Chapter 128. Master Jiu: Who beat up (Sige)?

Lin Yan clenched his teeth and shot Lei Ding and the others a fierce look, suppressing his anger.

"Let’s go." Gao Yang ignored Lei Ding’s provocations, pulling Lin Yan to leave.

However, their desire to avoid trouble couldn’t withstand certain people who were hell-bent on stirring it up.

Lei Ding stepped out from his group, blocking Gao Yang and Lin Yan’s path, "What’s the hurry, stray dogs? Aren’t we all old friends here? Isn’t it rare not to greet each other when we meet?"

Gao Yang stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Lin Yan, his gaze cold and sharp, "Lei Ding, there’s a limit to everything. Please know when to stop."

"Heh."

Lei Ding let out a scoffing laugh, then turned to his teammates, "Listen to this, how modest they are. We should definitely learn from their humble attitude."

"Lei Ding, you’re wrong there. They are the defeated, of course they act all meek and submissive like this. We’re different from them."

The speaker was Yake, who had been Liu Cong’s rival in last year’s race.

He was conceited and boisterous, with a strong sense of jealousy.

"Why don’t we see Liu Cong here? Don’t tell me he’s too scared to come after losing last year’s race?"

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Hahaha."

Lin Yan’s fists clenched tightly, and he shrugged off Gao Yang’s hand, pushing Yake.

"Watch your mouth."

"Oh, you want to fight?" Lei Ding sneered, his hand quick as lightning as he grabbed Lin Yan’s arm with a vicious grip.

"A loser who dares to be so bold here is truly overestimating himself."

Bone-chilling pain shot through his arm, causing Lin Yan’s face to change immediately, his forehead breaking out in a cold sweat.

He bit down hard on his teeth, forcibly enduring the pain, his eyes blazing red as he glared at Lei Ding.

"Lei Ding. Let go." Gao Yang sensed something wrong and attempted to rescue Lin Yan, but Yake blocked him.

"Gao Yang, it’s been a while since we last caught up. Let’s chat."

"Lei Ke, move aside." Gao Yang was frantic, pushing Yake aside without care for anything else.

Yake smirked mockingly, "What if I don’t move? What can you do to me?"

"Beg for mercy, if you beg, I might just let you go," Lei Ding looked down at Lin Yan, his smile sinister.

"Ptui!"

Lin Yan threw a punch at him, "In your dreams."

Besides being a racer, Lei Ding was also a professional boxer before. How could Lin Yan possibly be his match?

Lei Ding revealed a cruel smile, easily catching his fist and twisting it with a force, causing the bones to dislocate with a "crack" sound.

"Lin Yan." Gao Yang’s eyes reddened, and he turned to look at the silent silver-haired man.

"Anders, by letting your team member act so recklessly, you’re simply not fit to be a team leader."

The man addressed as Anders, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, had a deep set of facial features and his bronze skin added to his wildness.

He lifted his eyelids, giving Gao Yang a dismissive glance, his tone scornful, "It’s his own fault for overestimating his capabilities. This is also Lei Ding teaching a lesson to an unruly team member on behalf of Xiang Tian."

Gao Yang, "You..."

"What are you waiting for, Lei Ding? Don’t just stand there. Teach the team member a good lesson on behalf of Team Leader Xiang Tian," Yake and another teammate grabbed Gao Yang, gloating as they looked at Lin Yan whose face had turned pale.

This place had no surveillance cameras; it was a blind spot. No one would know if someone got beaten up here.

Without evidence or witnesses, who would believe Gao Yang’s words alone?

Lei Ding grabbed Lin Yan by the collar, a ruthless gleam flashing across his eyes.

...

Feng Group

CEO’s Office

"Hahaha, what’s with your lips?" Feng Yi laughed with a teasing expression.

"Did a little wild cat scratch you up last night?"

His laughter had not yet subsided when a throw pillow hit him squarely in the face.

"The car race in the Eastern Suburbs this year, is Feng Group the sponsor?" Li Mochan spoke lightly, cutting straight to the point.

Feng Yi rubbed his nose, "Starting from the year before last, the sponsor changed to Feng Group. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Li Mochan countered with a question, "Is Ye Jiuliang on the list of competitors?"

Feng Yi was momentarily stunned, then shook his head, "No."

He also liked car racing, so he would attend the race each year. He had looked over the list of competitors and did not see Ye Jiuliang’s name.

"Why, did Ye Jiuliang go to watch the race?"

Li Mochan frowned, "Isn’t the race tomorrow?"

Feng Yi replied, "It was changed to today at the last minute. It’s about to start, I need to go watch the race. Do you want to come with me?"

Suddenly Li Mochan remembered the group he encountered last night at the KTV. Could it be that his little wolf pup had gone to watch their race?

Prevent fires, prevent theft.

And prevent little brothers...

After a moment of contemplation, he unexpectedly stood up, leaving Feng Yi confused.

"Are you coming with me?" he asked tentatively.

Li Mochan cast a cold glance at him, "Any problems?"

The overwhelming aura forced Feng Yi to smile sheepishly, playfully responding, "No, not at all. I’ll go start the car for His Highness right away."

Others have friends, but he’s dealing with an ancestor.

...

Rest Room

The atmosphere was heavy.

"Captain, I won’t go to the hospital, it’s just a minor injury, some medicine will do," Lin Yan said from the sofa, his clothes dirty and his handsome face bruised, both hands wrapped in thick bandages.

To the side, Gao Yang stood with reddened eyes, an expression of defeat on his face.

Xiang Tian put his hand on Lin Yan’s shoulder, urging him not to move, "Lin Yan, are you not listening to my orders anymore? You have to go to the hospital right this minute. Otherwise, your hands will truly be ruined."

"But Captain, our race, I really can’t go," Lin Yan said with a hoarse voice.

If he left, the lineup they had arranged would be thrown into disarray, and they would likely lose the team race.

"There will always be another chance for racing, listen to me," Xiang Tian closed his eyes and then reopened them, a suppressed emotion flickering in their depths.

The others hung their heads, their clenched fists betraying their current mood.

Anders and his team had gone too far.

Baona raised her hand to wipe the moisture at the corner of her eyes, turning her head away in distress.

"Boss." Seeing the figure that appeared at the door, she was momentarily stunned.

All heads snapped up to look at the doorway, "Boss."

Their voices were hoarse, as if they had finally found the haven they had been seeking.

Ye Jiuliang stepped in slowly, her gaze sweeping over Lin Yan’s battered face, her delicate features clouded with frost.

"Who did this?" she asked in a calm voice.