Chapter Twenty: The Crown Prince, Wang Jiaolong!

After leaving the club, Ye Wushang followed Lan Ruoxue toward the parking lot.

"You just went to see that woman, didn't you?" Lan Ruoxue deliberately slowed her pace, walking side by side with Ye Wushang. She spoke earnestly, "Wushang, some things may sound harsh, but I have to say them."

"That woman clearly comes from an uncommon background. You two are simply from different worlds."

"It's best if you cut things off with her as soon as possible. Otherwise, you might end up being played, and when you're left crying, there'll be nowhere for you to turn."

Ye Wushang stopped in his tracks.

"Lan Ruoxue."

He suppressed his anger, his voice cold. "Even if there was nothing between us, even if there was, it's none of your business."

"Why are you so ungrateful?"

"I'm only thinking of you."

"In my opinion, a man shouldn't be in a relationship, let alone start a family, before he's successful in his career."

She meant every word.

Since their divorce, he'd changed completely.

She truly feared another blow—one he might not survive.

Even though he was now irritable and petty, he'd just risked his life to save her.

That showed he still had a conscience. Though they were divorced, their bond remained.

No matter what, she still hoped he would be well.

"After you speak with my grandfather later, I'll give you everything I promised during the divorce. You'd better not think about living off another woman..."

"Lan Ruoxue!"

Ye Wushang raised his voice, his expression serious. "I'll say this one last time: my affairs are none of your concern."

"I'll go see your grandfather, but we walk separate paths."

"You drive your car; I'll take a cab."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Lan Ruoxue hurried after him, blocking his way. "Ye Wushang, you explain yourself!"

"What do you mean by 'separate paths'? I—"

Before she could finish, dozens of figures suddenly appeared, surrounding them in an instant.

"You little brat, how dare you ruin our plans? We'll kill you!"

A man with a scar on his face weighed a steel pipe in his hand, his face twisted with rage.

The others closed in menacingly, looking every bit as fierce.

"Who—who are you? What do you want?" Lan Ruoxue asked, her face pale with fear.

Ye Wushang instinctively pushed her behind him, his voice cold. "Come at me if you have a problem; she has nothing to do with this. Let her go."

These men—

They stood with hard postures, exuding strength.

Especially with that fierce aura that came from years of fighting; it was clear at a glance that they were trained fighters.

They were formidable, and the aggression made it obvious—they were from the Jiaolong Group.

Earlier, when their attempt to poison him in the club failed, now they set their sights on him.

It didn't matter to him.

But Lan Ruoxue couldn't be harmed.

Even if they were divorced, a bond remained; he couldn't just stand by.

"Who do you think you are, some kind of saint?" the scar-faced man barked, his tone menacing. "Brother Jiaolong went to a lot of trouble for today, and you ruined all of it!"

"If we don't kill you, it won't satisfy our rage!"

"Get him!"

At his command, over a dozen men rushed forward!

"Wushang, be careful!"

Though Lan Ruoxue was afraid, they had been married, and Ye Wushang had just saved her life.

Seeing these men meant trouble, and even knowing she was no match, she moved in front of Ye Wushang, trying desperately to shield him.

"Ruoxue, I don't need your help, just get out of here—"

Bang!

In the struggle, one of the men swung at them, striking Lan Ruoxue on the head.

There was a sharp crack, and she collapsed, blood blossoming from her scalp.

"Ruoxue!"

Ye Wushang was shocked.

He cradled her, laying her down gently, and then stood, charging at the attackers!

Smack!

With a single palm strike, he knocked the steel pipe from the man's hand, leapt forward, grabbed it, and rained blows down on the man's head.

Once that man fell, he knocked the next few to the ground as well.

Next—

Wielding the steel pipe like a god of war, he struck the heads, abdomens, and limbs of the rest.

Wherever he went, bones snapped or blood was spat.

In a flash—

Over a dozen hardened fighters were completely defeated.

"How—how can he be so strong?" the scar-faced man was dumbfounded!

Without hesitation, he turned to run.

Thud!

Ye Wushang hurled the pipe, striking the back of the man's head.

He screamed in pain, collapsing in disgrace.

As he struggled to rise, Ye Wushang stomped on his chest.

"Don’t—don’t do anything rash!" The scar-faced man trembled under Ye Wushang’s murderous glare. "I’m one of Brother Long’s men. If you lay a finger on me—"

Slash!

Before he could finish, Ye Wushang picked up a dagger and sliced off one of his fingers!

"Ah!"

The man howled in pain, clutching his bleeding hand, tears streaming down his face. "You bastard, you dared to cut off my finger, I—"

Slash, slash, slash, slash!

Ye Wushang continued, severing six of the man’s fingers in total.

Blood gushed, soaking the ground in an instant.

"So you plan to keep your mouth shut, is that it?" Ye Wushang brandished the dagger, his tone cold. "Fine. I’ll take care of you first, then slowly find out what I need to know..."

As he spoke, his eyes sharpened, and he prepared to bring the blade down.

"No, please! Big brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" The man was terrified out of his wits.

This guy was truly ruthless—he’d already cut off six of his fingers, torturing him to the brink of death.

And now he was ready to kill.

People like him fought for money, not life. Though he was loyal, faced with death, nothing else mattered. He hurriedly pleaded, "I'm just a hired hand—if you want revenge, go find Brother Long. It's nothing to do with me!"

"Talk."

"Who is Brother Long?"

The man blurted out, "It's—it's Wang Jiaolong, the heir of the Jiaolong Group!"

"What grudge does he have with the An family?"

"That—I’m not sure about the details," the man shook his head. "There are business ties, and also some personal entanglements."

"Recently, someone put pressure on them, so they had to strike against the An family ahead of time."

"That's all I know, big brother, please spare me!"

Bang!

Han Xu interrupted the man with a punch.

There was no dodging in the man's eyes—he seemed to be telling the truth.

Without further thought, Ye Wushang turned and carried Lan Ruoxue back to the car.

First Xu Lang tried to poison them.

Then there was poison in the hall.

Finally, they sent assassins.

Clearly, the feud with the Li family was far more complex than it appeared.

Sigh.

If he wanted to complete this temporary bodyguard job, he’d probably have to deal with the Wang family first.

"Mmm..."

At that moment, Lan Ruoxue, who had been unconscious, began to stir.

"Wushang?"

Seeing Ye Wushang, she was startled, instinctively sitting up.

But her head still throbbed, and as she moved, she gasped in pain.

"Ruoxue, just rest. I'll drive you home."

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