The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

Chen Erbao stayed at the factory until evening, handling all the paperwork. Then he drove home with Fang Yun, Qiu Shuzhen, and Lin Rui.

After dinner, Chen Erbao grew restless from the quiet and decided to go out on the prowl.

'I'm leaving tomorrow and won't be back for a week. I have to satisfy all the women first. Can't show favoritism.'

He headed straight for Zhao Ruoying's house. As he passed Chen Jiaqi's place, he hesitated for a moment. 'Better not,' he thought. 'I just beat up Chen Qing yesterday. I should probably avoid Chen Jiaqi for a while.'

...

Inside a smoke-filled private room at the most upscale business KTV in Hongyuan City.

Scantily clad girls swayed back and forth, trying to please the two young men sitting on the sofa.

"Did you find the guy?"

"He's on his way. We're talking about a Muay Thai Grandmaster here. Teaching some country bumpkin a lesson will be a piece of cake for him."

"Good. Make it clean. Don't let Medicine King Hall trace it back to us."

"Hmph. So what if they do? You think he'd dare to retaliate against me?"

Wang Ming's expression was sinister, thick with killing intent.

He'd had an aristocratic upbringing. Abroad, he'd never even heard a harsh word, let alone been hit. Who would have thought that upon returning to the country, he'd be pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by some nobody who came out of nowhere?

The combat sports and kickboxing he usually practiced were completely useless. He hadn't even seen how Chen Erbao moved before he was already on the ground.

"That kid is a practitioner. We should get more guys."

"Master Chuck has been in the underground fighting scene for years. Don't worry, there's no way this can go wrong."

Ma Qiming dangled a cigarette from his lips, one hand resting on the head of the young girl kneeling between his legs as he enjoyed her skills.

"Borrow some men from a local Hongyuan City gang. There can be no mistakes."

"Mmm... it's not like we're going to kill him. We're just teaching him a lesson, making sure he remembers it."

Hearing this, Wang Ming's face grew even more displeased.

"If we were abroad, I'd have him hacked into pieces and thrown into the sea!"

Ma Qiming exhaled a puff of smoke and pressed down forcefully on the girl beneath him.

"The way you do things abroad won't fly here. Chen Erbao isn't some nobody. His business is huge, he works closely with Medicine King Hall, and it seems he's on good terms with the Zhao Family too. We can't kill him. You might be able to run back abroad, but I can't."

Wang Ming slammed his fist on the glass table, startling the dancing girls.

He said viciously,

"Just beating him up is letting him off too easy. Tell that Muay Thai expert to cripple one of his legs!"

Ma Qiming's brow furrowed when he heard this.

His family's Dingsheng Group was only a notch below Medicine King Hall, but the last time, a call from Medicine King Hall's upper management went directly to his dad's personal phone, demanding an explanation.

His dad had to cash in some favors just to smooth things over, and he had specifically warned him not to mess with Chen Erbao again.

But Wang Ming wouldn't let it go and insisted on getting even. He had begged him several times before Ma Qiming finally hired a Muay Thai expert to teach Chen Erbao a lesson.

If this whole affair wasn't exposed, there wouldn't be much risk. But if it was, forget about Medicine King Hall's anger—he wouldn't even be able to get past his own father!

On the surface, he was the sole heir to the Dingsheng Group, but Ma Tengfei had quite a few illegitimate children behind the scenes. The only advantage he had was that his mother was the official wife; otherwise, he really wasn't sure he could compete with the others.

If this got out, Ma Tengfei might lose hope in him and maybe even start grooming another heir.

'Is Wang Ming's friendship worth it...'

Ma Qiming fell into deep thought.

Although Wang Ming was the son of the EX Group's president in the United States, his situation was much worse than Ma Qiming's.

He wasn't just born from a mistress, he was one of many illegitimate children. With his mediocre abilities and unremarkable character, he was no match for the 'Crown Princes' being groomed as heirs.

'Wang Ming might hold some shares in the EX Group, but it's just a small fraction. I don't know if he'll be of any help to me in the future...'

"Let's not let this get too big. Breaking his leg is a different story. If Medicine King Hall or the Zhao Family decide to pursue it, we won't be able to hide it. Just beating him up is enough."

"Fuck!"

Wang Ming was incredibly frustrated. He grabbed the head below his crotch and, with a final, furious burst, fired his load.

Ma Qiming finished up as well. He picked up his glass and drank by himself, inwardly debating whether he should continue helping Wang Ming.

Through their recent interactions, Ma Qiming had realized Wang Ming was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid, through and through. He really couldn't see anything about Wang Ming's future that was worth investing in.

'The EX Group may be powerful in the United States, but in this country, you still have to play by the rules of big shots like Medicine King Hall.'

...

Chen Erbao arrived at Zhao Ruoying's house. He was about to knock, but then had another thought. 'Knocking isn't really my style.' So, with a light leap, he vaulted over the courtyard wall.

The room was brightly lit. Through the window, he could see Zhao Ruoying lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, a face mask on.

Chen Erbao tiptoed inside, found the light switch, and flicked it off.

CLICK!

After the soft click, the room plunged into darkness.

Zhao Ruoying opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling in confusion. After a moment, she got up and began fumbling her way toward the light switch.

Chen Erbao, hiding in the darkness nearby, watched as Zhao Ruoying fumbled for the switch with her mask still on. He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her.

His large hands grabbed her ample chest, as if by reflex.

"Ah!"

Startled by the sudden embrace, Zhao Ruoying first cried out in alarm, then immediately threw a kick straight for his groin.

"Holy shit!"

Chen Erbao never expected that move. He instinctively squeezed his legs together, and although he managed to trap Zhao Ruoying's foot, his junk still took a solid hit.

Hearing Chen Erbao's yelp, Zhao Ruoying finally realized who it was.

"Er Bao? What are you doing here?"

Grimacing and clutching his crotch, Chen Erbao flicked the light on, a pained look on his face.

'Even at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, my vital parts down there are still a bit fragile.' A direct hit from Zhao Ruoying like that... in the past, he would have been completely ruined.

It wasn't that serious now, but Chen Erbao still felt a piercing pain.

He doubled over and curled up on the sofa, his face a mask of pain.

"You're vicious! If you'd really broken it, you would have had to spend the rest of your life as a lonely widow!"

Seeing that his expression wasn't faked, Zhao Ruoying quickly took off her face mask and squatted down beside Chen Erbao, worried.

"I didn't know it was you... Besides, who told you to turn off the lights and scare me!"

Zhao Ruoying gingerly touched Chen Erbao's arm.

"How is it? Does it hurt?"

"Obviously! How about I give you a kick and see how you like it!"

Chen Erbao circulated his Joyful Technique and, after confirming his junk wasn't broken, finally relaxed.

Zhao Ruoying said worriedly,

"If it hurts a lot, should we go to the hospital to get it checked out? What if... you can't use it anymore in the future..."

Her face turned red as she spoke.

The corner of Chen Erbao's mouth twitched.

"If it's really broken, you'll be the one to regret it!"

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