The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 350 - 346: Finding Fault

Chapter 350: Chapter 346: Finding Fault

After escorting Nanrong Wanqing and Su Lin back to Wealthy Manor, Ling Chen drove alone into the traffic flow.

Thinking of the encounter at Yulong Mansion just now, Ling Chen heaved a silent sigh. The saying "A hero struggles without a penny" held true, for although he possessed remarkable abilities, his pockets were empty, and he could not bring himself to ask a woman for money; it was not in his character. Before, he never cared for money, but now, he realized that being penniless was truly agonizing. Moreover, his power was in a phase of growth, and money was essential. He had to figure out a way to get some.

Lost in thought, Ling Chen took out his phone and dialed Qiu Yong’s number. After confirming the address, Ling Chen immediately drove over.

After driving for more than ten miles, Ling Chen glanced at the rearview mirror and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. These guys were relentless, following him all the way from Yulong Mansion.

Without having to think, he knew that the people in those two cars were surely Qin Family’s subordinates. At the banquet hall, Qin Yang and Qin Wu had suffered such a big loss at his hands; they were unlikely to let it go easily.

Well then, since they wanted to play, he might as well indulge them.

More than ten minutes passed, and Ling Chen drove up to a hotel. After parking in the car park, he phoned Qiu Yong, then walked towards the elevator.

But at that moment, three sedans and a van drove in from the entrance of the parking lot and swiftly pulled up in front of Ling Chen, forming a triangle and trapping him inside.

With his arms folded and a faint smile on his face, Ling Chen looked amused as he watched the people getting out of the three cars. The car doors opened, and several suited bodyguards got out one after another. Following them, stepping out from the passenger side of the van, was the red-cheeked Qin Yang. Trailing behind him, Qin Wu, holding up her evening gown, stepped out gracefully from the van. In addition to her, several young men and a middle-aged man emerged from the van.

Upon their descent, Ling Chen couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

The middle-aged man exuded a sense of stability and restrained aura, obviously a cultivated martial artist, and moreover, an Inner martial arts expert. Around forty-something years old, Ling Chen wondered if he might be Qin Wu’s Master. The young men moved lightly, likely to be martial artists as well.

As Qin Wu and her group approached, Ling Chen grinned and said, "Miss Qin, we just parted ways; did you miss me so much that you couldn’t wait to see me? If you wanted to meet me, just meet me, why bring so many people? After all, having so many onlookers at a date can be quite embarrassing."

Hearing Ling Chen’s taunt, Qin Wu’s face turned frosty as she said, "Ling Chen, don’t get too cocky. You humiliated my elder brother in public and tarnished the reputation of the Qin Family. Do you really think my Qin Family can’t handle you?"

Ling Chen shrugged, smiling indifferently, "We’re all martial artists. A loss is a loss. Calling a group of people to cause trouble after a defeat, what’s the difference between that and street thugs? Someone like you, who lacks even the most basic Martial Arts Ethics, does not deserve to be called a martial artist."

"You..."

Before Qin Wu could speak, the young men beside her began to clamor, "Shut up! Show some respect in front of my martial sister. If you dare to speak rudely again, do you believe I’ll knock your teeth out?"

Ling Chen beckoned with his fingers, his smile faint, "Save the talk, just bring it on. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?"

"You’ve got quite an attitude, let’s see how I’ll deal with you." As the words fell, one of the young men leaped into the air, stepping on the hood of a sedan, and, with a tight fist and fierce momentum, aimed a punch straight at Ling Chen’s head.

Facing the oncoming gust of force, Ling Chen didn’t even look as he swept his leg around in a whip kick.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the youth hadn’t yet touched the ground when his body flew up again, uncontrollably falling towards a sedan. At this moment, the middle-aged man who had remained silent had a stern look in his eyes, and with a gentle tap of his toe on the ground, he shot forward like a bullet, casually flicking the youth’s waist.

With the help of the middle-aged man, the youth immediately adjusted his center of gravity and landed steadily on the ground. However, even though he wasn’t hurt by the fall, the kick he had just received from Ling Chen was far from pleasant. The youth clutched his chest, his face pale, breathing heavily.

Seeing their companion injured, the other youths could not sit still and began to shout, "Let’s all go at him together, give him a good lesson."

"Shut up!" the middle-aged man said with a slight frown and a soft rebuke.

Upon his command, the impassioned group of youths immediately closed their mouths, standing obediently behind the middle-aged man, not daring to utter another word.

At this time, the middle-aged man was sizing up Ling Chen, and Ling Chen was also sizing him up. The man had a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, and was dressed in a formal suit, exuding an impression of uprightness and integrity.

"Are you Ling Chen? You have a decent foundation in martial arts. However, the purpose of practicing martial arts is not for competing and showing off, but for strengthening the body, activating your potential, you..."

"Can you stop talking to me in this preachy tone?" Ling Chen dug his ear, losing patience, "I’m not your disciple, and I don’t need your lessons. To be frank, if you’re here to reclaim your pride, stop the nonsense. If you want to fight, let’s fight; if not, then get lost and stop wasting my time. Honestly, I have the least respect for people like you who play the **** and still want to set up a shrine."

Hearing this, Qin Wu was infuriated and scolded, "Ling Chen, don’t be disrespectful to my master uncle."

Ling Chen spread his hands and said, "Am I wrong? If you were really as he says, you wouldn’t be here looking for me. Bring it on, and let’s see how capable you are." Ling Chen beckoned to the middle-aged man with a curl of his finger.

"Master uncle..."

The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop Qin Wu’s words, saying indifferently, "I also want to see how formidable a Tiger List expert is."

Seeing the middle-aged man make a move, the group of youths immediately laughed, giving Ling Chen a look that seemed to say ’you’re definitely doomed’.

Ling Chen shook his arms loose, unconcerned with others’ gazes, focused his mind, and walked straight towards the middle-aged man.

The two stood facing each other, and the middle-aged man spoke, "I am older than you, so I’ll let you strike first."

Ling Chen couldn’t be bothered with small talk. He clenched a steel-like fist, charged forward in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he was up close to the middle-aged man. His fist roared through the air and suddenly thundered forward.

As the fist approached, the middle-aged man stood still, not moving an inch as if he didn’t take Ling Chen’s attack seriously. Just as the fist was about two centimeters from the middle-aged man’s face, the still-standing man finally made his move.

Without any noticeable motion, Ling Chen just felt a tight grip on his wrist, followed by intense pain shooting through his nerves.

So fast!

Ling Chen was inwardly shocked and quickly retreated. After moving back two meters, Ling Chen lifted the arm he had punched with and saw two purplish marks on his wrist, as if made by finger pressure—indescribably painful—as if his whole arm was becoming numb.

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