"Ye... Ye Luo, you..."

Ling Xiaofeng stared at Ye Luo with a dumbfounded expression, his mouth gaping wide open in disbelief.

Although he felt aggrieved by Shen Yunlong, he had absolutely never considered laying a hand on him.

After all, despite his arrogance and dissipated lifestyle, he was not a fool; the Ling Family might be one of Zhonghai’s four major families and its current strength was among the top in Zhonghai, but compared to the Shen Family, there was still a huge gap.

As the premier family of Zhonghai, the Shen Family naturally possessed formidable and terrifying power, and no one in Zhonghai dared to offend a member of the Shen Family, especially the sons and heirs.

Shen Yunlong, as the second son of the current family head of the Shen Family, held an esteemed position. Yet Ye Luo had just kicked him away with a single blow, an act that was utterly audacious and defied the heavens.

The onlookers, whether they were Shen Yunlong’s entourage or the group of foppish young masters behind Ling Xiaofeng, all looked at Ye Luo as if watching a fool.

Had this guy gone mad, or was he brainless, to dare to strike the second young master of the Shen Family? This was like digging one’s grave, practically a rhythm seeking death.

"Young Master Shen, how are you? Are you okay?"

By now, Shen Yunlong had been helped up, his face pale and his lips stained with fresh blood, looking somewhat disheveled, his expression both fierce and pained, while his eyes brimmed with endless hatred and anger, staring fixedly at Ye Luo.

"Motherfucker, who the hell are you to hit me? Are you fucking tired of living?"

Shen Yunlong glared at Ye Luo and cursed angrily, fuming with rage.

Slap!

Ye Luo stepped forward and once again sent out a slap as swift as lightning, flipping the esteemed second young master of the Shen Family back onto the ground, with one side of his face swelling up high.

"Speak more civilly and don’t disgrace the people of Huaxia,"

Ye Luo said coldly after hitting him.

"Bastard... you... I will never let you go."

Shen Yunlong glared at Ye Luo with a face mixed with rage, his eyes sparkling with a chilling hatred as his facial features were completely contorted, looking ferocious.

"Who are you? Who gave you the permission to take action privately at Zixuan Clubhouse?"

At this moment, Wang Dongfang, the manager of Zixuan Clubhouse, watched Ye Luo with an unpleasant expression.

Zixuan Clubhouse strictly prohibited any fighting, and with such an incident now occurring, if the higher-ups were to investigate this matter, he wouldn’t be able to escape the consequences. His eyes bore a hint of malice as he began to notify others to call the security personnel of Zixuan Clubhouse to come over.

However, in face of the manager’s question, Ye Luo did not respond, but turned his gaze toward the haughty young master who had previously spoken with malevolent intentions.

When that haughty young master felt Ye Luo’s gaze turn toward him, his heart trembled and his face instantly turned somewhat ashen, his eyes revealing a hint of fear as he looked at Ye Luo.

"You... what do you want to do?"

"Was it you who said earlier that Ling Qingya was a fresh flower stuck in cow dung?"

Ye Luo fixed his gaze on the young master, speaking in an even tone that carried an immense pressure, causing the young master to breathe hastily, his forehead involuntarily breaking out in cold sweat.

"I... I..."

Half a day had passed, and this young master, who was notoriously arrogant in Zhonghai, could not utter a single word.

Bang!

Ye Luo kicked out fiercely again, his large foot imprinting on the victim’s face, creating a deep shoe mark. The man’s body was sent flying, crashing against the club wall beside them, then rebounding onto the floor, coughing up fresh blood.

"Goddammit, to dare call me cow dung, that’s too insulting."

Withdrawing his right leg, Ye Luo huffed with a disdainful and dissatisfied expression.

At this moment, the young masters, whose eyes were previously filled with shock, suddenly realized that this man was none other than Ling Qingya’s fiancé—the dispirited eldest son of the Ye Family.

Who would have thought that despite the Ye Family’s fall from grace, the eldest son of the Ye Family remained so formidable!

Watching Ye Luo once again dominate, flipping another Zhonghai young master onto the ground, those who were once unbeatable retreated several steps away from Ye Luo, their eyes filling with intense fear as they watched him.

At the same time, a group of personnel clad in purple uniforms, holding batons, rushed over. Each of them stood tall at 1.8 meters with a broad and sturdy physique, sharp eyes like knives, radiating a chilling aura—they were the security staff of Zixuan Club.

"Manager Wang, what happened?"

The leader of the security staff was a man who stood at 1.9 meters tall, as sturdy as a tower, with eyes sharp as torches exuding frightening intensity, his temples bulging and his fists covered with calluses, exuding an oppressive aura just by standing there.

"****, you’re just in time. This guy started a fight in Zixuan, breaking the club’s rules. Take him down immediately," Wang Dongfang directed at the 1.9-meter tall man, pointing at Ye Luo.

In a flash, that ****’s eyes scanned Ye Luo with a terrifying sharpness, exerting a heavy sense of pressure.

Ye Luo quickly assessed that this **** had reached the Houtian Peak, and those in purple uniforms around him all possessed at least the strength of the Acquired Realm.

To think that the club’s security staff were all martial artists, and among them existed a master of the Houtian Peak level—it spoke volumes of Zixuan Club’s exceptional standing.

This revelation caused a hint of surprise to flicker through Ye Luo’s eyes, but his lips curled into a smile, showing no sign of intimidation.

"Kid, you’re dead this time," sneered Shen Yunlong, who had been propped up again, pointing at Ye Luo with his swollen face.

The dandies present were watching Ye Luo with a schadenfreude grin.

Zixuan Club, the most high-end club in Zhonghai, had strict rules forbidding any brawls or disturbances; violators would surely receive the club’s punishment.

There had been several young masters from prominent Zhonghai families who got drunk within the club’s walls, causing trouble and hurting others, only to have their legs broken by Zixuan’s security and thrown out.

The families of these young masters attempted to confront Zixuan Club, but less than a day later, the family heads personally came to Zixuan to apologize, demonstrating the club’s power.

Now that Ye Luo had started a fight within Zixuan, it was evident he would face the club’s punishment—and it would be miserable.

Witnessing this scene, Ling Xiaofeng’s brows furrowed slightly, and a flicker of unusual color crossed his eyes, but he remained silent.

For causing trouble in Zixuan Club, break his legs, throw him out of the club, and he shall never step foot here again!