Master Pie-in-the-Sky Cheng, Overlord Aura

"Little Vajra."

The white-haired young man lit up—he'd made it to the official ranks now.

Let anyone dare call him a thug again; he was a hired muscle now!

"Thanks, Young Master Jiang."

"Come on, work hard. Bread will come, and milk too."

Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose, suddenly feeling like a pyramid scheme boss.

The other seven stared at White Hair with envy—this was a real rags-to-riches turnaround.

"You're all the same. I, Jiang Cheng, won't shortchange any brother."

"Thanks, Young Master Jiang."

The few of them were deeply moved. Before, wherever they went, they were looked down on. Now the eldest young master of the Jiang Family was calling them brothers.

Mom, I made it!

A man dies for his soulmate. From today on, they would shed blood and sweat for Young Master Jiang.

Jiang Cheng was thoroughly satisfied. After all, these guys were about to do some heavy lifting, and they'd inevitably get banged up.

This wasn't PUA—this was a pre-battle pep talk!

A Long's eyes went wide with admiration.

He was still a far cry from the young master. That little spiel, smooth as silk.

He'd better jot it down—this was experience.

These past few days, Jiang Cheng had secretly mapped out Ye Bufan's routine down to the last detail.

Every day at noon sharp, he ate lunch, spent ten minutes in the bathroom, then went downstairs to soak up the sun.

At that time, the Lin Family's bodyguards wouldn't be tailing him.

You had to hand it to the protagonist—his daily schedule was that disciplined!

As noon approached, Jiang Cheng called Yang Yongxin and glanced at his watch.

"Move out!"

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Ye Bufan lay on the bed, nibbling on some fruit now and then, living in utter comfort and ease.

For a split second, Ye Bufan felt like he was back in the carefree days on Tianshan.

He remembered that sprint under the setting sun—that was his lost youth!

Ptoo, ptoo~

Ye Bufan shook his head.

He wasn't some useless playboy like Jiang Cheng—how could he be so decadent?

Once he was discharged, his first order of business was to wipe out the Jiang Family and rescue Qingcheng and the others from Jiang Cheng's clutches.

"Young Master Ye, time to eat..."

Inside the Stretch Lincoln, Jiang Cheng kept his eyes fixed on the hospital entrance.

Time ticked by, minute after minute.

"What's going on? Why isn't Ye Bufan coming out?"

Jiang Cheng frowned. Had he fallen into the toilet or something?

Two minutes later, "Young Master, he's out."

Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to A Long.

"Did you add the stuff?"

A Long nodded. "The brothers kept an eye on it. The dosage is enough to make an Internal Strength martial artist hallucinate."

On the other side, Ye Bufan hummed a little tune as he strolled out slowly.

"A walk after a meal lets you live to ninety-nine."

Suddenly, Ye Bufan rubbed his eyes and stared blankly into the distance.

"Qingcheng? Am I dreaming?"

The next second, Ye Bufan dashed over in a single stride, grabbed "Mu Qingcheng's" soft little hand, stroked it with his other hand, and giggled.

"Holy crap, Brother Vajra, is this guy brain-damaged or what?"

"Yeah, grinning like an idiot while holding a branch."

From the corner, Little Vajra glanced toward Jiang Cheng's direction and saw the car window slowly roll down. Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Brothers, we train a thousand days for one moment's use."

"Today, we're gonna show Young Master Jiang what we're made of... pfft, our acting skills!"

With Little Vajra's words, the eight of them changed into patient gowns and swaggered toward Ye Bufan.

Jiang Cheng, wearing sunglasses, quietly watched Ye Bufan hug a thick tree trunk lecherously, rubbing his face against the rough bark.

This area was quite shady.

Most patients would sit here after lunch.

Many people saw this and started pointing fingers.

"Times have decayed, hearts are no longer what they were."

"Are young people nowadays so desperate they can't even leave trees alone?"

Ye Bufan ignored them, because he was already immersed in the gentle paradise he saw.

"Qingcheng, your hands are so soft."

"Qingcheng, why is your face so dry? Did Jiang Cheng mistreat you?"

"Don't worry, once I'm discharged, I'll wipe out Jiang Cheng to avenge you..."

Little Vajra and his crew had just arrived when they heard Ye Bufan's insolent words, and immediately flared up.

What kind of trash dared to slander Young Master Jiang? Could they take that?

"Hey kid, I'm talking to you!"

Little Vajra pointed at Ye Bufan's nose and cursed.

"Come over nicely and apologize to Young Master Jiang, and we'll let this slide. Otherwise, you're in for a world of hurt."

"Brother Vajra, if this punk actually comes over to apologize, are we really letting him off?"

Blondie whispered from the side.

"Like hell we are. We're thugs—since when do we keep our word?"

Little Vajra smacked Blondie on the head.

"I'm deliberately provoking him so he'll make a move on us. Young Master Jiang says he's a tough nut—the kind who'd even eat shit!"

"Everyone stay sharp. First hit, go all out. Then fall down and yell in pain depending on the situation."

"Remember, loud voices, real expressions. If all else fails, play dead."

Ye Bufan's face turned green. These people must have been sent by Jiang Cheng to take Qingcheng away.

How despicable!

Plotting right in front of him—they clearly didn't take him seriously.

"Don't be afraid, Qingcheng. I'll protect you."

Ye Bufan stepped in front of "Mu Qingcheng" and comforted her softly.

Then he took a step forward, a cold yet dignified smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

His woman, he would protect!

"As long as I'm here, you're not taking her."

Ye Bufan assumed a fighting stance and crooked his finger.

"Taking who?"

Little Vajra and his crew exchanged glances.

"Whatever. Brothers, get him."

Thump thump thump!

Fist after fist rained down on Ye Bufan's face.

"Ow ow ow, easy."

"Not the face, ouch, who's messing around!"

In the car, Jiang Cheng watched Ye Bufan getting beaten to a pulp, completely dumbfounded.

The sunglasses on his nose slipped off in shock.

What the hell, what's going on?

Had Ye Bufan gone stupid from being hospitalized, not even fighting back?

At that moment, Little Vajra also sensed something was wrong and quickly called a halt.

He stared at Ye Bufan's bruised and swollen face, frozen. The rehearsal hadn't covered what to do in this situation.

Wasn't this guy supposed to be a tough nut?

No, I need to think of something.

Bam

Little Vajra slammed his fist straight into his own nose, a warm trickle of blood streaming down immediately.

"Brother Vajra, what are you—?"

Little Vajra shot them a look, and the group instantly caught on.

Now that was a clever move!

Thump thump thump...

A chorus of screams rose and fell. "Help! Murder!"

"This guy's a psycho!"

Jiang Cheng, who had been about to step out of the car, stopped in his tracks. Now that's talent!

Reward—had to reward them!

He'd thought today was a wash, but these little brats turned out to be sharp as a tack.

He then dialed a number.

"Dean Yang, keep an eye out for your little treasure."

Ye Bufan crouched on the ground, hands over his head, his body still trembling faintly.

Damn it—he'd forgotten he couldn't use his inner energy. Otherwise, how could these ants ever stand a chance against him?

Huh? Why'd it go quiet?

Peeking through the gaps between his fingers, Eh? They're all on the ground?

Could it be they were cowed by his Overlord Aura?

Hah—overreaching fools. Now they know who they're messing with.

Ye Bufan straightened up slowly, hand on his lower back, and flashed a grin.

"Little punks—bring ten more like you, and I still wouldn't bat an eye."