My Stuff, Why Should I Give It To You?

Wei Xuanfeng left the house, intending to head straight for the county yamen.

He was going to report to the Demon Suppression Directorate, and according to procedure, he first had to go to the yamen to complete the handover.

But the moment he stepped outside, he spotted a familiar figure at the wonton stall by his doorstep.

Wei Zhaoting, Su Chenlu's fiancé.

He had thick brows, large eyes, and a burly build. Dressed in black, he was somewhat handsome.

And Wei Zhaoting had clearly spotted Wei Xuanfeng as well.

Wei Zhaoting's eyes lit up. He hurriedly set down his wontons and walked toward him.

Ever since he had heard that Wei Xuanfeng, as the descendant of a loyal martyr, could join the Demon Suppression Directorate directly, his heart had been full of resentment.

Having practiced martial arts for years, he knew better than anyone what a tremendous blessing it was to join the Demon Suppression Directorate.

Even becoming its lowest-ranking blade constable would grant one a status far above that of a county yamen runner.

But why should Wei Xuanfeng get this opportunity?

Just because his father had died?

That wasn't fair!

If necessary, he could lose a father too!

But rules were rules. He didn't dare criticize the Demon Suppression Directorate.

That was why he had begged his fiancée, Su Chenlu, to ask Wei Xuanfeng for the identity token.

Over the years, whenever Su Chenlu spoke gently to Wei Xuanfeng and dropped him the slightest hint, he would voluntarily hand over his monthly salary without end for Wei Zhaoting to spend as he pleased.

Wei Zhaoting had long grown used to it, and was even filled with contempt for Wei Xuanfeng.

Just a toad dreaming of swan meat!

"Hey, Su Chenlu came looking for you yesterday, didn't she?" Wei Zhaoting blocked Wei Xuanfeng's path, his tone imperious. "Now hurry up and give me the Demon Suppression Directorate token."

"Huh? She did come looking for me. Aren't you curious where your fiancée is now?" Wei Xuanfeng did not feel much hostility toward the original owner's romantic rival.

He even felt a touch of sympathy and pity for him.

"She came to see you, so naturally she went home afterward." Wei Zhaoting took it for granted, his face showing a little more patience. "Don't worry. I'll remember this favor over the token. Once I rise to great heights, you'll certainly have your share of benefits."

"Later on..." Wei Xuanfeng's expression turned strange. "You're actually quite a nice guy, huh."

"Quit kissing my ass. Hand over the token."

"Token? What token?"

"The identity token issued by the Demon Suppression Directorate. Are you deaf?" Wei Zhaoting's brows shot up, his tone turning hostile.

Wei Xuanfeng smiled. "Why should I give you my belongings?"

"Because you're trash! Giving you that slot is a waste!" Wei Zhaoting stepped forward, looking fierce. "You think being a yamen runner means everyone is afraid of you? With your cultivation, if you weren't wearing that yamen dogskin, you'd have been beaten to death long ago. And you still want to join the Demon Suppression Directorate? Hand it over now, or else..."

"Or else what?" Wei Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes, his tone curt.

"Or else, do you believe I'll beat you so badly you won't get out of bed for three months?" Wei Zhaoting grinned as he grabbed Wei Xuanfeng by the collar.

"Let go." Wei Xuanfeng's voice grew cold.

"Fuck, you've still got a hard mouth!"

Wei Zhaoting clenched his fist, planning to teach him a lesson.

He raised his right arm and drove an inch punch straight at Wei Xuanfeng's face.

After the entries had been added to his body, every one of Wei Xuanfeng's attributes had increased by ten points. With such extreme stats, his opponent's moves looked like slow motion to him.

He sidestepped and dodged, clamping both hands around the other man's wrist. His right leg swept out, and he pulled with the motion.

Crack!

Using the Black Dragon Grappling Hand taught by the yamen, he locked Wei Zhaoting firmly beneath him.

"Ah!!!"

Bone and flesh twisted out of place. Wei Zhaoting's scream echoed through the entire street, drawing countless vendors and passersby to watch.

"You... if you've got the guts, let me go!!" Wei Zhaoting's face was twisted in pain. He lay on the ground struggling to rise, yet could not muster a shred of strength! The strength he had once been so proud of seemed to have vanished into thin air at this moment!

Just as Wei Xuanfeng was about to dislocate his other arm, a sharp feminine cry rang out.

"Wei Xuanfeng, what are you doing?!" Su Chenlu limped out of the Wei residence. Seeing her fiancé pinned to the ground and beaten, she was instantly heartsick. "Let go! I said let go!"

Her voice immediately drew both men's attention.

Unwilling to lose face before his fiancée, Wei Zhaoting struggled desperately, only to feel as though the man behind him were a mountain, leaving him utterly unable to move.

"Surname Wei, you really do have good taste..." Wei Xuanfeng's eyes shifted as he gave a wicked grin. "Your fiancée is very..."

With that, he raised a foot and sent the utterly defenseless Wei Zhaoting flying with a kick.

He had not put lethal force into that kick. He merely made the man roll a few times.

He was no good man, but neither was he some bloodthirsty lunatic.

"Zhaoting..." At the sight of this, Su Chenlu's eyes immediately reddened.

She couldn't understand it. Why had her fiancé lost to Wei Xuanfeng, whose cultivation was lower than his?

Impossible!

Just as Su Chenlu was about to step forward to help him up, Wei Zhaoting stopped her with a shout.

"Chenlu, why are you here?! You... you... how did you come out of that beast's house?"

Wei Xuanfeng's words, along with his fiancée emerging from Wei Xuanfeng's home, gave Wei Zhaoting an ominous premonition in an instant.

It made him temporarily forget the agonizing pain in his arm as he stared at Su Chenlu in utter disbelief.

Hoping she could give him a reasonable explanation.

"Zhaoting... I... I..." Thinking of what had happened last night, Su Chenlu's lovely face instantly flushed crimson, leaving her unable to speak.

Wei Zhaoting looked at his fiancée's delicate face. Her brows and eyes seemed as though they had been nourished by something, carrying a seductive charm she had never possessed before.

Then he looked at the smug expression on Wei Xuanfeng's face...

As a man, he understood everything in an instant.

The humiliation of being cuckolded made him disregard his injuries as he charged at Wei Xuanfeng with a howl.

"Wei Xuanfeng! I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Even if he had to bite him, he would bite him to death!

Noticing the change in Wei Zhaoting's gaze, Wei Xuanfeng stopped grinning and joking around.

"Don't push your luck," he said coldly. "I only injured you just now. If we keep fighting, you'll lose your life!"

"I'll kill you, you beast... Pfft..."

How could Wei Zhaoting heed any warning? All he wanted now was to kill the other man.

Yet with a single side kick, Wei Xuanfeng sent him flying once more.

How could the gap be this huge...

Wasn't he only at the fifth level of the Martial Warrior Realm...

Thud!

With a dull crash, Wei Zhaoting fell stiffly to the ground. The clothes over his chest burst apart, his flesh split open.

Amid the flowing blood, stark white broken bones could faintly be seen.

"Folks, bear witness—I was only defending myself from beginning to end." Wei Xuanfeng had no intention of following Lu Zhishen's example. He immediately clasped his hands toward the merchants and passersby watching from all around.

"Zhaoting!" Seeing this, Su Chenlu immediately ran toward her fiancé.

"Su Chenlu, this is the man you chose? He might not be able to satisfy you..."

Wei Xuanfeng grabbed Su Chenlu's slender wrist.

He hadn't expected her to look so good even with clothes on, especially that heartbroken, fragile look on her face.

Her married-woman allure was simply off the charts.

"Let go!" Su Chenlu shouted furiously.

Wei Xuanfeng smiled and brazenly pinched her fair, tender cheek.

"Fine. If you can't get enough to eat in the future, remember to come find me. But if another man has touched you by then, do me a favor and stay the hell away."

With that, Wei Xuanfeng pushed through the crowd and strode away.

Su Chenlu stood rooted where she was, unable to come back to herself for a long while.

The Wei Xuanfeng just now was far too different from before!

He had actually dared to flirt with her!

But...

She couldn't even bring herself to be angry. She even felt a little...

"Miss, your fiancé is about to die. Hurry and take him to a clinic."

An elderly woman watching nearby spoke up, interrupting Su Chenlu's thoughts.

Her face immediately turned red, and she hurried over to Wei Zhaoting's side.

Looking at her gravely injured, unconscious fiancé, guilt flooded her heart.

Just as she was about to help him up, Wei Xuanfeng's words inexplicably surfaced in her mind.

For no reason at all, she didn't want to touch Wei Zhaoting...

"Could some kind sir lend me a hand..."

As if possessed, she did not help him up herself, but instead asked for assistance.