Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 58 He Is My Man Now

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 He Is My Man Now

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"Ah!"

Fatty Tang watched with wide eyes as the muscular man and the tall, skinny man threw punches and kicks his way, and he instinctively let out a scream, while reaching out with both hands to protect the parts of his body being targeted.

In his mind, he already seemed to feel the severe pain surging up from his stomach and mouth.

Hearing Fatty Tang’s scream, the Four Young Evil Masters, including the handsome young man and Gao Junjie who had been standing aside and not joining in, all showed a hint of contempt on their faces. The man hadn’t even been hit yet and he was already screaming as if he was being slaughtered—a crybaby like this could be none other than Fatty Tang.

The feeling was extremely satisfying for the tall, skinny man and Wang Qiang, whose ears reveled in such pig-slaughter-like screams; it was a pity they hadn’t heard them in a long time, as absolutely no one dared to provoke them, and Gao Junjie had cautioned them to keep a low profile during their first year of college and not stir up trouble on a whim. Finally, a willingly presented Xiao Yi surfaced, making them hit a wall repeatedly, adding to their frustration.

However, Fatty Tang’s screams did not make them feel any pity; on the contrary, wanting the screams to be even more intense, the two men exchanged a glance and decided to hit even harder. They pulled in the punches and kicks they had thrown and hurled them again with greater force and faster speed towards Fatty Tang.

The moment they launched their attacks, a vicious smirk appeared on their faces. With this punch and kick, Fatty Tang would end up howling for half a day, if not two hours, and even if his ribs weren’t broken, he would surely lose a few teeth.

However, before their smirks could fully spread, they solidified. Their pupils contracted sharply.

In the spot where Fatty Tang was supposed to be standing, suddenly there was another person, and it was Xiao Yi, the one they deeply dreaded in their hearts!

Gao Junjie and the handsome young man had never gone head-to-head with him—they had only been kicked and thrown to the ground by Xiao Yi. But these two had actually exchanged blows with him, especially the tall, skinny man; that collision was a full-on clash without any softness, the sensation of kicking against a steel plate was still deeply etched in his memory.

Almost instinctively, they tried to pull back their respective fists and feet, but after having gathered momentum a second time, they had thrown their hardest punches and kicks. Moreover, they were already close to Fatty Tang, and now that Xiao Yi had stepped in between them, at the time he intervened, the punches and kicks were mere inches away from him—there was no chance of stopping them.

"Smack!"

"Crack!"

A punch and a kick solidly connected.

Both men felt as if they had struck an iron plate, and a burning pain traveled from their fists and toes, making them scream out in pain almost simultaneously.

"From today onward, Fatty Tang is my man. If you want to bully him, you’d better consider the consequences," Xiao Yi said indifferently, standing in front of Fatty Tang, looking at Gao Junjie and the handsome young man whose eyes were filled with immense rage, as well as the muscular man and the tall, skinny man whose faces were pale with pain, foreheads slick with sweat.

Watching Xiao Yi’s casual and condescending attitude, especially after hearing his audacious words, Gao Junjie was seething with rage. How dare this unsophisticated bumpkin from the countryside speak to him with such a tone! Did he really think he was so incredible?

When had Gao Junjie ever had to tolerate such disrespect?

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to rush forward and fight, but just as he was about to do so, the handsome man beside him held him back, giving him a meaningful look.

That’s right, now was not the time to be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the Devil, and it’s useless. This freak clearly had some Kungfu training, and even if he were to rush at him, he wouldn’t be able to defeat him – it would just be a humiliation in vain. He wasn’t worth it.

Son of a bitch, I’ll see how much longer you can be so arrogant. Offending Jin Xiaohan, that scheming person, let’s see if you don’t get played to death!

With the handsome man pulling him back, the, almost smoking with anger, Gao Junjie instantly regained some clarity. He glared at Xiao Yi with venomous eyes, snorted coldly, and turned to walk away.

The handsome man, Zhao Hu, glanced at Li Han and Wang Qiang to make sure they weren’t gravely hurt, then quickly followed Gao Junjie.

The skinny tall man and the muscular man didn’t dare to linger and hurriedly followed, the pain from the skinny tall man’s recent clash with Xiao Yi still tingling. Regardless, he didn’t have the luxury to care about that now and limped after the others.

"Alright, they’re gone now. Hey, aren’t you overreacting a bit, crying like that?"

Watching as Gao Junjie and the others left with heads bowed in a sorry state, not even managing to throw back a single spiteful remark, Xiao Yi was slightly taken aback. He had thought that with their young masters’ temperaments, they would at least put up another fight or have to be thrown down again before they’d learn their lesson.

Could it be they learned their lesson after just one kick last time?

Xiao Yi, puzzled, shook his head and couldn’t be bothered to chase after them. He didn’t have the time to seriously engage with these minor nobles. Turning towards Fatty Tang, he saw the grown man standing there crying, and was at a loss for words – Fatty Tang, with his big and strong appearance, was indeed behaving too... Whatever. You’re crying even though the fists haven’t hit you yet? It’s bad enough you were screaming like a slaughtered pig, but now the tears are flowing too.

Despite being speechless, he still went over and patted his shoulder.

"Boss... Boss, what you said just now... was it true?"

Fatty Tang had closed his eyes, bracing himself for a beating that never came. Just as he was wondering what was happening, he heard Li Han and Wang Qiang start their own wailing. He couldn’t help but open his eyes in astonishment – and, seeing Xiao Yi suddenly standing in front of him, his face lit up with ecstatic joy. He knew that he had dodged a bullet.

When he heard what Xiao Yi had said, staring at Xiao Yi’s slender silhouette, which stood like a mountain before him, there was a string deep in his heart that was fiercely pricked. The muscles on his chubby face twitched violently, and a surge of warmth, which had not appeared for a long time, rolled in his small eyes and immediately started flowing down.

He was oblivious to Gao Junjie and the others leaving, and it wasn’t until Xiao Yi patted his shoulder that he snapped back to reality, quickly wiping away his tears, his small eyes fervently fixed on Xiao Yi, his voice trembling as he spoke.