Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

THUD. THUD. THUD.

With just a few kicks, the charging lackeys were sent flying. As Zhao Dong steadily approached, Chen Jun's legs began to tremble with fear. He had suffered at Zhao Dong's hands before and knew he was no match for him.

"Don't come any closer!"

Suddenly, Chen Jun snatched a fruit knife from the table and pressed it against Leng Yue's father's neck.

"Chen Jun! How dare you!" Leng Yue screamed, her furious eyes looking as if they could devour him.

"Heh, you think I don't dare? Just try me!" Chen Jun applied pressure, and the blade immediately cut into the older man's neck. Bright red blood trickled down his skin.

Leng Yue's father was too frightened to speak.

"Stop it! Just stop!" Leng Yue was on the verge of tears. "Chen Jun, I'm begging you! If you have any decency as a man, take it out on me! Let my father go. I have never begged you for anything, but today I'm begging you, please?"

"Heh, begging me?" Chen Jun glared at Zhao Dong and roared, "When you abandoned me for this good-for-nothing, why didn't you think of begging me then? You want me to let your father go? Fine!"

Chen Jun pointed at Zhao Dong with a twisted, sadistic smile. "Slap his face! Keep slapping until I'm satisfied, and I'll naturally let your father go!"

"You!" Leng Yue panicked. "No way! I can't slap him!"

"Is that so?" The knife in Chen Jun's hand pressed harder, drawing more blood. "If you don't, then your useless father is doomed today!"

"Chen Jun! You bastard! You beast!" Leng Yue was utterly desperate, screaming hysterically.

"Leng Yue." At that moment, Zhao Dong stepped forward and held her back, his voice grave. "The situation is urgent. Just do it. I won't blame you."

"But..." Tears welled up in Leng Yue's eyes.

"I said, slap me!" Zhao Dong's tone suddenly grew severe. With those words, he grabbed her hand and brought it down hard across his own face.

SMACK!

A crisp sound echoed through the room. A watery mist already filled Leng Yue's beautiful eyes.

Chen Jun shouted angrily, "Are you playing games? Is that all you've got? Slap him with some force!"

"Slap him!" Zhao Dong's voice was ice-cold.

"AAAGH!!!" Leng Yue let out a fierce roar, raised her right hand, and slapped Zhao Dong's face with all her might. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The crisp sounds of slapping continued one after another. Zhao Dong's face became red and swollen, streaked with blood.

Watching this, Leng Yue and her parents felt a heart-wrenching pain as large teardrops soaked the collars of their shirts.

"Hahahaha... Great! So satisfying! Keep slapping! Keep going! Hahaha! Trash! You think you can fight me? This is what you get! Hahahaha..." Chen Jun laughed wildly.

As he watched Zhao Dong's increasingly pitiful state, Chen Jun laughed so hard the knife in his hand wavered.

And in that instant, a sharp light burst from Zhao Dong's eyes. He shoved Leng Yue aside and flicked a lighter from his hand straight at Chen Jun's knife-wielding hand!

CRACK!

The lighter, enhanced by Spiritual Energy, blasted a bloody hole right through Chen Jun's hand. The fruit knife clattered to the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Zhao Dong lunged forward, his fist smashing brutally into Chen Jun's face.

THUD!

Chen Jun's body was sent flying. It all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone could process what had happened, the floor was spattered with Chen Jun's blood and broken teeth, and Leng Yue's father had been pushed safely to her side.

"You son of a—" Chen Jun lifted his head to curse.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

But Zhao Dong's slaps rained down on him like a torrential storm.

"AAAGH!!!"

An ear-piercing scream echoed out. Only when Chen Jun's face was beaten into a swollen, bloody mess did Zhao Dong finally stop.

"Bastard... you... you dare hit me? You're dead! You're dead meat!" His head covered in blood, Chen Jun was a wretched sight, yet he continued to bellow furiously. "Just you wait! I'll call my people to kill you! Kill you!"

"Heh, call your people?" Zhao Dong looked down on him, his disdainful gaze making Chen Jun look like a joke. He took out his phone and tossed it at Chen Jun's feet. "Go on, call them. It doesn't matter who you call today; it will be useless!"

"Fine! Good, good, good!" Chen Jun snatched the phone and snarled, "You've got guts! Just you wait!" With that, he immediately made a call.

Leng Yue hurried forward, her voice laced with worry. "Zhao Dong, Chen Jun has significant influence in Provincial City. You can't underestimate him."

"Don't worry," Zhao Dong said with a wave of his hand, signaling her not to interfere. "Today, I will get rid of this annoying fly for you once and for all."

Although she was still worried, Leng Yue saw the resolve in Zhao Dong's eyes. She gave a bitter smile, shook her head, and said no more.

Before long, BANG!

The door to the room was kicked open with tremendous force. A middle-aged man in martial arts attire stormed in.

"Young Master Chen!" The man rushed toward Chen Jun and helped him up.

Chen Jun shoved him away, fuming. "Forget about me! Kill this bastard! I'll pay any price, just kill him!"

"Rest assured, Young Master Chen!" the man said ominously. "For daring to strike you, he is a dead man today!"

With that, the man slowly raised his head, his defiant gaze locking onto Zhao Dong. He pointed a finger and declared arrogantly, "Kid! State your name. The Mixed World Sect doesn't kill nameless fools!"

"The Mixed World Sect?" Zhao Dong frowned, a flicker of surprise on his face.

However, Chen Jun mistook this expression for fear. He laughed maniacally. "That's right, kid! Chen Shan is an elder of the Mixed World Sect, a seventh-level Great Grandmaster! With him here, you're dead for sure! If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow three times. If you do, I might grant you a quick death!"

Chen Jun's face was a mask of pure arrogance. He expected his words to terrify Zhao Dong, but apart from Leng Yue's parents, who were indeed frightened, everyone else, including Leng Yue, simply looked bewildered.

Is this kid an idiot?

Leng Yue didn't know the full extent of Zhao Dong's power, but she knew he was someone who had walked out of the Blood Sect alive. And while the Mixed World Sect was also a sect in Provincial City, it was leagues behind the Blood Sect. Could a mere seventh-level Great Grandmaster possibly pose a threat to Zhao Dong?

Zhao Dong smiled and slowly stepped forward, then gently raised his hand to pat Chen Shan's shoulder.

"Impudent!" Seeing Zhao Dong's disrespect, Chen Shan roared and prepared to strike. But when he tried to mobilize his Spiritual Energy, he discovered with horror that it was completely locked down. He was unable to resist.

SMACK!

He could only watch wide-eyed as Zhao Dong's hand landed on his shoulder.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

"Chen Shan, you son of a bitch, what are you doing?" Chen Jun roared.

"No, I..." Chen Shan began to explain, but Zhao Dong's right hand suddenly exerted force.

THUMP!

Chen Shan was forced directly to his knees in front of Zhao Dong.

Everyone gasped.

At that moment, even a fool could understand why Chen Shan hadn't resisted. He simply had no power to resist at all.

Zhao Dong spoke, his voice calm and clear.

"Submit or... die!"