I Came Today to Take Back What's Mine!

Yue Xiaofei's slap came fast and hard, cracking across Yang Jiaojiao's face.

Smack!

Yang Jiaojiao spun halfway around.

She stood there stunned, her cheek burning and stars bursting before her eyes.

Yue Xiaofei lowered his hand, a rush of satisfaction welling up inside him.

That felt good!

So damn good!

Not far away, Secretary Sha, Secretary Zhou, and Leng Feng watched with approval in their eyes.

"You... you dare hit me?!"

Yang Jiaojiao clutched her cheek, unable to believe it.

She had imagined Yue Xiaofei begging for mercy, panicking, even running away.

She had never imagined he would actually strike her.

He had slapped her right in front of a camera!

"So what if I hit you?"

Yue Xiaofei looked at her coldly. "You insulted soldiers, dishonored fallen heroes, and even had your eye on my uncles' compensation payments. One slap was getting off easy!"

"Yue Xiaofei, you're dead! I'll make you suffer a thousand cuts! I'll never let you off!"

Hatred blazed in Yang Jiaojiao's eyes.

Since childhood, she had been the little princess of her family, adored by everyone around her.

No one had ever dared hit her. No one had even dared speak harshly to her.

Even after she started hanging around with delinquents, she had always been the one bullying others. Who would dare make her suffer the slightest slight?

"What are you standing around for? Kill him!"

Yang Jiaojiao whipped around and screamed at the young delinquents. "Whoever cripples him today gets a hundred thousand yuan!"

At the mention of a reward, the young delinquents sprang into action.

"Wait!"

A tattoo-sleeved young man suddenly had an idea. He picked up an empty glass from a nearby table and gave a nasty grin. "Killing him outright would be too easy. Let's teach him a lesson first!"

"Ptooey!"

He spat into the glass.

The others followed, each adding a mouthful until the glass was full.

The tattoo-sleeved young man carried the glass up to Yue Xiaofei and sneered. "Kid, if you know what's good for you, drink this Hundred Family Water. Maybe we'll spare your life. Otherwise... you'll face the consequences."

Yang Jiaojiao chimed in spitefully, "That's right. Drink it! Otherwise, I'll have someone take control of the cameras and edit the footage to make it look like you picked a fight and assaulted people!"

Yue Xiaofei looked at the glass of Hundred Family Water, then at Yang Jiaojiao's ugly expression.

He reached out and took the glass.

Everyone thought he had backed down, and contempt spread across their faces.

But then Yue Xiaofei seized the tattoo-sleeved young man by the jaw and poured the glass's contents straight down his throat!

"Mmph..."

Caught off guard, the young man swallowed a huge mouthful.

The revolting taste seemed to shoot straight through his skull!

He shoved Yue Xiaofei away and doubled over, gagging violently, his face pale as paper.

Bang!

While he was retching, Yue Xiaofei drove a quick punch into his stomach.

"Aah!"

The tattoo-sleeved young man curled up on the floor, unable to get up through the pain.

"Fuck, the kid fought back!"

"Brothers, get him! Kill him!"

"He hit one of us! Show him what happens!"

The remaining delinquents flew into a rage and closed in.

"Kid, you're dead!"

"If I don't beat the shit out of you today, my name isn't Wang!"

They advanced step by step, their eyes vicious.

Yang Jiaojiao egged them on from the side.

"Hit him! Beat him to death!

"It doesn't matter if you cripple him. The Yang Family will take responsibility!

"My dad has plenty of money. He can make it all go away!"

Yue Xiaofei drew a deep breath and took a fighting stance.

At that critical moment—

"Leng Feng, move!"

Secretary Sha, who had remained silent until then, suddenly gave the order.

"Yes, sir!"

Leng Feng had been itching to act. He shot forward like an arrow from a bow.

The dozen or so delinquents were no threat in his eyes.

He did not draw a gun or even take a stance. He simply reached for the green-haired young man at the front.

Bang!

The instant Leng Feng caught his wrist, the green-haired young man felt an enormous force sweep him off his feet. He spun through the air and slammed into the floor in a shoulder throw.

Before the others could react, Leng Feng plunged into their midst like a tiger among sheep and raised his right hand.

Smack!

A sharp slap cracked across the tattoo-sleeved young man's face, sending blood and a tooth flying.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Leng Feng wove through the crowd, moving so fast he was a blur.

One brutal slap apiece!

The delinquents he struck reeled as though hit by hammers, their heads ringing.

His fighting ability rivaled the legendary Crooked-Mouth Dragon King!

Barehanded, he was more intimidating than someone with a weapon.

In less than half a minute,

all dozen or so delinquents were down, bruised and sprawled across the floor in a pitiful state.

"Don't get cocky!"

Blondie clutched his jaw and shouted, his words slurred.

"A gentleman can wait eighty years for revenge!"

"Once you're dead, I'll dance on your grave!"

"..."

Such fierce delivery!

Such a feeble threat!

Yue Xiaofei stood rooted to the spot, staring in astonishment.

He had known Leng Feng was no ordinary man, but he had never expected him to be this formidable.

Then again, anyone serving as Secretary Sha's bodyguard had to be a retired elite soldier!

"Thanks, Leng Feng."

Yue Xiaofei walked over, gratitude filling his voice.

Leng Feng brushed the dust from his hands. "Protecting the secretary and a hero's son is my duty."

Yang Jiaojiao stared at her accomplices groaning across the floor, completely dumbfounded.

She had never imagined the man Yue Xiaofei brought with him would be so dangerous.

But her deep-rooted arrogance would not let her admit defeat.

"Don't think you're so great just because you can fight, you little bastard!"

"This is Yang Family territory! My whole family is behind me. Just try laying a hand on me!"

Bang!

The banquet hall doors swung open as soon as she finished speaking.

A middle-aged woman swayed in, her face coated in thick foundation and her lips a vivid blood-red.

A Chanel suit hugged her plump figure, and gold and jewels glittered all over her.

It was Yang Jiaojiao's mother, Wu Hongyan!

She had been drinking with guests in the next banquet hall. The moment she heard something had happened to her daughter, she rushed over.

"Mom!"

As if seeing her savior, Yang Jiaojiao scrambled over and pointed first at her swollen cheek, then at Yue Xiaofei.

"They hit me! That penniless loser hit me!"

"It's him! The one who knelt outside the military district holding a plaque! He came here on purpose to ruin my college celebration!"

The sight of her daughter sent Wu Hongyan into a fury. She pointed at Yue Xiaofei and launched into a tirade.

"So it's you, you fatherless wretch!"

"Your father's in prison, and your mother died young. You should've stayed in a ditch and rotted there. How dare you come here and cause trouble?"

"Take a look at yourself! You're dressed like a beggar, and you think you belong in the Pearl Hotel?"

"You're just jealous of Jiaojiao! Jealous that she got into Longdu Film Academy and that she has a better life than you!"

"Your father's a criminal, and you're no better. You were born worthless!"

Every filthy word cut deep.

Yue Xiaofei clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms.

His mother was a hero!

His father had been wrongfully convicted!

That was the one thing he would never let anyone touch!

"Say that again."

Yue Xiaofei fixed Wu Hongyan with a deadly stare.

"I said your father's a criminal and you're worthless!"

His stare made Wu Hongyan's skin crawl, but with so many people on her side, she kept provoking him.

"What? Am I wrong? Your father went to prison. Everyone in Jiangcheng knows it!"

"Gao Zisheng bullied you, so why aren't you going after the Gao Family? Why come make trouble for my family?"

"Do you think the Yang Family is an easy target? Let me tell you, we could crush you like an ant!"

"Hmph!"

Yue Xiaofei gave a cold laugh and said, enunciating every word, "I came today to take back what's mine!"

"What's yours?"

Yang Jiaojiao got up from the floor, clutching one side of her face as she scoffed. "What do you have? You're dirt poor. Did you come here to scam us?"

Wu Hongyan sneered too. "The Yang Family has nothing for you to lay claim to!"

"What I want is on her!"

Yue Xiaofei stared straight at Yang Jiaojiao.

"The bonus points on her college entrance exam came from the honor my mother, Ye Qingmei, earned with her life!"

"The Cartier bracelet on her wrist was bought with my mother's compensation as a fallen hero!"

"And my uncles' compensation payments—every cent you've been eyeing was paid for with heroes' blood and tears!"

"I also want the Yang Family to apologize to my mother!"

"Clear her name!!!"