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Chapter 587 - 632, Asking for Some Help

Chapter 587: Chapter 632, Asking for Some Help

Cao Yongjun, like a slaughtered pig, covered his nose with both hands as blood seeped through his fingers. He bent over and kept retreating.

"Attack! Kill this guy! I want him dead!" Cao Yongjun yelled out.

The next moment, Cao Yongjun’s subordinates all rushed towards Fang Yi.

However, without any suspense, more than ten people were all knocked to the ground by Fang Yi, moaning in pain.

At this time, Cao Yongjun gradually calmed down. When he saw his subordinates lying on the ground, his eyes revealed shock. Ten men were downed all at once?

"You’ll see, Fang Yi, next time I’ll definitely kill you!" Cao Yongjun said coldly.

Afterward, Cao Yongjun quickly jumped into the car, ignoring the pain in his nose, floored the accelerator, and swiftly left the scene in one fluid motion.

Yang Dingfeng stepped forward and said, "Alliance Hierarch, are we just letting him go like this?"

Fang Yi replied, "It’s impossible to kill him here. Of course, if you want to kill this Cao Yongjun, I have no objections."

Yang Dingfeng said with a wry smile, "The Hierarch is joking."

Fang Yi’s expression turned serious. "I’m not joking."

Yang Dingfeng immediately became solemn and dared not breathe heavily.

"Alright, let’s go. Let’s wait for tonight’s show," Fang Yi said lightly.

A show? Yang Dingfeng wondered, what show could there be?

...

Cao Yongjun, holding his nose, returned home and yelled at a man over fifty, "Dad! You must stand up for me, Dad!"

The man in his fifties saw his son’s blood-covered face, frowned, and immediately became angry, "Yongjun, who did this?"

"It was... a mainlander, his name is Fang Yi." Cao Yongjun almost cried out, pleading, "Dad, you have to avenge your son. My nose is broken, and it hurts so much!"

"How dare someone lay hands on my son, Cao Chun, the President of Sky Alliance? Do they not respect my authority?" Cao Chun immediately raged.

Even the local forces in Lank City, Qinghong Alliance, and Alliance 41, despite being hostile, wouldn’t dare make such moves because the balance of power was delicate, and none could afford to strike first.

But Cao Chun couldn’t believe a mainlander dared to beat his son so brutally. If he didn’t intervene, where would he put his face as the President of the Sky Alliance?

Cao Chun then assured, "Yongjun, don’t worry, your dad will stand up for you."

Cao Yongjun nodded eagerly, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Fang Yi, just wait. Once my dad steps in, it doesn’t matter if you are the Alliance Hierarch of Dragon Soul, even if you were the heavenly king, you’ll regret hitting me!" Cao Yongjun thought.

Fang Yi had Yang Dingfeng drive to a large department store to buy many things; the trunk was nearly overflowing. Seeing Fang Yi’s actions, Yang Dingfeng couldn’t help but muster the courage to ask, "Alliance Hierarch, buying so much stuff, are you..."

"For gifting," Fang Yi said indifferently.

Then Fang Yi directed Yang Dingfeng to drive to the Thunderbolt Fist gymnasium.

Thunderbolt Fist gymnasium? Yang Dingfeng was shocked. What was the Alliance Hierarch doing here?

"Vice Hall Master, good day." Just then, a disciple passed by and greeted Fang Yi, stunning Yang Dingfeng.

Vice Hall Master?

Yang Dingfeng’s brain had a hard time catching up. When had the Alliance Hierarch become the Vice Hall Master of Thunderbolt Fist?

Ignoring the shocked Yang Dingfeng, Fang Yi walked straight to the training area of the gym, where a group of disciples was practicing. Fang Yi arrived, clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention and said with a benign face, "Everyone has been working hard in training. Come, I’ve bought some things to reward you all, send a few people to carry them in."

Many disciples were puzzled but still obeyed the command; once those things were moved in, the disciples instantly got greedy, beer and fried chicken, cigarettes and sunflower seeds, comic books. This instantly excited them.

In just a moment, everyone began scrambling for items, and Fang Yi said gently, "Brothers, don’t fight over them, there’s enough for everyone, enough for everyone."

Humph, ’A sweet mouth, a short hand’—once you take my favors, you’ll surely do what I ask.

Fang Yi watched this scene with a smile, a sly glimmer flashing in his eyes.

"Grandpa, it’s terrible, just terrible!" Ye Hong rushed into the courtyard.

"What’s so terrible?" Ye Ge asked indifferently.

"That Fang Yi, he... he..." Ye Hong was somewhat embarrassed to speak.

Ye Ge grew curious and chuckled, "Come on, tell me, what’s up with that boy?"

Ye Hong hesitated to speak and finally stamped his foot impatiently, saying, "You better go see for yourself."

"Alright, let’s go have a look," Ye Ge said with a smiling face.

Ye Hong led the way, and Ye Ge, holding a cane, slowly arrived at the martial arts training area of the dojo. They hadn’t approached yet when a commotion could be heard. Once Ye Ge saw what was happening, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Ye Ge arrived just in time to see the disciples scrambling for things, suddenly feeling his old face grow hot.

"This... this..." Ye Ge became speechless.

"That’s how it is." Even Ye Hong was somewhat at a loss for words; he had just returned from outside and seen the scene, initially wanting to scold them but decided to report to his grandfather after seeing Fang Yi.

Ye Ge stood in dismay for a long time, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Go call that boy over."

Ye Hong ummed in agreement and then went over. When Ye Hong arrived, the disciples immediately became embarrassed, and the atmosphere turned very quiet. Someone was flipping through a "Tiger and Leopard" magazine with the cover facing right towards Ye Hong.

Ye Hong flushed a bit—yes, the over thirty-year-old Ye Hong blushed.

Seeing this, Fang Yi laughed and said, "Brother, you’re blushing."

Ye Hong quickly glared at Fang Yi and said, "Brother, don’t talk nonsense, look at you..." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent heart, "My grandpa wants to see you."

Fang Yi responded with a smile, "Old man wants to see me? Sure!"

Soon after, Fang Yi met Ye Ge, and seeing Ye Ge, Fang Yi immediately smiled broadly, "Old man, you look very spirited today! Come, come, let me give you a back rub."

Ye Ge quickly waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it. I’m afraid you young rascal might crush my bones. Better not."

Fang Yi said, "Look at you, old man. By the way, old man, are you ever bored at home?"

Ye Ge looked at Fang Yi puzzled and sighed, "This old man often practices martial arts, not too boring."

"But you still get bored sometimes," Fang Yi remarked with a smile.

"What are you thinking, you rascal?" Ye Ge pressed.

"I was thinking...Old man, since you sometimes get bored, why not read some magazines?" Saying this, Fang Yi pulled out a "Dragon/Tiger and Leopard" magazine, "This thing is great, it arouses vitality, keeps you spirited all day, you can’t miss it."

"..." Ye Ge, Ye Hong.

Ye Ge sighed and said, "Alright, you rascal, stop making fun of this old man. No kindness without reason, either a feat or a thief, speak up, what do you want to do today?"

"Still, old man, you’re sharp." Fang Yi smothered him with flattery, then grinned, "Old man, look, your disciples train here every day, but they lack the effectiveness of real combat. After all, real combat breeds experience..."

"Get to the point."

"I wanted to ask the old man to lend me some manpower, what do you say?"