The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 732 Not as Good as My Disciple_1

Chapter 732: Chapter 732 Not as Good as My Disciple_1

Liu Qingye supported her sister as she stood up, glaring at Zhang Yuan angrily, "Bastard, how dare you do such a thing to my sister!"

Despite the exposed wrongdoing, Zhang Yuan was far from panicked; instead, he sat down by the bed, smugly saying, "Sister Qingye, even if I did it, what can your Liu Family do to me? Or are you going to find someone to deal with me? Does your Liu Family have the guts?"

The reason he was so brazen was because the Liu Family’s strength was far from matching that of the Zhang Family.

If things really worked out, he could totally use the excuse that the rice has already been cooked to force the Liu Family to marry Liu Xia to him.

"I’m telling you, from today on, I will no longer let you see my sister!"

Liu Qingye gritted her teeth and hissed, then prepared to leave.

"Since you’re here, don’t be in such a hurry to leave." Zhang Yuan put down his wine glass and clapped his hands, "Mr. Qian."

A figure dressed in coarse linen appeared at the doorway.

"Young Master." Mr. Qian bowed slightly, greeting him.

Zhang Yuan pointed at the two of them, sneered, and said, "Take them down for me! I want to have a good taste of the sisters today!"

"As you command!"

Mr. Qian looked towards Ning Fan and Liu Qingye, hands hanging by his sides, and advanced slowly.

"Not good, this guy is Zhang Yuan’s personal Patron, and he’s very powerful," Liu Qingye said with a bright expression, "We probably won’t be able to get away today."

"Miss Liu, please just give up and let yourself be captured," Mr. Qian said expressionlessly, "The young master wouldn’t want to enjoy an injured woman."

"Zhang Yuan! Do you really want to provoke a conflict between the Zhang and Liu families?" Even though Liu Qingye was usually calm, panic flashed in her eyes now.

Zhang Yuan laughed heartily, "You really overestimate your Liu Family. Even if I take both of you today, your Liu Family will have to obediently send you over to me!"

"When one is less powerful, they can only take a beating without complaint! Mr. Qian, take them down for me!"

Mr. Qian strode forward, his right hand shooting out like lightning, aiming directly for Liu Qingye’s neck.

As for Ning Fan beside her, he didn’t even register in Mr. Qian’s consideration.

"Haha, your Zhang Family really is overbearing."

Ning Fan suddenly chuckled, extending his right hand as well.

It seemed effortless, yet he caught Mr. Qian’s wrist mid-air.

"Hm?"

Mr. Qian instantly turned his head to look at this young man, his eyes filled with surprise.

"You’re a Martial Artist too?"

Ning Fan shook his head, "I am not a Martial Artist."

"No matter if you are or not, you’re not my match," Mr. Qian growled, muscles on his arm bulging as he tried to shake Ning Fan off.

But the surprise in Mr. Qian’s eyes grew even more intense.

"Damn it, why can’t I shake you off!"

No matter how much he exerted himself, Ning Fan’s hand was like a vice, gripping his wrist firmly.

"Your strength isn’t even as good as my disciple’s," Ning Fan said, lifting his right hand and pulling Mr. Qian up with it.

Mr. Qian wanted to resist, but that overwhelming force didn’t allow him to, lifting him directly off the ground.

Ning Fan hoisted Mr. Qian into the air and, like swinging a hammer, slammed him down hard onto the ground.

Boom!

A deafening roar exploded, shaking the entire floor!

At this moment, one could be grateful that Zhang Yuan had previously booked the entire floor to avoid disturbances.

Now, a shallow pit had formed on the ground, with cracks spreading outward like a spider’s web in all directions.

Mr. Qian lay at the bottom of the pit, his eyes rolling back, passing out on the spot.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Yuan was shocked; his personal Patron had been knocked out like a little chick!

The young man had seemed weak, so how could he possess such mighty strength?

As Ning Fan moved closer to him, Zhang Yuan hastily stood up, retreating and threatening, "Kid, let me tell you, I am the eldest heir of the Zhang Family. If you dare to touch me, the Zhang Family will never let you off!"

Ning Fan, expressionless, stepped forward and placed a slap on his shoulder.

With a "crack," Zhang Yuan’s half shoulder immediately collapsed, and he fell directly onto the ground.

"Aaahhh! You bastard, I will kill you! You’re dead! I will never let you go!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes, "Noisy!"

He stepped forward and stomped, breaking Zhang Yuan’s right leg.

Zhang Yuan immediately fell silent, his mouth letting out a chick-like gasp as his whole body convulsed violently, resembling a fit of hysteria.

Ning Fan was about to continue the lesson but was stopped by Liu Qingye.

"That’s enough lessons for him. He probably won’t dare to bother Xiao Xia in the future," Liu Qingye said softly, "If you kill him, the Zhang Family will be relentless against you."

Zhang Yuan was right; the Liu Family’s strength was indeed far from the Zhang Family’s.

Even though she was furious now, she didn’t want to create private enmity between the two families.

"Fine, I’ll let him off the hook today," Ning Fan said, seeing that Liu Qingye had also spoken, and didn’t attack any further, "Take your sister and go. I’ll treat her."

The trio reached the ground floor, and the student couple saw them and hurried over.

"Professor, how did it go?"

"Is Sister Xia okay?"

Unlike Liu Qingye, Liu Xia was usually warm and hearty, often bringing milk tea and snacks to the students when she visited the lab; the students all had a favorable impression of this professor’s sister.