The car stopped in front of the Hurricane Boxing Gym.
While he wasn’t looking, Song Yunyi quietly slipped two hundred yuan onto the seat as fare, thanked him, and hurried inside.
Feng Cheng reached over and picked up the two hundred yuan that Song Yunyi thought she’d hidden so well, one eyebrow arching slightly.
As she entered the venue, the sound of noisy arguments filled her ears.
She quickly pushed through the crowd and spotted Feng Qiyue at once.
After some simple treatment, he had already regained consciousness.
He was leaning back in a chair, eyes lowered, lost in thought, his expression dark and brooding. Several burly men surrounded him, pointing at him and spitting venom as they spoke.
But he showed no reaction at all.
His handsome face was marked with wounds of varying sizes, the bruise at the corner of his mouth especially alarming. Half his face was swollen, and blood was still seeping through the gauze at his forehead.
His right hand pressed against his abdomen, his face pale as paper, and there were traces of blood on the hem of his clothes.
Song Yunyi’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
How could he have been hurt this badly?
Blazing fury drowned her rationality. She stepped forward and blocked Feng Qiyue from view, glaring coldly at them: “You engaged in a group brawl and maliciously provoked a disturbance. Once the injury assessment results come out, I will continue to pursue legal action against you. Now, step aside!”
Hearing her voice, Feng Qiyue suddenly looked up, staring blankly at Song Yunyi’s back.
The men who had beaten Feng Qiyue looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared, exchanged glances, and burst into laughter.
They were many, and although they were injured too, they were in far better shape than Feng Qiyue.
“Pursue legal action? The boss didn’t even call the police—who are you going to complain to? Besides, you rushed over here in such a hurry, aren’t you just afraid the cops will come knocking?”
“You think we were born yesterday? Let me tell you, even if the police show up, I’m not scared!”
The leader eyed Song Yunyi’s slender waist with a lecherous gaze and leaned in suggestively: “Your man’s fighting this hard is all for money, right? How about this—you sleep with us brothers a few times, and not only will we cover the medical bills, we’ll throw in some extra cash. What do you say?”
Feng Qiyue’s face changed drastically, and he struggled to stand up.
But a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, his muscles feeling like they were being torn apart. Cold sweat burst out from the pain. He took a deep breath, suppressing the grunt in his throat.
Song Yunyi glanced back at him, signaling him not to move.
Then she pulled out her work ID from her bag, her eyes icy: “At first, I didn’t want to involve the police, but now I’ve changed my mind.”
Seeing how badly Feng Qiyue was injured, she even wanted to kill these people.
It was instinct.
The men’s faces changed drastically when they saw her credentials. One of them pointed at Song Yunyi and shouted: “She’s a lawyer! We can’t let her leave, or we’re all screwed!”
The people who had only been watching suddenly changed expressions and, without a word, surrounded them.
Song Yunyi’s face grew grim, and she instinctively shielded Feng Qiyue. Feng Qiyue clutched his abdomen and stood up, his voice cold as he tried to drive her away: “What are you doing here? My business is none of your concern. Get out of here now.”
After all the anti-crime campaigns, this boxing gym was still operating openly in the capital. The forces behind it were not something a lawyer like her could handle. Which bastard used his phone to notify her?
“Save your strength and rest.” Song Yunyi ignored him, her mind racing with calculations and regret.
She had been too naive. She’d thought her lawyer status would intimidate them, but she’d forgotten that these people valued money above all and feared the police stirring up trouble the most.
Just then, a pudgy man stepped out from among the fighters. He wore a large string of prayer beads on his wrist, his small eyes narrowed, looking very shrewd.
He stared at Song Yunyi’s work ID for a moment before speaking: “Since you’re a lawyer from Mingju, I can do you a favor and let you go. But you’ll need to record a video for me guaranteeing you’ll never pursue this matter again.”
What kind of video could have such an effect?
Unless it was a nude recording.
The men who had beaten Feng Qiyue exchanged knowing smiles at this. One of them, with drooping eyes, rubbed his hands together: “Boss, let me record it. I promise I’ll capture every inch of skin clearly!”
His eyes slithered greasily over Song Yunyi’s body.
The young woman was simply dressed, yet her bearing was extraordinary and graceful. When she glared at them, her eyes were dewy and bright, and it made him hard just looking at her.
Her skin looked so smooth and tender—pinch it and it might drip with water. He’d heard that beautiful women like her carried a fragrant scent on their bodies. Just thinking about it made him itch with desire.
“Pretty lawyer lady, come along with me now. Our boss is a man of his word.”
Feng Qiyue roared: “You worthless sore loser! I’ll tear your mouth apart!”
The droopy-eyed man sneered at Feng Qiyue: “Blame yourself for breaking the rules and refusing to back down. You’re the one who dragged your woman into this mess. You ruined her.”
Feng Qiyue: “She’s my… sister! Watch your mouth!”
“Sister, huh? Even better. Maybe you’ll be my brother-in-law someday. Family fights are just family getting to know each other.”
Song Yunyi, standing nearby, rolled her eyes and raised a smile. “Sure.”
Feng Qiyue’s jaw muscle twitched, his ten fingers clenching into fists.
No way. He absolutely would not allow it. Absolutely not!
The slanted-eye man was very satisfied with Song Yunyi’s cooperation. He exchanged a glance with the boss, then stepped forward with a grin. “You should have given in long ago. Come on, come with your big bro—Ah!”
A scream rang through the boxing gym.
Feng Qiyue viciously withdrew his leg, looking down from above at the slanted-eye man, who was writhing on the ground in agony, clutching his lower body.
At this moment, his eyes were cold and ruthless, his aura dark and grim—a veritable dangerous beast.
Everyone was stunned by the ferocity in his gaze and dared not move for a moment.
The boss’s face turned ashen. “Looks like you’re not planning to accept my offer. Then I have no reason to show any more courtesy! What are you all standing there for? Aren’t you going to grab them?”
“Don’t any of you come closer!” Song Yunyi had somehow produced a dagger, shouting sharply, “Before I came in, I called my colleague. If I don’t call her back in two minutes, she’ll call the police!”
“What use is calling the police? The director here is my good buddy—they won’t dispatch anyone.” The boss’s eyes turned icy. “Move!”
Song Yunyi sneered. “You think I’m stupid enough not to have thought of that? We lawyers may not have much else, but we’ve got plenty of acquaintances at the police station. Worst case, we go down fighting and take it to the city bureau—then we’ll see if your good buddy dares to cover for you.”
The boss’s hand, which had been rolling his prayer beads, tightened inch by inch, his face as heavy as water.
If it had been any other law firm, it would have been easy to handle.
But of all firms, it had to be Mingju.
The situation grew tense.
“Director Li, aren’t you going to keep your good buddy in check?”
A magnetic, alluring voice sounded from the doorway, as pleasant as jade striking stone in the tense boxing gym.
Everyone snapped their heads toward the source.
They saw that the boxing gym had been surrounded by police at some point, and the “good buddy” the Hurricane Boxing Gym boss had mentioned was bent over, saying something to the man in front with a face full of flattery.
The man stood tall and straight, one hand in his pocket, a pair of arrogant, narrow eyes sweeping over the crowd. Though a smile tugged at his lips, it was chillingly cold.
Feng Qiyue’s taut string quietly loosened.
The Hurricane Boxing Gym boss, however, went weak in the knees.
Though he didn’t know who that man was, years of scrambling through the underworld told him clearly that this person was by no means simple.
Director Li didn’t bother wiping the cold sweat from his face, his voice trembling. “President Feng, please don’t misunderstand. I don’t know this man. He’s been using my name to swagger around—it has nothing to do with me. I know nothing! President Feng, rest assured, I will handle this matter seriously today and guarantee you a satisfactory answer!”
Feng Cheng’s gaze slid over the slanted-eye man and his group.
Before he could say anything, Director Li immediately signaled his subordinates to arrest them.
Anyone who tried to resist was subdued, and the situation reversed in an instant.
Feng Cheng looked at Song Yunyi.
Her expression was tense, but her eyes were sharp. Her right hand held the dagger, firmly shielding the young man behind her, as if ready to fight to the death the moment the situation changed.
Feng Cheng walked over, staring at Feng Qiyue with a peculiar expression. “Where’d you find this pretty boy?”
After the reversal, Song Yunyi’s hand holding the dagger slowly relaxed. She seemed a bit dazed. “Why are you here?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Since when did the boxing gym boss become you? Do I need to file a report before coming here?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
True enough—who could possibly control the young master’s affairs? She had spoken out of turn.
Feng Cheng walked past her, reaching out to poke Feng Qiyue’s shoulder.
But he happened to hit his wound. Feng Qiyue’s body flinched, his eyes reddening as he looked at Feng Cheng.
He… had he really been this insufferable back then?
It really hurt.
But at this time, his parents’ relationship seemed pretty good. He couldn’t help but feel curious, his eyes darting around.
Feng Cheng’s thin lips curled slightly. “Looking for excitement behind Gu Lianhuai’s back? But this pretty boy’s physical condition is a bit lacking.”
What the hell?
Song Yunyi instinctively covered Feng Qiyue’s ears with her hand, looking exasperated. “Don’t say such improper things. You’ll corrupt the kid.”
“Kid?” Feng Cheng frowned.
Feng Qiyue’s spine stiffened. He awkwardly turned his face away, but slowly lowered his body so she could cover his ears more easily.
Utterly obedient.
“How old is he?” Feng Cheng narrowed his eyes.
Feng Qiyue: “Eighteen in a few months.”
“Lawyer Song, you’re quite bold—picking up a minor.”