My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

Chapter 303: Chapter 157: Offend?

A Courtyard, Number 19.

Hoarse roars of fury echoed from within the courtyard, accompanied by the crashing sound of things being smashed.

There were many people in the courtyard, but not a single one dared to speak. They all stood with their heads bowed, even suppressing their breathing.

Geng Ye was among them, his head lowered, not saying a word.

The ground was littered with all sorts of fragments—from stools, jade ornaments, bowls, and plates...

Shen Han stood barefoot on the messy floor, treading on the shards of jade and porcelain.

His outer robe, long since ripped to shreds, lay on the ground. He wore only a disheveled inner tunic, his chest heaving violently. Each breath was a ragged, rasping sound, like air being forced through a broken bellows.

He recalled the scene from that morning—he had been slapped in front of everyone, like a common dog!

"How dare he... Who does he think he is?!"

The last few words were roared out, the veins on his neck bulging and his eyes bloodshot.

...Today, on that small fighting ring, all his pride and self-respect had been torn to shreds.

"Young Master, you... don’t be like this... I-I’ll go out right now and kill that man!"

The maid who had tried to intervene in the ring spoke, her eyes red and filled with a vicious glint!

The other maid gritted her teeth and hissed in a low voice, "Stop making trouble! Even if we are to kill him, how can we do it in the Post House? Are you trying to get the Young Master killed?!"

"Yes... I want him dead! I want him dead!!!"

But Shen Han, standing nearby, seemed to have heard them. He growled, his eyes crimson.

Never in his life had he suffered such a humiliation!

An unprecedented killing intent flooded his heart.

Right now, he wanted only to kill the man... Nothing else mattered!

Just as the maid was growing anxious, a series of knocks sounded at the gate. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Everyone, both inside and outside the courtyard, instinctively looked up at the gate, then turned their gazes to Shen Han.

Shen Han’s eyes were blood-red. Like a caged beast, he snarled, "Who is it?!"

He roared in fury.

There was a moment of silence from outside, then a steady voice spoke. "It is I. According to the rules of the Post House, this courtyard now belongs to Qin Fang. Your time is up; you need to vacate."

The more impulsive maid’s eyes reddened. "This is outrageous!!"

She strode quickly to the gate and yanked it open.

A few Black Armored Soldiers were standing outside.

Their leader was the same dark-faced, middle-aged man who had stopped her from interfering that morning.

Before she could speak, she saw someone peering curiously into the courtyard. Her eyes fell on him, and they immediately turned red with rage.

"You dare to show your face here?!"

Without another word, she raised her hand to strike.

But Qin Fang had already dodged behind the dark-faced middle-aged man. He peeked his head out and grinned. "This courtyard is mine now. Why wouldn’t I dare to come? And hey, have some decency, will you? You lost, and you’re still squatting in my place? Is this how the Shen Family taught you to behave?"

The dark-faced middle-aged man’s cheek twitched. He turned and shot Qin Fang a glare...

’You’re really determined to offend him to the bitter end, aren’t you?’

Qin Fang shrugged.

"You!"

The maid began to say something.

"Mo Zhu!"

But a voice cut her off.

"Young Master?"

She turned her head.

Only then did she see that Shen Han, who had been consumed by rage moments ago, had walked out.

He had put on fresh clothes. His face was still pale, but he had clearly composed himself.

...Clearly, he didn’t want anyone else to see him in such a pathetic state.

Qin Fang’s and Shen Han’s eyes met.

Shen Han’s gaze was so icy it felt as if it could freeze him to death.

His eyes held undisguised killing intent.

"It’s just a courtyard. I, Shen Han, can afford to lose it..."

He said, forcing the words out through gritted teeth.

Qin Fang raised an eyebrow, then pursed his lips. "Hold on. Don’t talk like this courtyard was ever yours to begin with. Get it straight—you’re just a guest. The Post House owns it, understand? Seriously, I’m speechless. You think just because you’ve lived here for a while, it’s yours? By that logic, I’ve been in Lanyang City for a few days now. Does that mean Lanyang City is mine?"

That single sentence made Shen Han’s chest, which had just begun to settle, ache sharply again. He almost spat out another mouthful of blood!

His entire body trembled as he clenched his fists, glaring at Qin Fang.

"What are you looking at? If you’re really not convinced, then let’s go to the life-and-death arena. I’ll file the application right now. Do you dare to sign?"

Qin Fang wasn’t about to humor him.

And those words left Shen Han utterly speechless, his rather handsome face flushing crimson with suppressed rage...

The dark-faced middle-aged man slapped a hand to his forehead. ’Well, I completely misjudged him. This one’s words are truly laced with poison!’

He cleared his throat, then gave a slight bow and said gently, "Young Master Shen, according to the Post House rules, you do indeed need to relocate... I have already arranged for a place for you in the B Courtyard. You can move in immediately."

He felt that if he let these two continue talking, they might actually end up on the life-and-death arena today.

And then Qin Fang would have truly, utterly offended the Shen Family!

’...Although, at this point, he’s probably offended them beyond all hope already, right?’

Shen Han’s chest heaved like a broken bellows, but after a long moment, a voice squeezed from between his teeth.

"Let’s go!"

With that, he was the first one out the gate, refusing to look at Qin Fang again.

The others followed hurriedly, as if granted a great pardon. They were carrying quite a few things in their hands; it was clear Shen Han had already started packing...

Qin Fang glanced at the messy ground and called out in dissatisfaction, "Hey, have you no public decency? You’re not going to clean up this mess you made?"

Judging by Shen Han’s back, he already looked like he was about to explode.

Upon hearing Qin Fang’s voice, he didn’t respond but instead quickened his pace.

"Huh?!"

Qin Fang’s eyes widened. But seeing that Shen Han and his people were already far away, he rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, no decency at all..."

He muttered.

The dark-faced middle-aged man: "..."

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