wrong with your brains?”
Ye Qinghe half-turned his head, and in an instant, his gaze softened when it fell on his daughter.
“Zhibai, explain what’s going on.”
“Mm.”
Ye Zhibai calmly explained the situation.
As she spoke, Ye Qinghe’s expression grew darker and darker, though there was a trace of relief in his eyes.
Zhibai had stood up for Lin Zihan?
Zhibai, who used to never speak out for anyone, was now standing up for a friend. This would have been unimaginable in the past.
Once Ye Zhibai finished her explanation, the curly-haired thug, who was quick to adapt to the situation, immediately caved in.
He bowed his head and apologized to Ye Qinghe, “I’m sorry! Uncle! I-I-I was just talking nonsense! I didn’t mean it, really!”
Ye Qinghe didn’t soften just because the thug apologized.
He simply glanced down at him and coldly left him with a warning.
“Kid, I’ve got your face memorized. If I hear about you running your mouth again, I’ll take an arm off. Got it?”
“Got it…got it!”
The curly-haired thug couldn’t even feel his arm anymore.
He understood very well that the man before him was no joke, likely someone from the underworld, and he wasn’t bluffing.
Goodness… Ye Zhibai was slowly coming to realize something.
Yun’er sometimes showed off her incredibly cool side, and it was definitely inherited from their father’s genes!
It seemed that the Ye family DNA wasn’t just good-looking.
Sigh, it seemed like things were resolving pretty smoothly… The two of them were smart enough to know when to back down.
Now all that was left was to have them apologize for gossiping about Lin Zihan, and everything would be peacefully resolved.
“Rat! I was wrong about you. When we get back to school, we’re done. You coward.”
The purple-haired thug!!
Are you out of your mind, you reckless brat?!
The curly-haired guy had already backed down, but the purple-haired guy couldn’t stand his buddy’s behavior.
He crossed his legs, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, stuck one in his mouth, and looked as if nothing in the world could faze him.
That’s how he acted in school, where he bullied everyone.
But just as he was about to light his cigarette to boost his courage… His lighter flew out of his hand!
Along with the cigarette in his mouth, both were slapped to the ground!
Of course…his face wasn’t spared either.
His head snapped to the side, and a stinging pain bloomed on his cheek.
On his face was a clear handprint—Ye Qinghe’s!
I got slapped?
Ye Qinghe had slapped him so fast, and now he was patting his hands, speaking coldly.
“The restaurant has a no-smoking policy.”
“Damn it, old man, are you asking for death?!”
It was a real fight now!
Ye Zhibai said, “Yun’er, should we help… “
Yun’er responded, “Wait! What if the curly-haired guy joins in again? Wouldn’t Dad be in trouble, having to face them both?”
But Yun’er didn’t move.
She even pulled Ye Zhibai further away from the scene, strolling casually.
Just as Ye Zhibai was feeling confused, a pained scream rang out from behind her!
“Ahhhh!!!”
She quickly turned her head.
There, she saw the purple-haired thug pinned to the ground by her father in a slick arm lock, his arm bent at a terrible angle!
Judging by the look of shock and agony on the purple-haired guy’s face, and the terror in the curly-haired guy’s expression as he stood nearby…
The fight was over.
Yet it had only been a few breaths since it started!
Yun’er sat back at her table, poured Ye Zhibai a cup of tea, and handed it to her before laughing leisurely.
“Hm? You weren’t worried that Dad would feel pressured, were you, Sis? Hahaha…don’t be. Back in the day, our dad was the national Sanda champion. I heard he even served in the military before marrying Mom? Pfft… He’s rumored to have killed a bear with his bare hands, Sis, so you really don’t need to worry about him. But…why hasn’t anyone called 120 with all this commotion? Is that guy going to die? Oh well, even if he does… Sis, drink your tea, don’t mind it.”
“……”
Please don’t die!
Well, it seemed the Ye family DNA wasn’t just handsome.
It was ruthless too!
Listening to the purple-haired thug’s howls of pain and the curly-haired guy’s terrified squeals…
Ye Zhibai calmly took a sip of tea.
Good luck, thugs.
At least, try to survive (laughs).
(It’s the beginning of the month again! I wish everyone a happy National Day holiday! Well, it’s customary for Little Beixing to ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month… Oh, thank you all so much! Every monthly ticket is motivation for more updates!)
