Chapter 47: Yang Real Estate

Ye Tianci glanced down from the window, his brow instantly furrowing. “Auntie Li?” He immediately opened the door and hurried downstairs.

In front of the building, a woman in her forties was being shoved against the wall by several young men—it was Auntie Li from Qingshan Welfare Home. She tried to dodge them while protecting the lunchbox in her hands, careful not to let it be knocked over.

“Did you really think hiding here would keep us from finding you?”

“I’m telling you, even if you run to the ends of the earth, Yang Real Estate will drag you out!”

“The final deadline is up. Let me ask you one last time: will you sign or not?”

A young man in a checkered shirt pressed her coldly, his expression fierce.

Clutching her lunchbox, Auntie Li’s face was full of fear. “That’s my property—the papers are all in order. Why must I sell it to Yang Real Estate at a low price?”

“No matter what you try, I won’t sign. What you’re doing is illegal!”

The young man in the checkered shirt sneered, nostrils flared. “Illegal?”

“The law is only for little nobodies like you. It doesn’t apply to me or my family’s business!”

“Yang Real Estate gave you a deadline. Today’s the last day. Since you still refuse, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson!”

As he spoke, he raised his arm high.

“Hm?” To his surprise, the young man found his arm immobilized, unable to move it at all. He turned his head, only to see his arm gripped by someone else.

It was Ye Tianci.

“In broad daylight, a group of men bullying a woman—how are you any different from thugs?”

“The worst thug here is you, trying to strike someone.”

Ye Tianci gave a light shove.

The young man in the checkered shirt staggered back three steps, landed on his backside, rolled over, and scrambled to his feet in embarrassment.

Furious, the young man shouted, “Whose open fly let this lunatic in here?”

“You dare meddle in my affairs? Do you know who I am? Do you know the power Yang Real Estate holds?”

Ye Tianci narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curving his lips. “Go on, let’s hear it.”

“I’m Yang Gaofeng! Yang Real Estate is my family’s business!”

“My father is Yang Ming, a famous physician in Shu City. His master is the renowned Doctor Xue, which means Doctor Xue is my grandmaster!”

“My maternal grandfather is Qi Changling, head of the Qi family! My uncle is the second-in-command at the Skysight Pavilion in Shu City! My other uncle is deputy commander of the Southern Province War Zone!”

“Well? Are you scared now? Do you dare meddle in my business again?”

Yang Gaofeng’s arrogance was palpable, his face full of contempt, taking Ye Tianci for nothing.

Ye Tianci’s expression was indifferent. “So you’re Qi Changling’s grandson, and Doctor Xue’s disciple’s disciple. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner.”

“Hmph!”

Yang Gaofeng snorted, his arrogance only growing. “Since you know my grandmaster’s and grandfather’s names, you’d better get lost!”

“Get lost?” Ye Tianci replied calmly, “I won’t, but you can roll out of here. I’m sure you know how.”

Yang Gaofeng was momentarily stunned, then picked his ear with his pinkie, thinking he’d misheard.

Anywhere in Shu City, as long as he mentioned his grandfather and uncles, people treated him with the utmost respect.

But this cripple dared tell him to get lost?

Yang Gaofeng’s eyes grew cold. “You told me to get lost? Did I hear you right?”

“You heard right. But before you roll out, you need to kneel and apologize to this lady.”

Ye Tianci’s voice was cool and steady.

A vicious glare appeared in Yang Gaofeng’s eyes.

“You dare act tough in front of me? You’re tired of living!”

“Get him! Teach this dog a lesson—beat him to death or cripple him, I’ll take responsibility!”

With a fierce wave of his hand, Yang Gaofeng’s followers charged, howling.

With a flurry of swift movements, Ye Tianci dispatched all of them in under ten seconds.

“Didn’t expect you knew a bit of martial arts?” Yang Gaofeng was slightly surprised, then snorted dismissively. “You think a few moves will let you act tough in front of me? Fool! Nowadays, it’s all about power and status!”

“The director of Huichun Sanatorium is a friend of my father’s—he’ll never let you off!”

Just as he finished, a middle-aged man strode out of the building with several people in tow.

It was Zheng Qi, the director of Huichun Sanatorium.

He had just come from visiting General Tang Qiong upstairs, which was why he was a bit late. Spotting Ye Tianci instantly, he recognized him as the true owner of the sanatorium, as General Tang had said.

Zheng Qi was about to greet him when Yang Gaofeng shouted, “Director Zheng!”

“Young Master Yang, what brings you here? What’s going on?” Zheng Qi asked, smiling.

Behind Yang Gaofeng was the Yang family, a second-tier clan in Shu City, with assets in the billions, and he was also Qi Changling’s grandson. Zheng Qi couldn’t afford to offend him.

Yang Gaofeng pointed arrogantly at Ye Tianci. “Director Zheng, this punk injured my men. You’d better deal with him!”

Zheng Qi was startled, his brows twitching. “You want me to deal with… Mr. Ye?”

“That so-called Mr. Ye is nothing but an arrogant brat who doesn’t know his place! Teach him a lesson for me—give him ten good slaps!”

Yang Gaofeng ordered, his manner overbearing.

Zheng Qi felt his mouth go dry.

No matter how impressive Yang Gaofeng’s connections were, they were nothing compared to Ye Tianci’s!

Ye Tianci was the true master of Huichun Sanatorium, with General Tang Qiong and the entire Tang family behind him!

Even if Zheng Qi were a fool, he wouldn’t offend Ye Tianci just to please Yang Gaofeng.

Especially with General Tang Qiong here—he had to perform well.

With that thought, Zheng Qi’s face darkened and he barked coldly, “Security!”

Several guards rushed over eagerly.

Zheng Qi pointed at Yang Gaofeng. “Give him twenty slaps—make them count!”

The security guards surged forward. Two seized Yang Gaofeng’s arms, two pinned his shoulders, and another swung his hand around and slapped him hard across the face.

Smack!

The slap echoed loudly. With that first blow, two of Yang Gaofeng’s teeth flew from his mouth.

“Director Zheng, why are you hitting me? You’ve got the wrong person! Hit that guy!” Yang Gaofeng cried, baring his teeth in pain.

“It’s you I’m hitting, you blind cur! You dare make trouble at my Huichun Sanatorium? You dare offend Mr. Ye?”

Zheng Qi barked, ordering the guards to continue.

The security guard assigned to slap him understood the situation—this was his chance to impress. Every slap was delivered with full force.

Yang Gaofeng howled in agony.

After twenty slaps, his mouth was battered and bloody; both corners split and blood streaming down his chin. His cheeks were as red and swollen as a monkey’s bottom, as if scalded by boiling oil.

Not a tooth remained in his mouth.

Yang Gaofeng collapsed weakly to his knees, panting heavily, blood and saliva constantly dripping from his lips. Glaring venomously at Zheng Qi, he clenched his fists and roared with resentment, “Zheng the Eunuch! How dare you hurt me?”

At the mention of “Zheng the Eunuch,” Zheng Qi’s eyes blazed with fury.

He was an illegitimate child; when he was young, his father’s wife had him mutilated, losing one testicle and nearly being castrated. Where a normal man had two, Zheng Qi had only one.

“Eunuch” was a humiliating nickname that had followed him since childhood, both a physical defect and a source of rage.

It had been many years since anyone called him that.

Yang Gaofeng, in public, had just struck his rawest nerve. In an instant, Zheng Qi was incandescent with rage and barked, “Break his legs!”