Vivi Is Not Someone You Can Call?

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Chen's body reacted faster than his brain, swerving to the side.

He dodged the opponent's vicious strike.

The man held a blood-stained fruit knife, his eyes wide and bulging, his face twisted in a mask of murderous intent!

Ye Chen also caught sight of a pregnant woman nearby, wounded and slumped on the ground.

Her condition did not look good.

Ye Chen frowned.

Was this man just a drunkard throwing a tantrum?

Who the hell stabs people while drunk?

Is this even human behavior?

It was an indiscriminate attack, too.

The mother-and-baby store was full of pregnant women and children; it was far too dangerous.

And that injured pregnant woman—he had no idea how she was doing.

He had to subdue this madman as quickly as possible!

While keeping a close eye on the man's movements, Ye Chen tried his best to lure the drunkard toward an area with fewer people.

Just then, someone in the store exclaimed, "Oh my god! Isn't that the lunatic who kidnapped a female celebrity a few years ago? He'd see any woman and claim she loved him, that she was his woman. It sounded like some kind of erotomania. It made the headlines back then—how was he released? This is terrifying!"

"It really looks like that madman. Oh god, this is horrible! Has his condition gotten worse? How could they let someone like this out? Something terrible is going to happen, someone's going to die! Call the police, call an ambulance!" another person in the store said in terror.

The women and children inside were trembling with fear, daring only to call for help but not taking a single step out of the store.

Outside.

"Ah! You beast, how dare you touch my woman! I'll kill you!" The drunkard roared, raised his knife, and lunged toward Ye Chen's abdomen.

Ye Chen had been prepared; he wasn't flustered in the slightest.

In this state, ten of these drunkards wouldn't be a match for him.

But if this had been an ordinary person, they surely would have been left with several gaping holes by now.

Ye Chen easily evaded the attack.

Was this damn drunkard stabbing everyone he saw? Had he been drinking fake booze laced with Lost Heart Powder?

He was screaming for blood the moment he arrived.

After all, Su Ningwei and this man clearly had absolutely nothing to do with each other.

Ye Chen couldn't possibly suspect Su Ningwei, and he hadn't touched any other women either.

But he couldn't just let this drunkard insult him for nothing; he had to use him as a practice dummy and let him taste the power of Unlimited Combat.

After all, the madman had brought his madness right to his doorstep.

"Go to hell! What the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell is interested in your woman?" Ye Chen raised his long leg.

With a swift, accurate, and ruthless kick, he struck the drunkard in the groin.

Ye Chen's current physique was more than enough to crush the man, so he didn't need to let out any strange shouts to intimidate him.

His coolness factor soared.

With a clatter, the fruit knife fell to the ground.

"Ah! Damn it..." The drunkard let out a pained cry, clutching his crotch tightly as he collapsed to his knees.

Ye Chen hadn't held back at all; the force was immense, shattering the drunkard's "little quail eggs" and turning him into a modern-day eunuch.

Anyone who could bring themselves to attack a pregnant woman didn't deserve to be called human.

"Screw you! This kick is for that pregnant woman!" Ye Chen slammed his foot into the drunkard's chest.

He switched feet and kicked again. "And this one is for the baby in her belly, you lunatic."

The drunkard had two ribs snapped instantly. He rolled on the ground, groaning in agony while cursing, "You... you beast, you don't dare to own up to it. Don't think that just because you deleted the photos from the garage, I wouldn't know. You and my woman, Weiwei, already have a child, yet you claim you haven't touched her. Even if Weiwei was wearing a hat and mask, I could recognize her at a glance."

"What did you say?" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Had he heard that right?

Who was this drunkard talking about?

What photos?

Ye Chen hadn't expected this wasn't an indiscriminate attack; the man was actually targeting him. If he really wanted to kill him, the situation changed—he had to pay him back in kind.

The drunkard spat out a mouthful of blood, grinned through the pain, and said maniacally, "I said my woman is Su Ningwei, and she loves me the most! Are you deaf? You beast, stealing my love, you shameless bastard! You ambushed me, you lowlife..."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes dangerously and walked toward the drunkard.

"You, don't come over..." Seeing Ye Chen approach, the drunkard felt a surge of fear, kicking his legs and scrambling backward while baring his teeth.

Whatever courage the alcohol had given him had long since been kicked out of him by Ye Chen's two blows.

Looking at the expression in Ye Chen's eyes, the drunkard was truly terrified.

"Hah." Ye Chen laughed in extreme anger, a cold sneer escaping his lips.

He really dared to say that; was this guy a lunatic?

After downing a few drops of liquid courage, he actually dared to slander Su Ningwei's reputation and even brandish a knife. He truly didn't know what it meant to fear death.

Had he known this would be the situation, he should have just backhanded the drunkard and stabbed him to death the moment he pulled the blade.

Such a person could not be left alive; there was no need to show mercy.

Who knew what kind of deranged things this drunkard might do the next time he got intoxicated?

What if he ended up hurting Su Ningwei and the baby?

Ye Chen raised his hand and struck the drunkard hard across the mouth.

The drunkard's face instantly swelled red from the slap, and the corner of his mouth split open, spilling blood.

"You don't hit a man in the face! You have no martial honor! You beast, you aren't worthy of Weiwei at all; Weiwei is mine!" The drunkard clutched his face, grimacing in pain.

"Is 'Weiwei' a name you're allowed to call? I'm not hitting a person; I'm hitting a shameless, foul-mouthed mad dog. Weiwei has been mine from beginning to end. How could trash as ugly and useless as you have anything to do with her? You're just a lunatic, and everything is nothing more than your own delusions."

As Ye Chen spoke, he struck the drunkard across the mouth once more.

"Damn you! I'll kill you! I'm not a lunatic, this isn't a delusion, you're lying! Weiwei loves me, all the women in the world love me, you bastard, you should just die!"

As if his sore spot had been stepped on, the drunkard scrambled up with bloodshot eyes, grabbed the fruit knife from the floor, and lunged it fiercely toward Ye Chen's chest.

Ye Chen calmly stepped back half a pace, his lips curling slightly.

He had been waiting for this exact moment.

Ye Chen grabbed the drunkard's wrist that held the knife.

With a light twist.

The fruit knife turned around.

It sank directly into the drunkard's chest.

A single strike hit the drunkard's vital point.

The drunkard's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Ye Chen clearly looked refined, clean-cut, and easy to deal with.

Why was he so agile?

How could his strength be so great?

Damn it! He had been so close to killing that bastard Ye Chen...

The light in the drunkard's eyes gradually faded away.

Ye Chen's knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine allowed him to strike with extreme precision.

As long as the fruit knife wasn't pulled out, there wouldn't be a massive spray of blood.

The blood merely spread quietly, staining a patch of the drunkard's chest red.