Martial Arts Hall Turmoil (2)

"Don't waste time. Didn't you want to show me your martial arts skill? Start right now!" After hearing Cui Jianhao's words, Dongfang Yinyin clearly had no desire to exchange pointless pleasantries with him and went straight to the point. "Heh heh, Yinyin, I like how straightforward and pure you are!" Cui Jianhao's smile began to look a little forced.

Dongfang Yinyin's emotionless tone gave Cui Jianhao a slight jolt. Though he was smiling on the surface, stormy waves had risen within his heart. But he quickly returned to normal. Smiling at Dongfang Yinyin, he took a deep breath, nodded to the trainees around him, and ordered, "Bring up the steel plates and let Yinyin inspect them!"

The trainees did as they were told.

At that moment, Pei Shao was very curious about why those trainees obeyed Cui Jianhao so readily. Were there really that many people in the martial arts hall who sucked up to the powerful? Once again taking advantage of Cui Jianhao's inattention, Dongfang Yinyin whispered into his ear, "See that? They're all thugs he keeps around to protect him in secret. He brings so many bodyguards with him, yet he still thinks he's some peerless master."

Pei Shao finally understood. What she meant was actually to hint that he should avoid provoking Cui Jianhao whenever he saw him in the future. However, Pei Shao failed to catch the implication and merely looked down on Cui Jianhao a little in his heart.

Very soon, urged on by Cui Jianhao, the trainees worked together efficiently to carry over three rectangular steel plates, each around two meters long and one meter wide. They stacked them atop one another on a rack over half a meter tall and invited Dongfang Yinyin to inspect them for any problems.

After Dongfang Yinyin examined them carefully and, like Pei Shao, still could not understand what he intended to do, Cui Jianhao stepped forward. With what he believed was a very manly, profound gaze, he looked into Dongfang Yinyin's eyes and smiled. "Yinyin, if I kick these steel plates in half with one kick, will you agree to go on a date with me? Hmm, how about that newly opened French restaurant? Their red wine is pretty good, and the foie gras is fresh too. Oh, right—would you prefer me to pick you up in my red Ferrari or my black Cadillac?" Once he finished, all the trainees behind him revealed expressions of envy and jealousy.

Dongfang Yinyin only heard the first half of what he said and automatically filtered out the rest. A look of surprise crossed her face. Pei Shao behind her, on the other hand, only cared about the latter half. As expected of some rich family's young master—even the way he talks is so damn arrogant. But he quickly came to his senses. What? Kick these steel plates apart with one kick? Is he serious? Together, those plates look nearly thicker than half a finger, and this guy says he'll break them with one kick! Those are steel plates!

Pei Shao thought this trip had truly not been wasted. He was actually going to witness such monstrous kung fu. It seemed Eastern Martial Arts Hall truly hid dragons and crouching tigers. Yet Dongfang Yinyin's heart was far less calm than she appeared.

She knew exactly what kind of person Cui Jianhao was. How could a playboy like him, who spent all day thinking about having fun, playing with women, and flaunting his status, possibly settle down and devote himself to martial arts training? Besides, even she was not fully confident that she could break steel plates of that combined thickness with a single kick. What gave Cui Jianhao the right?

But when she saw the confidence in his eyes, Dongfang Yinyin hesitated slightly. Only slightly, however. Then, with an extremely serious expression, she looked at him without backing down and said, "Fine! If you, Cui Jianhao, truly have the ability to break those steel plates with one kick, then what if I agree to your date? But let me make this clear beforehand—you only get one kick!" Even if she were beaten to death, Dongfang Yinyin would not believe Cui Jianhao truly had that ability.

Cui Jianhao stared at Dongfang Yinyin for a long while, then nodded solemnly. In truth, his heart was already bursting with joy. He was no longer thinking about whether he could break the steel plates; instead, he was considering where to eat after their date and which place would be closest to a luxury hotel. Preferably one nestled against mountains and beside water, with a skylight where they could hear the waves at night. He felt that very few women could truly resist such a romantic scene, one that seemed to exist only in fairy tales. At the thought, Cui Jianhao could not help laughing wildly in his heart. A Zheng, Zhang Huaiyuan, you're bound to lose this time! You're still too green to compete with me at picking up women!

When he imagined Dongfang Yinyin, who was usually neither warm nor cold toward him, writhing and moaning beneath him after things were done, looking both pained and delighted, Cui Jianhao felt that every penny he had invested in her had been well spent. He had also looked into it: Dongfang Yinyin had only ever been interested in martial arts since childhood and had never had a boyfriend even now, so she was still a virgin!

A virgin who had trained in martial arts without interruption for more than twenty years! How elastic must those thighs be? How strong must that waist be? Damn it! Gulp! Cui Jianhao swallowed hard and tried to keep his expression natural as he said, "All right! But there's one more thing I want to ask!"

"What is it?"

"If I really do it, Yinyin, you won't go back on your word, will you?" Cui Jianhao felt himself getting closer and closer to his goal.

"Rubbish! I, Dongfang Yinyin, have never done anything that would give people cause for complaint!" Dongfang Yinyin was getting impatient.

"Heh heh! Then I believe you!" It was not just Cui Jianhao who believed that—Pei Shao believed it without a doubt as well. Otherwise, after suffering so much at his hands, she would not have still taken him as her master!

Cui Jianhao took a deep breath. Just as he was about to put his plan into action and claim Dongfang Yinyin for himself that very night, the doors were kicked open with a Bang! Two figures shot in like meteors, shouting anxiously, "Wait!" Behind them followed four or five ordinary trainees who looked like lackeys. In the blink of an eye, they rushed over and repeated, "Wait!"

Everyone present turned toward the sound.

At the sight of those two men, Cui Jianhao was not surprised in the slightest. There was even a trace of excitement on his face!

Pei Shao briefly sized up the two men who had barged in. The man on the left was of average height and somewhat lean, wearing a pair of gleaming gold-rimmed glasses and sporting slightly long, trendy hair. Together with the glasses, his overall appearance struck Pei Shao as both handsome and refined. He looked very much like a Korean.

But at that moment, dressed in a white training uniform, he gave off a distinctly mismatched impression.

The other man looked much more ordinary. He was slightly short, with neither long nor short hair that had been combed neatly. His eyes were particularly narrow; when he squinted, they became nothing more than thin slits. Yet for some reason, the moment Pei Shao saw him, he sensed an especially distinctive arrogance emanating from him. Even standing beside Cui Jianhao and the other man, he did not seem inferior in the slightest.