The two minions pointed to the phone store nearby, "You... You see that pretty boy... is that him?"
Golden Saber’s brows slightly furrowed as he looked in the direction they pointed.
He immediately flew into a rage!
This kid, isn’t he the one who slapped me yesterday?
"Kid, there’s a path to heaven but you don’t take it, no door to Hell but you barge in, watch me slap you to death today!" Golden Saber pointed at Ye Huan, roaring in anger, his face twisted.
"Golden Saber, help!!!"
The abrupt cry for help stunned Golden Saber.
He looked towards the source of the voice and saw White Youfeng being stepped on by Ye Huan, his expression suddenly changed, "What are you doing? Let go of Young Master Gufeng!"
"Let go of him? Who the hell are you? Do I release him just because you said so?" Ye Huan nonchalantly chewed on a toothpick.
Golden Saber’s face was so grim it could drip water. He lit a cigar and placed it in his mouth, "I warn you, release Young Master Gufeng now, or I’ll personally send you to Hell!"
"Yeah, you better let me go!"
"Golden Saber’s my cousin’s personal bodyguard, incredibly powerful. If you dare mess with him, he can slap you to death with a single strike!"
"Let me go now, and I might just plead on your behalf, let him spare your life!"
White Youfeng’s eyes were full of threats and warnings.
He was feeling exhilarated. He was just thinking about how to calm Ye Huan’s anger. Now, with Golden Saber here, why bother calming him? If Golden Saber can’t slap him to death, that would be quite fortunate!
The next moment, feeling another wave of intense pain from his abdomen, White Youfeng howled in agony, his face a mix of green and purple.
"Incredibly powerful? Can someone who is incredibly powerful be knocked out by one slap?" Ye Huan twisted his toe on White Youfeng’s abdomen, full of mockery.
Golden Saber, furious and exasperated, cursed, "Quit your sarcasm, if you hadn’t ambushed me, could you have knocked me out?"
"Who ambushed who? You say this, aren’t you ashamed?"
Hearing Ye Huan’s words, Golden Saber’s eyes flickered twice.
Yesterday, he had timed his slap for when Ye Huan turned his head, intending an ambush, only to be countered within a second.
Thinking about how he got slapped into the hospital by Ye Huan yesterday, he felt deeply ashamed and his anger surged.
Exhaling a smoke ring, Golden Saber’s mouth twisted into a sinister smile, "I don’t want to waste words with you, I give you one minute, release Young Master Youfeng, or don’t blame me for being ruthless with my slaps!"
Ye Huan did not respond vocally but lifted his toe and stomped on White Youfeng’s face.
White Youfeng, pampered since childhood, had never been stepped on before. He felt utterly humiliated and cursed angrily, but his words were muffled by the shoe in his mouth, rendering him unintelligible.
"Stop it!!!" Golden Saber rolled up his sleeves, his explosive muscles bared to the air, and raised his calloused hand.
The two minions beside him panicked and hurriedly restrained his actions, saying in unison, "Master Dao, d-don’t, he’s like..."
"Let go of me!" Golden Saber shook them off.
"Master Dao, you need to calm down, he... he’s..."
Both fell to the ground but didn’t hesitate, enduring the pain, they stood up again and restrained Golden Saber’s arm.
"Are you rebelling?" Golden Saber roared, abruptly shoving them against the wall, rewarding each with a slap.
Both saw stars, their faces swelling like pig heads.
Yet they endured the pain and continued to speak, "Master Dao, d-don’t hit him, he’s..."
They were about to say: this man is the "pretty boy" the eldest mistress designated.
But due to the anger and humiliation from being slapped into the hospital last night, Golden Saber had long forgotten this matter and gave each of the "traitorous" minions another slap, knocking them unconscious.
"What does he count for, saying I can’t hit him? Does he have someone backing him? Even if he does, I’m not afraid, show yourself, I’ll take you on!" Golden Saber disdainfully spat, then turned back, his sinister gaze fixed on Ye Huan.
Ye Huan’s expression remained calm, his right foot still stepping on White Youfeng’s head.
White Youfeng continued struggling beneath Ye Huan’s shoe, yet no matter how he struggled, he found that Ye Huan’s shoe was like a nailed-down nail, impossible to move!
He was extremely anxious, then fixed his eyes on Zhang Huimin’s nearby calf, smirked wickedly, and slowly reached out his hand...
Suddenly, Zhang Huimin let out a scream.
She noticed a lecherous hand reaching for her leg and immediately dodged in panic. However, wearing high heels, her foot slipped, and she fell to the ground.
"Sister Zhang, be careful!" Ye Huan’s expression turned urgent, and he swiftly supported her abdomen with lightning speed.
Zhang Huimin felt the coolness of the floor near her nose, her heart pounded, and she looked utterly panicked.
If Ye Huan had been 0.01 seconds late, she would have fallen, possibly hitting her head and bleeding.
White Youfeng used this chance to quickly get up and hid behind Golden Saber, feeling immensely proud of his "wit."
The only flaw was... he didn’t manage to touch Zhang Huimin’s smooth calf wrapped in black silk, for which he sighed twice.
Ye Huan helped Zhang Huimin up, his face completely cold.
White Youfeng’s actions had undoubtedly enraged him completely!
"How do you want to die?" Ye Huan removed the toothpick from his mouth, his gaze towards White Youfeng sharp as a knife.
At the sight of Ye Huan’s gaze, White Youfeng felt a chill rising from his feet, shivered, and quickly hid behind Golden Saber, trembling, "You... don’t act recklessly, I... I’ll reiterate, I’m White Impermanence’s cousin!"
"Cousin?" Ye Huan sneered disdainfully, "I’ll also reiterate, White Impermanence is nothing to me! Even if you were his father, you’d still die today."
With that said, Ye Huan’s eyes glinted ominously.
This ominous glint struck fear deep into the hearts of everyone!
Even Golden Saber felt it.
Originally feeling offended by Ye Huan insulting his "master," his displeasure was instantly erased by an overwhelming chill.
Golden Saber’s gaze flickered anxiously, cursing inwardly how this kid could have such a powerful aura?
His mind replayed the scene of being slapped unconscious last night, frustrating him more, unwilling to admit he was knocked out by Ye Huan’s strength, convinced Ye Huan was just a "paper tiger," a sneak attacker!
Golden Saber quickly regained his composure, the thick white smoke from the cigar dissipating around his mouth. He flexed his calloused, wrinkled hands and said coldly, "Kid, did you just... threaten Young Master Youfeng?"
"It’s not a threat, just letting him choose a way to die."
"If you want to interfere, you can choose a way to die too."
Ye Huan said calmly, expressionless.
Veins bulged on Golden Saber’s forehead, the cigar in his hand breaking due to excessive anger.
Despite the overwhelming fury, he did not strike.
He discarded the cigarette butt, his voice low:
"I really want to slap you to death, but wouldn’t that be too easy for you to die like that?"
"Hand over the bank card you ’stole’ yesterday, and I’ll let you die more comfortably!"