Chapter 413, indeed, one needs to exercise more (first update)

A thunderbolt from a clear sky struck down, and the four Wei Dong looked at each other in disbelief.

Weak, innocent, and pitiful.

"Madam, you’re joking, right?" Wei Bei swallowed his saliva and asked with a sheepish grin.

He was still young; he still wanted to get married.

Ye Jiuliang’s red lips curled slightly, and her eyes mischievously swept over him, "Do I look like I’m joking?"

"Uh..." Wei Bei was at a loss for words.

"How about this, whoever beats me today will get an extra fifty million in their red envelope, courtesy of your master," Ye Jiuliang said indifferently, her gaze sweeping over everyone.

An extra fifty million?

That’s a billion ahhh!

Everyone’s eyes shone brightly, their fighting spirit instantly ignited.

In an instant, numerous gazes converged on Li Mochan.

Under everyone’s intense scrutiny, Li Mochan’s thin lips parted slightly, and his low magnetic voice escaped, "What she says, goes."

In a split second, a cheer erupted.

In contrast, the four Wei Dong all wore worried expressions.

Winning against Ye Jiuliang would be difficult.

Ye Jiuliang grabbed the rope at the edge of the platform with her hand, flipped nimbly into the air, and landed easily on the stage.

She looked down from above at the four Wei Dong, tilting her head slightly, her brows arching like crescent moons, "Who’s first?"

"Why don’t you go first?" Wei Bei slyly turned his gaze to Wei Nan, fully embodying the spirit of modesty.

"No, no, let Wei Xi go first," said Wei Nan, waving his hand and giving Wei Xi a shove.

Mysteriously singled out, Wei Xi wore an innocent face and backed away, retreating two steps, "Wei Dong should go first; he’s the oldest."

"Agreed," Wei Bei, the fickle one, immediately raised his hand in support.

Following the trend, Wei Nan added, "Well, I agree too."

Wei Dong, "..."

These unloyal bastards.

Friends no more, comrades no more, bonds broken.

Watching them pass the buck, Ye Jiuliang intuitively made the decision for them, "No need to be modest, Wei Nan, Wei Bei, the two of you, come up."

If Wei Dong, who had a higher martial strength than Wei Nan, lost, the other three would definitely not step up, and then the four of them wouldn’t be able to scrub the toilet together—how boring that would be.

Suddenly called upon, like fate itself had seized their throats, Wei Nan and Wei Bei exchanged a glance and gave a bitter smile.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder onto the stage, exuding a sense of tragic determination as if there were no return.

Li Mochan found a chair to sit on, his arm draped with Ye Jiuliang’s coat.

His legs crossed elegantly, an air of noble calm enveloping him.

He looked up at the platform where the woman was unhurriedly rolling up her sleeves, her waterfall-like black hair tied back, adding a touch of cool toughness.

"Madam, if we injure your master, won’t he kill us?" Wei Bei inquired before the battle began.

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but laugh, "That question really makes me question your intelligence."

"..."

Is that not a friendly thing to say?

"Madam, I..."

Before Wei Nan could finish, Ye Jiuliang lost patience and curtly threw two words at him.

"Rambling."

With that, a fierce burst of punching wind rushed forward, carrying with it severe ferocity.

What incredible speed.

Wei Bei and Wei Nan’s pupils constricted as they dodged to each side simultaneously.

Wei Bei steadied himself and exchanged a glance with Wei Nan, and they attacked Ye Jiuliang from the left and the right.

Wei Bei and Wei Nan, who fought together all year round, did not need to elaborate on their tacit understanding.

Ye Jiuliang ducked, dodging Wei Nan’s fist, and turned her body, lifting her knee to kick away Wei Bei’s sweeping leg.

Hiss.

Wei Bei stepped back, shaking his arm, feeling somewhat numb.

That’s more brawn than a man.

Ye Jiuliang caught Wei Nan’s fist, grabbed his arm, and with a spin, executed a shoulder throw.

"Bang—"

The dull sound left the spectators below the stage wide-eyed and tongue-tied.

Was it an illusion?

Their boss Wei Nan was actually defeated.

"Whew..."

Wei Nan lay on the ground, gasping for air.

The lady was ruthless, attacking wherever it hurt the most—utterly bullying.

It freaking hurt.

He glanced sideways to see Wei Bei still holding on, almost able to predict Wei Bei’s outcome.

"Madam, please show some mercy," Wei Bei panted unsteadily, begging while exchanging blows with her.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curled slightly as she moved gracefully, appearing behind him in the blink of an eye.

"Wei Bei, be careful," Wei Nan cried out in alarm as a warning.

Wei Bei had just turned around when an elbow suddenly struck his back, causing his handsome face to contort in pain. He swung a punch backwards in response.

Ye Jiuliang whistled, catching his wrist with one hand and grabbing the clothes around his waist with the other. She hoisted him up with force.

Seeing this, the people below the stage felt weak in their knees, wearing a look of dumbfounding.

Damn.

What kind of monster is this?

Where’s the promised frailty?

Wei Xi held his forehead, unable to bear the sight.

No wonder the master fancies her—she’s no ordinary fish in the pond.

If a girl has this much strength, what’s left for us men?

"Madam, I give up, I give up," Wei Bei hurriedly conceded, not wanting to be thrown down.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curled into a smile, obliging him and setting him back on the ground.

Once his feet touched the ground, Wei Bei felt reborn.

He rubbed his bruised arm, wincing in pain.

Wei Nan stood up, dusting off his clothes, and looked resentfully at Ye Jiuliang, "Madam, if you’re reluctant to part with the red packet, just say so, don’t be so hard on us—we haven’t even taken wives yet."

If they were truly her enemy, they could lose their lives.

"Exactly," Wei Bei chimed in.

Ye Jiuliang crossed her arms and tsked, "It seems you all lack regular exercise. That reflex was no good. I’ve heard there’s a Dark Hall here, so how about..."

"Madam, please spare us..." Hearing the words "Dark Hall," Wei Bei stopped rubbing his arm, his face ashen as he begged for mercy.

Dark Hall, that hellish place, he’d rather feed pigs than go there.

A chilly voice floated up from below the stage, its distinctive timbre highly recognizable, "Indeed, more training is necessary."

Ye Jiuliang chuckled softly and walked over to the man at the edge of the ring.

She bent down, and Li Mochan reached out to wipe the thin sweat from her forehead, his gaze soft as he watched her, "They’re tough, no need to hold back."

Wei Bei and Wei Nan, just about to step off the ring, felt their hearts shatter at his words.

Master, we’re not that tough.

"Madam, may I admit defeat?" Having seen the plight of Wei Nan and the others, Wei Xi instantly lost his nerve.

Better not to ask for a beating since he was going to lose anyway.

Without waiting for Ye Jiuliang to speak, Wei Nan and Wei Bei each grabbed one of Wei Xi’s arms.

Wei Bei said with a sly smile, "Wei Xi, how can you admit defeat before the fight? That’s spiritless."

"Exactly, how do you know you’ll definitely lose without a fight?" Wei Nan agreed, "We have high hopes for you."

Wei Xi gave a forced smile, sending them one word, "Scram."

He wasn’t fooled; they just wanted to see him take a beating, the ill-intentioned bunch.

Wei Nan and Wei Bei exchanged glances, then each took a side and tossed Wei Xi onto the ring, "Madam, Wei Xi says he’s tough—says you don’t have to be polite and to go hard on him."

Wei Xi, who landed sitting on the ground, looked up into Ye Jiuliang’s smiling eyes and inexplicably shivered.