Chapter 48: A Punch Worth Millions

Tan Junwen felt a sudden pain at his neck and instinctively let go of Yan Yu’s arm.

Yan Yu withdrew his hand and immediately delivered a sharp kick to Tan Junwen’s back. The force sent Tan Junwen staggering several meters backward before he managed to steady himself.

His back ached as if he’d been hit by a car. With a grimace, Tan Junwen spat, “You’re tougher than you look.”

Yan Yu stood his ground, his voice calm. “I’ll give you one last chance. Step aside, or I’ll send you on your way myself.”

“You? Just you?!”

Tan Junwen returned to his car, yanked out a baseball bat as thick as his arm, and charged straight at Yan Yu.

“Yan Yu, watch out!” Su Han couldn’t help but shout.

Zhao Qingqing was already preparing to reveal herself and scare Tan Junwen, but Yan Yu shook his head at her. Helplessly, she hovered nearby in concern.

Tan Junwen rushed up to Yan Yu, lifting the bat high over his head and swinging it down with all his might at Yan Yu’s skull. Such a blow would have given any ordinary person a concussion at the very least.

But Yan Yu moved with lightning speed, twisting aside in an instant. The bat whistled down, grazing his bangs and smashing into thin air. Tan Junwen stumbled, and Yan Yu seized the opportunity—grabbing his wrist, hooking a foot behind his calf, and ramming him with his shoulder. Tan Junwen was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground.

“Let go!”

Yan Yu showed no mercy. He stomped hard on Tan Junwen’s wrist, forcing a screech of pain from him. Tan Junwen’s grip loosened, and the bat rolled away.

Zhang Dagen, seeing things going south, hurried forward to intervene. “Young Master Yan… this is the school gate, after all. This could cause trouble. Please… go easy…”

Yan Yu snorted coldly but didn’t press the attack.

From the side, Zhao Qingqing cheered, “Honey, I didn’t know you were so skilled—you looked so handsome just now!”

Even Su Han couldn’t stop a faint smile from appearing on her face.

Tan Junwen, seeing this, trembled with rage. He struggled to his feet and jabbed a finger at Yan Yu’s nose, roaring, “You little bastard, if you’ve got guts, just stay right here. I’ll get someone to deal with you!”

Yan Yu was already in a foul mood, and hearing Tan Junwen call him a bastard made his anger erupt. “What did you just call me?”

“Oh? Bastard, so what? Did I hit a sore spot?” Tan Junwen sneered.

“You’ll regret this,” Yan Yu said in a low, steady voice. “I’ll be right here. If you can’t cripple me today, you’ll be the one who’s finished.”

Tan Junwen saw that Yan Yu had taken the bait, and a cruel smile curled his lips. He turned away, pulled out his phone, and shouted, “Boss Jiu? It’s Junwen! I just got beat up at the gate of Rongcheng No. 1 High! … Yeah, however many men you can bring, bring them all. Tonight, I’m crippling this kid!”

At the mention of Boss Jiu, Zhang Dagen’s expression grew grave. He leaned in and said quietly to Yan Yu, “Young Master Yan, you’re in trouble. Boss Jiu is one of the most notorious figures in Rongcheng—he’s got hundreds, if not thousands, of men under him. If you want, I’ll hold them off while you slip into the school and lay low for now?”

“No need.” Yan Yu waved him off.

Su Han, seeing the situation escalate, felt uneasy. “Yan Yu, maybe we should just let this go for today. If I say the word, Tan Junwen won’t dare cross the line.”

“If I get involved, there’s no such thing as letting it go!” Yan Yu snapped. “And Su Han, I’m not doing this for you—I’m just in a bad mood today, and this idiot picked the wrong time to mess with me. I don’t care if he’s your friend, or even your fiancé—I’ll beat him up all the same!”

It was the first time Su Han had seen Yan Yu angry. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. Then she remembered: she was his teacher, three or four years older than him—yet in front of Yan Yu, she felt she had no presence at all.

“Honey, if Tan Junwen brings people, even with your skills, you won’t be able to take them all…” Zhao Qingqing said worriedly.

“You think he’s the only one who can call reinforcements?”

Yan Yu grinned, pulled out his old cell phone, and dialed his Second Mom.

As soon as the call connected, Yan Yu said, “Hello, Second Mom? I’m being bullied in Rongcheng! Right now—by someone named Tan Junwen, who says he’s going to cripple me!”

Second Mom was furious to hear her precious boy was being bullied. “Alright, I’ll send people over right away. If he so much as touches a hair on your head, I’ll wipe out his whole family!”

Yan Yu knew well the kind of authority his Second Mom held. After hanging up, he felt no concern for what was to come.

Zhang Dagen and Su Han, on the other hand, grew increasingly anxious.

“Young Master Yan, maybe I should call Principal Deng. If he steps in, this matter can be resolved,” Zhang Dagen suggested.

“Him?” Yan Yu scoffed. “Even if Principal Deng shows up, I won’t let Tan Junwen off the hook!”

Zhang Dagen was taken aback: Yan Yu seemed to have misunderstood him. He wanted the principal to help Yan Yu, but in Yan Yu’s eyes, it sounded like he was trying to save Tan Junwen.

Su Han was equally worried. She even resolved privately that if Tan Junwen really called Boss Jiu over, she would contact her father to settle things personally.

No matter what, she couldn’t let Yan Yu get hurt!

Tan Junwen climbed back into his Lamborghini and parked it squarely in front of the school gate, blocking Yan Yu and the others from leaving.

“Su Han, I was going to be gentle with you, but since you won’t appreciate it, don’t blame me!” Tan Junwen sneered. “You too, bastard—you’re not getting away today!”

“You call this a threat? With your tin can?” Yan Yu replied with utter disdain. In full view of Tan Junwen, he took a set of keys from his pocket and dragged them along the side of the Lamborghini, leaving a long scratch.

Tan Junwen stared in disbelief.

The hood of a Lamborghini was worth over a million, and Yan Yu had just gouged a long scar into it. Even Tan Junwen winced at the sight.

“You little punk, are you looking for death?” Tan Junwen roared.

“Is that all it takes to rattle you?”

Grinning, Yan Yu, under everyone’s stunned gaze, slammed his fist down onto the hood.

Thud—

A deep fist imprint appeared on the sparkling hood.

Tan Junwen was on the verge of losing his mind, but he knew he was no match for Yan Yu. All he could do was rage inside his car, too scared to get out and confront Yan Yu directly.

Since Tan Junwen wouldn’t leave his car, Yan Yu kept pounding away, one blow after another. Each resounding thud was like a hammer striking Tan Junwen’s heart.

“Damn… that’s all money!” Zhang Dagen’s monthly salary was only a few thousand, but Yan Yu, with a single punch, had ruined a hood worth over a million. It was like burning money for fun!

Zhang Dagen knew he could no longer intervene. All he could do now was pray silently, hoping Yan Yu’s backers were stronger than Tan Junwen’s.