Justice May Be Delayed, but Ye Qing's Slap Never Is

In the corner behind Yu Feng, a young waitress in a cheongsam was curled up in a ball.

Her cheongsam had a long tear at the shoulder, revealing her fair skin and the lining underneath.

Her face was streaked with tears of terror, her hands were tightly clutching her body, and she was trembling all over.

Ye Qing narrowed her eyes slightly.

He recognized the waiter.

Xiaohong.

He had just transmigrated to this world, all alone and penniless, and worked as Gathering Immortals Pavilion restaurant.

At that time, he was young, short, and couldn't even hold a plate steadily.

The kitchen staff thought he was in the way, and the waiters laughed at him for being clumsy.

It was Sister Hong who spoke up for him and taught him how to do things.

He had nothing back then.

Xiaohong was one of the few people who had ever helped him.

Seeing this, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Xiaohong, what happened?"

Hearing this voice, Xiaohong, who was curled up, raised her head with teary eyes.

The moment their eyes met, she froze for a moment, then her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Little... Little Qing?"

It's me.

Ye Qing's tone was very gentle. "Don't be afraid, it's alright now. Tell me what happened?"

Xiaohong sobbed as she explained the reason in broken sentences.

It turned out that Ma Hongjun had come out of the next private room drunk and saw her as he walked down the corridor.

He mumbled something drunk, like "The girl is pretty," and then grabbed her.

She was terrified and struggled desperately, shouting "Let me go!" and "Help!"

But Ma Hongjun not only didn't let go, he even tried to tear off her clothes.

That's when the shoulder of the cheongsam was torn.

She thought tonight was over.

Suddenly, a young man with a flushed face rushed out from the end of the corridor; it was Yu Feng.

He shoved Ma Hongjun aside, and the two began arguing.

Ye Qing listened to the whole thing.

His expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

But those who know him know that...

The calmer Ye Qing appears, the more dangerous he is.

He slowly stood up.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Ma Hongjun.

Those eyes were devoid of any warmth.

"Lingling, Ning Rongrong."

His voice was flat, almost frighteningly so. "Take care of her for me first."

"Good!"

Ye Lingling immediately stepped forward, took off her outer garment, and draped it over Xiaohong's shoulders with gentle and careful movements.

"Don't be afraid, come with me, everything's alright now."

Ning Rongrong also squatted down and helped Xiaohong up.

But as she stood up, she glanced back at Ye Qing, gritted her teeth, and said angrily, "Brother Ye Qing, you must teach this lawless, lewd, fat bastard a lesson!"

Ye Lingling remained silent.

But those eyes, usually as gentle as a pool of spring water, were now filled with anger.

She was never one to wear her emotions on her sleeve.

But some things crossed the line.

Ye Qing nodded.

"Rest assured."

The air in the corridor suddenly turned cold.

Ma Hongjun hiccuped, his eyes blurry with drunkenness as he looked at the group of people who had suddenly appeared.

He mumbled incoherently, "You... hiccup... what are you doing... I'm just having a good time, what's wrong with that..."

Yu Feng laughed, "Happy?"

"You touch a defenseless girl inappropriately, tear her clothes, and you call that fun?"

Ma Hongjun was so drunk that his mind was completely muddled, and he couldn't distinguish right from wrong at all.

He waved his hand and muttered, "Hiccup... You're making a mountain out of a molehill. I'm Soul Master, it's her honor to serve me."

"You fat bastard, you're asking for it!"

Yu Feng couldn't take it anymore and raised his hand to hit him.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

A low shout came from the other end of the corridor.

The footsteps were both hurried and heavy.

Dai Mubai and Oscar rushed out from the stairwell.

They were drowning their sorrows in the next private room when they heard the commotion in the hallway and rushed over.

Dai Mubai glanced around the scene.

Ma Hongjun was so drunk he was staggering around. Ye Qing and a group of members from the Imperial Fighting Team stood in front of him, surrounding him menacingly.

Dai Mubai's face instantly darkened.

He strode forward, pulled Ma Hongjun behind him, and stood in front of him with a cold face.

"Who dares to touch my brother?"

Soul Power began to surge unconsciously.

Although he did not release his Martial Soul, his aura had already risen.

Oscar followed and stood next to Dai Mubai.

His expression was hesitant, as if he felt this matter wasn't so simple.

But his brothers had all stepped forward, so he couldn't stand back.

Dai Mubai recognized Yu Feng and Dugu Yan behind Ye Qing as members of the Imperial Fighting Team.

The humiliation of being crushed on the field during the day surged up instantly, mingling with the anger of his brothers being surrounded, burning into a raging fire.

"Imperial Fighting Team?"

Dai Mubai scoffed, his tone sarcastic.

"Winning during the day wasn't enough, now you're causing trouble at night?"

"Just because you won the game doesn't mean you think we're easy to bully!"

He took a step forward, his imposing aura overwhelming.

"You bullied my brother, have you thought about the consequences?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Feng immediately exploded.

"Bullshit!"

"Who told your good buddy to get drunk and start touching that girl inappropriately, tearing at her clothes!"

"I stepped in to stop him, and he's become the victim?"

Dai Mubai completely ignored Yu Feng, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Qing.

"I don't care what happened, it's none of your business to lecture my brother."

Dai Mubai didn't waste any more words.

One of his strengths is that he acts decisively and never hesitates.

Of course, from another perspective, this is also a drawback.

"Shut the fuck up! You messed with my brother, you gotta pay for it!"

Dai Mubai suddenly exerted force with his feet!

He was like a tiger pouncing on its prey, rushing straight towards the Yu Feng.

The fist, imbued with Soul Power, shot out with incredible speed and ferocity.

Dai Mubai's goal is very clear.

First, take down Yu Feng, who's standing between him and Ma Hongjun, as a warning to others.

Yu Feng never expected Dai Mubai to dare to make a move right there in the restaurant.

He wasn't fully sober yet; his mind had caught up, but his body was a beat slower.

He watched helplessly as the punch, carrying a powerful gust of wind, hurtled towards him, already right in front of his nose.

A hand appeared out of thin air!

With fingers spread, he precisely gripped Dai Mubai's fist from the side.

Snap!

A crisp sound.

His fist was clenched tightly.

"!!!"

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply.

Ye Qing had already reached Yu Feng's side.

He held Dai Mubai's fist in his right hand and stood there, his posture excessively casual.

It was as easy as picking up a pebble from the roadside.

Dai Mubai instinctively tried to pull his fist back.

But I can't pull it out.

No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't budge.

Those five fingers gripped his fist, their iron clamp-like strength locking it firmly, preventing his wrist from moving an inch.

Dai Mubai's expression changed instantly.

He is Soul Master with the top-tier Martial Soul Evil-Eyed White Tiger.

A top-tier power-type Soul Master among Power Attack System Soul Master.

This punch, infused with Soul Power, was caught by someone with a single hand.

The other person didn't even move an inch.

"Brother Ye!"

Yu Feng snapped out of his daze, breaking out in a cold sweat.

That fist was less than three inches from his nose.

If no one had stopped him, his face would be a bloody mess by now.

He excitedly pointed at Ma Hongjun behind Dai Mubai and shouted, "Brother Ye, that fat guy over there just tried to force himself on that waitress and even tore her clothes!"

"I stopped him, and then all three of them rushed at me!"

"The people from Shrek are indeed of very low quality."

Ye Qing took a step forward.

"It seems you won't know how to behave unless you're taught a lesson."

Dai Mubai's face turned ashen, and he was about to explode, his head throbbing with rage.

Then he saw what was behind Ye Qing.

One by one, figures emerged from the depths of the corridor.

Dugu Yan crossed her arms, her emerald green eyes so cold they could freeze.

Osler stepped out of the shadows, the aura of his Ghost Leopard Martial Soul faintly visible.

The two brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, stood side by side, their identical expressionless faces screaming three words: "Don't mess with them."

All members of the Imperial Fighting Team have arrived.

Dai Mubai's expression changed again.

Ye Qing made a move.

He was so fast that Dai Mubai didn't even have time to assume a defensive stance.

Raise your right hand.

Spread your fingers.

He pressed his hand against Dai Mubai's face.

Place your palms against your face, and your fingertips on your forehead.

Boom!!!

Dai Mubai was slammed face-first into the corridor wall.

The wall cracked.

Gravel flew everywhere.

Cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, creating a dense spiderweb pattern on the wall.

"Hmm!"

Dai Mubai groaned, the back of his head embedded in the shattered wall, his face covered in rubble and dust.

The world spun around him, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't even see Ye Qing's face clearly, only a pair of extremely cold eyes remained.

Upon seeing this scene, Ma Hongjun sobered up considerably.

Ma Hongjun was sobered up considerably by the fright.

He looked at the row of people in the corridor, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Oscar knew he was in trouble and cursed himself inwardly, "I knew something was wrong, why did I follow you?!"

"Little Ao, run!!!"

Ma Hongjun shouted something and then turned and ran.

But he didn't even run two steps.

My collar was grabbed from behind by a hand.

Why are you running?

Ye Qing's voice came from behind, carrying a chilling calmness.

"Weren't you just 'playing around' here? Why did you stop?"

Ma Hongjun's face turned pale instantly.

Oscar had originally planned to slip away during the chaos.

He's a support-type Soul Master, and he's genuinely not good at fighting.

But before he could take his first step, he felt a cold gaze fixed on his back.

That gaze seemed to say: You want to run away too?

Oscar stood rooted to the spot.