My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 561 - 561 558 Crushing the Weak in Progress

561: Chapter 558: Crushing the Weak in Progress 561: Chapter 558: Crushing the Weak in Progress Che Xiaofeng, such a cunning and despicable person, was Che Xiaoqian’s own brother.

Having such a brother-in-law made Su Xuan very distressed.

He even thought that for a kindhearted beauty like Che Xiaoqian to have such a malicious brother was increasingly implausible.

He even began to suspect that Che Xiaoqian and Che Xiaofeng were not biologically related—could it be that there was a mix-up at the hospital when they were born?

But was it really important?

Right now, the most important thing was to win the championship, marry Che Xiaoqian, and make all the men in the world green with envy.

When it was Su Xuan’s turn to draw lots, he glanced at his opponent’s name, then located him in the crowd.

Hmm, he looked quite sturdy, should be able to take a beating.

That was Su Xuan’s evaluation of his opponent.

The opponent saw Su Xuan sizing him up and gave him the middle finger, clearly showing his disdain.

“Ha, just watch how I beat you until you’re searching the ground for your teeth.”

Su Xuan thought, but suddenly, he changed his mind.

Breaking his opponent’s fingers would be better than knocking out his teeth, especially since he dared to give Su Xuan the middle finger as a provocation.

Such people should not exist in this world.

The drawing of lots ended quickly, with Su Xuan ready to enter the ring.

After all, this was only the preliminaries, and the match would be over very quickly.

Old Lai now dared not speak to Su Xuan, afraid of pressuring him.

Seeing Su Xuan not very nervous, Old Lai was actually extremely anxious.

If Su Xuan lost, he would have to hand over half of his family fortune, which was painfully hard for him.

Liu Sheng had not yet started to rescue Che Xiaoqian.

If Su Xuan won all the matches, there would be no need for a rescue.

But if Su Xuan was unexpectedly defeated, Liu Sheng would save Che Xiaoqian and have Su Xuan take her away to start a new life far from here.

Dang dang dang!

The marital competition was about to begin, with the sound of the starting gong echoing.

The towering arena, packed with guests, had a two hundred percent occupancy rate with many people standing to watch.

Some wealthy young men, wanting to catch a glimpse of Che Xiaoqian, started making a ruckus.

The Che family had their own methods.

They handed out several large artistic photos of Che Xiaoqian, who truly looked like a goddess descending to earth, causing countless rich young men to drool.

Indeed, having a main character like Che Xiaoqian would make dead beneath a peony bush romantic.

Su Xuan looked at those large artistic photos.

They were almost as good as she was in person, and didn’t even need editing.

This showed the perfection of Che Xiaoqian’s appearance; one could even say it was excessively perfect.

And such a girl was almost at the point of marrying no one but Su Xuan.

Che Xiaofeng hid in the shadows, watching Su Xuan with amusement.

They had arranged for each of Su Xuan’s opponents to be top-notch masters.

By rushing to Beijing, Su Xuan was meant to meet his demise here, and tomorrow would mark his death anniversary.

The competition finally started.

Su Xuan watched the two contestants on the arena, fucking hell, they were utterly clueless in kung fu—rolling on the ground, pulling ears, choking necks.

One moment one was on top punching down, and the next the roles reversed, their fighting utterly lacking any technique, provoking laughter from the audience.

Old Lai almost burst out laughing.

What kind of competition was this?

It was more like two people wrestling.

He turned his face to Su Xuan, but could not read any expression on his face.

Some say you can tell what someone is thinking by looking at their face, but that didn’t apply to Su Xuan.

He was like a deep pool, unfathomable, with no one able to guess what he was thinking.

After several more comical contestants had their matches, it was finally Su Xuan’s turn to enter the arena.

Old Lai felt as though the entire world had fallen silent.

His heart raced as he watched Su Xuan unblinkingly on the stage.

Su Xuan’s opponent finally came up, and from his build, Su Xuan appeared to be at a disadvantage.

“Kid, you’re definitely done for.”

He psyched himself up before the match.

Su Xuan recognized this guy.

Before the match, he had even flipped him off.

Fuck that, I’ll beat you to death if I don’t win.

“Hurry up and make a move, trash.”

Su Xuan cursed.

Sure enough, on hearing Su Xuan call him trash, he charged like a whirlwind, throwing a left hook at him.

Su Xuan wasn’t worried; he ducked his body and dodged it.

Seeing that Su Xuan had dodged right at the start, his opponent grew even more confident and was about to strike again.

Suddenly, he felt something like an iron rod stab into his abdomen, causing unbearable pain!

Su Xuan had made his move.

After ducking, he delivered an elbow strike to his opponent’s abdomen.

Su Xuan still underestimated himself, thinking this elbow strike would at most knock him to the ground, then he could avenge the earlier middle finger.

But, Su Xuan was too strong, and his elbow strike actually sent the man flying!

Heading towards the ground outside the arena, by the rules, falling out of the arena meant a loss.

“Fuck, he can’t take it at all.”

Su Xuan paused, stunned.

Had he won just like that?

It was too easy.

Suddenly, Su Xuan remembered he hadn’t avenged the earlier middle finger gesture.

Seeing his opponent had not yet landed, he charged over with a dash.

Crack!

The opponent’s body was still in the air, but his middle finger was now broken.

Su Xuan let out a sigh of relief.

Good, he’d taken his revenge.

After all, who did that guy think he was, mocking Su Xuan before the match?

Everyone beneath the arena was stunned.

They originally thought it was impressive that Su Xuan had sent his opponent flying, but they hadn’t expected him to catch up and strike again.

Damn it, his strength was beyond terrifying—it was like a Heavenly God had descended!

“Holy shit, impossible, how can he be so weak?”

Che Xiaofeng was also incredulous.

The expert he had spent a lot of money on got sent flying by a single elbow strike?

This wasn’t an expert he had bought, but trash.

Old Lai had started off too nervous to watch the match, mainly because he was afraid Su Xuan might lose.

Bang!

The opponent’s sturdy body hit the ground, making a loud noise.

Liu Sheng in the audience swallowed hard.

Damn, Su Xuan was too fierce.

Just one strike and the guy was flying.

He was still waiting; if Su Xuan didn’t perform well, he still planned to rescue Che Xiaoqian and help them elope.

Everyone has their strengths; Su Xuan was powerful, while Liu Sheng was better at theft.

“Sorry, I won,” he said.

Su Xuan addressed the crowd below, not anticipating that his opponent would falter so easily.

He could have beaten him with just one finger.

Alas, he had overestimated his opponent and underestimated himself.

Che Xiaofeng punched the wall with a loud bang, furious but unscathed.

For this match, Che Xiaofeng had arranged the fighters’ strengths in ascending order to face Su Xuan, starting with the weakest.

Che Xiaofeng thought to himself that this ‘fighter’ might just be a weak link, and the subsequent ones would surely knock Su Xuan off his feet.

Prepped young masters in the audience came with strategies; not short of cash, they had greased the palms of those in charge of the draw, securing weak opponents whom they could easily defeat.

They hadn’t anticipated a strong contender like Su Xuan.

Should they keep advancing, they’d inevitably face him, which was problematic.

When Su Xuan came down to rest after his victory, he saw Old Lai clutching his heart.

Su Xuan thought he had a heart condition, but Old Lai shook his head, saying it was just excitement; his heart almost leaped from his chest.

“Hey, our young master wants to see you.”

Su Xuan had just sat down to rest when he was already being sought out.

Unsure who it was, he joked, wondering if a fan was asking for an autograph.

To have fans after just one fight seemed too quick.

Su Xuan followed them out to a corridor where several young men were already waiting.

“This is our young master,” said the lackey, introducing them.

“Speak quickly; otherwise, I’m leaving,” Su Xuan said, spotting the disdain and arrogance in the young men’s eyes.

They weren’t his kind of people; he wouldn’t associate with them.

“Hey, wait.

Why are you in such a rush?

You don’t look like someone who could handle big tasks,” the well-dressed young man finally said.

“Just say what you have to say.

This is your last chance.

Why are you beating around the bush?” Su Xuan demanded, truly about to leave.

“You’ve got guts.

Okay, don’t go.

Can’t I just say it?” The young master got desperate.

Su Xuan stopped in his tracks.

“How about a chance to make some money?”

Seeing no response from Su Xuan, the young master continued, “If you face me in the match, just lose on purpose, I’ll give you a sum of money.”

So that was it.

Su Xuan nodded, indicating he understood.

The young master, assuming agreement from Su Xuan, joyfully said, “How about one hundred thousand yuan?”

One hundred thousand yuan?

Su Xuan abruptly raised his hand, the other man noting Su Xuan’s plain clothes, devoid of any designer labels—a sum adequate for a few years of earnings for an average worker.

The young master quickly added, “If you make it convincing, how about an extra twenty thousand on top of that?”

After hearing the offer, Su Xuan ignored it completely.

To think they could bribe him for one hundred thousand yuan!

He was the president of Fenghua Group, for heaven’s sake!

They were treating him like a fool; it amused him how entertaining this world could be.

“Hey, wait.

Make an offer, and we can negotiate,” the young master pleaded desperately.

“How about one million yuan?!” he shouted in a rush.

Su Xuan finally halted, turned around, and said indifferently, “Even one hundred billion wouldn’t persuade me, you big fool.”

Watching Su Xuan’s retreating figure, the group stood in shock.

How stubborn he was—like a stone in a toilet, both stinky and hard.

“What a waste of my time,” he grumbled.

Su Xuan returned to his seat, and Old Lai, concerned, asked where he had been.

“Went to the restroom.”

“Oh.” Old Lai now only focused on Su Xuan, his world revolving solely around him.

The competition progressed rapidly, and it was Su Xuan’s turn to compete again.

“Be careful,” Old Lai advised nervously.

“No worries, they’re just easy targets,” Su Xuan reassured him.

“That’s good.” Old Lai felt somewhat relieved seeing Su Xuan so confident.

Su Xuan re-entered the arena, drawing all eyes to him after he had defeated his previous opponent with a single strike, clearly demonstrating his profound skills.

Word quickly spread among the privileged young masters about the failed one hundred thousand yuan bribe, recognizing that Su Xuan was not short-sighted.

Many wealthy young ones mocked the one who had tried to bribe Su Xuan.

“Using one hundred thousand yuan to get rid of someone?

You’re seriously stingy.”

“Yeah, one hundred thousand yuan barely covers a meal, and you dream of winning over Che Xiaoqian with that little?

You must be dreaming.”

“You’re insulting him with one hundred thousand; it should at least start with one million.”

“Start with one million?

I’d start with ten million.”

“I’ll offer one billion, or even two billion if necessary.”

…

The circle of wealthy young men kept discussing among themselves, knowing that winning the competition involved more than just marrying Che Xiaoqian—it would mean inheriting much of the Che Family’s wealth.

That was a big deal.