Angie Chen's shout was so loud it echoed all the way outside; instantly, everyone inside the cruise ship turned to look. At that moment, Kevin Wang's face was frozen stiff, like a volcano about to erupt inside him.
A lot of people gulped hard, staring in disbelief at the scene.
Nobody expected someone would dare flip out at Kevin Wang on the Wang Family's cruise ship. Wang Anyi was onboard too, plus tons of rich Jiangbei moguls. Even the wildest rich kids usually have to behave themselves here.
But clearly, they got it wrong. This time they ran into the provincial capital’s top beauty—and the most famously spoiled heiress around.
In the Chen Family, if anyone dared cross her, she’d slap them instantly.
Once, some rich kid couldn’t resist flirting with her. Angie Chen showed up that night with people and literally blew up his villa—almost killed the guy. Afterwards, anyone who tried to investigate got stonewalled, and the rich kid himself went to the police saying his gas pipe exploded, swearing it had nothing to do with anyone else.
That’s why nobody dares mess with Angie Chen. Even if she gets drunk and collapses on the street in the sexiest outfit, nobody would dare touch her. Hell, most rich boys would fight for the chance to get her home safe—no one would lay a finger on her.
“Anqi, in front of all these people, you’re really sticking up for him, you…” Kevin Wang’s mind was spinning with all this info. No matter how pissed he was, he didn’t dare explode, so he had to swallow his pride.
But before he could finish his soft answer, Anqi Chen’s thunderous voice blasted out again: “Kevin Wang, are you deaf? Or just blind? Didn’t you see Master Ling’s look just now? If you want to live, get lost—now!”
Anqi Chen flipped out again, her voice booming like thunder. Even her bikini-wrapped chest seemed to swell with the force.
Right now, nobody dared say a word—not even fart.
Bottom line, nobody dares light Angie Chen’s fuse, and nobody messes with the Chen Family!
Kevin Wang’s face turned completely green with rage. He shot Ryan Ling a vicious glare, gritted his teeth, and spat out, “Let’s go,” then slunk off with his crew.
But Angie Chen didn’t react at all—her attention was still glued to Ryan Ling.
Master Ling, how about we go up to the glass pool and have a swim?
No!
Or maybe we grab a bite to eat? They’ve got top-grade king crab here!
Not hungry!
I know you’re a little tired. There’s an amazing massage room upstairs—I could, uh, use my body to help you relax?
Pfft! Before Ryan Ling could react, every rich kid nearby shot nosebleeds.
Forget it, I’m ticklish—I’m heading out to rest! Ryan Ling was speechless, yawned, and walked away.
Master Ling, I’ll come with you—and give you a temple massage to help you relax! Angie Chen wouldn’t give up.
Seriously, you should go change clothes—don’t dress so revealingly, it’s not good! Ryan Ling was getting scared of this human cling wrap.
Yes, sir! I’ll change right away! From now on, my three-piece swimsuit is for Master Ling’s eyes only! Angie Chen called out, instantly obeying.
Half the men nearby had already fainted, and even Ryan Ling was about to spit blood.
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Night fell, inside a luxury suite on the cruise ship.
Young Master Wang, we’ve got the info—this kid’s name is Ryan Ling, he’s the recent champion of the Jiangnan Seven-City Martial Arts Tournament, and he’s the one who killed Nate Ye with a single sword! reported a subordinate.
So it’s this kid. He’s been pretty hot lately—no wonder he’s so cocky. But even if he’s got a bit of fame, how could a woman like Angie Chen fall so hard for a newcomer? Kevin Wang clenched his fist, full of doubts.
Who cares? Now that we know what he’s about, it’s easy. So he won the championship in Jiangnan—so what? He killed Nate Ye with one sword—so what? Nate was just an orange-realm grandmaster. On this ship alone, we’ve got four or five yellow-realm grandmasters, plus Huang Shihu, the North Jiang water-and-land chief, and Master Huang, who’s a green-realm grandmaster. Why should we be afraid of some so-called champion? We could wipe him out in minutes!
Exactly. To them, the Jiangnan Seven-City Martial Arts Tournament is just kids playing house. Jiangnan’s martial strength is still way behind Jiangbei’s. Miss Angie probably got tricked by this kid, thinking he’s some top expert. Why don’t we call in Bruno Wu, the Dragon-Claw Hand, and Howard Hou, the Wind-God Leg—let these two yellow-realm grandmasters go find him and secretly cripple him!
Right, great idea. Don’t hesitate—when you do something like this, you’ve got to be decisive. But don’t go too far and kill him—just cripple his martial arts, cut his tendons. That way, Angie Chen will see what a loser this so-called champion is, and we’ll send a message to those cities in Jiangnan that no matter how strong they get, they’re still beneath Jiangbei!
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Alright, go get Bruno Wu and Howard Hou—let’s do this now! Hearing this plan, Kevin Wang couldn’t hold back anymore; he was dying to cripple Ryan Ling’s tendons himself.
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Elsewhere, Ryan Ling finally managed to shake off Angie Chen, went into his cabin for a break. Honestly, he was pretty tired—tonight, he needed some real sleep.
But just as he lay down, a harsh knocking sounded from outside the door.
Who is it? Ryan Ling was in a seriously foul mood.
Open up! I brought you a massage girl!
Yeah, hurry up! What, your legs broken?
Outside, the two men were shouting. When they slammed the cabin door, it actually dented.
Trouble! Ryan Ling stood up, gritting his teeth and heading over, wishing he could kill whoever was disturbing his sleep.
Soon, the cabin door slowly opened. Ryan Ling looked up—two burly men were standing outside, with Kevin Wang and his crew behind them. Instantly, he understood what they were up to.
Kid, I hear you’re the Jiangnan Seven-City Martial Arts Champion. Today, I, Bruno Wu the Dragon-Claw Hand, want to spar with you... Wu sneered, his yellow-realm grandmaster aura spreading. Kevin Wang and the others snickered in the back.
This kid’s probably freaking out—maybe he’s never even seen a yellow-realm grandmaster!
Look at him, all sleepy—don’t scare him till he wets himself!
Who knows, maybe he’s already scared stiff!
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But just as everyone was gloating, Ryan Ling suddenly struck—he slapped Bruno Wu so hard, Wu flew across the room, rolled a dozen times, and ended up embedded in a steel wall.
In an instant, not only was his yellow-realm aura scattered, but he was nearly dead.
Spar, my ass! I’m trying to sleep—get lost, all of you! Ryan Ling glared at Kevin Wang and Howard Hou, whose legs were shaking; he’d run into a monster.
What happened? Who did this to Master Wu? The crash inside the cabin drew everyone’s attention—especially when they saw Bruno Wu’s condition. Not just the cruise guards, but several middle-aged men rushed in, all looking grim.
One of them was Kevin Wang’s father, Andrew Wang, head of the Wang Family. Dressed in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he instantly sensed something off about Ryan Ling, but steadied himself and asked Kevin, “Kevin, what’s going on here?”
Kevin Wang was still in shock from Ryan Ling’s terrifying strike. When Andrew Wang asked, he rushed over and pointed at Ryan: “It—it’s him! He’s the Jiangnan Seven-City Martial Arts Champion, Ryan Ling. Master Wu just wanted to spar a bit—but he went straight for the kill!”
Jiangnan’s martial arts champion? Andrew Wang steadied himself, his face showing disdain. “You—some Jiangnan champion—dare to act out on my Jiangbei cruise? Are you trying to challenge Jiangbei’s martial authority?”