Master Protector in the City

Chapter 3: Hands Off My People

The older beauty spun around, her eyes flashing with a cold, sharp glint. "How much more do you want?"

"We don’t want money!" a hoarse voice suddenly called out. The door to a nearby room opened, and a group of people stepped out. Leading them was a man in his thirties, tall and muscular, his bare torso almost entirely covered by a massive tiger tattoo, radiating a menacing aura.

Behind the tattooed man were four burly men, all wearing black tank tops and jeans, each wielding a roughly one-meter-long iron rod.

"Miss Ye, we want you!" the tattooed man said, his gaze openly lingering on the older beauty’s mature figure, revealing his desire without shame.

"What do you want?" Su Junfeng stepped in front of the older beauty, glaring at the tattooed man. "Do you know who I am?"

"Third Young Master Su, our target is Miss Ye. Stay out of the way, and you’ll be fine. But if you don’t know your place, don’t blame me for the tiger’s ruthlessness!" the tattooed man—who called himself Tiger—said coldly.

Su Junfeng’s heart sank. He instantly realized these were no ordinary thugs. Neither the Su family nor the Ye family’s reputations could intimidate them—they were here for Ye Mengying, and the flat tires were no accident. Everything had been carefully planned.

"Who sent you?" Ye Mengying asked coldly.

"Miss Ye, why ask a question you already know has no answer?" Tiger shook his head. "I’ll give you two choices. First, you don’t resist and come with me for a few days, and I’ll release you afterward. Second, you resist, and you’ll have to accompany all my brothers for a week, after which I’ll still let you go."

"Aren’t you supposed to be sent here to kill me?" Ye Mengying continued.

"Miss Ye, I just want to make an exciting film with you. Of course, if you want to participate with me and my brothers, I don’t mind. I’ll share this masterpiece with enthusiasts worldwide. Soon, you’ll become one of the most famous movie stars on the planet," Tiger said, his eyes leering at Ye Mengying’s key features. In his mind, this beautiful, seductive woman was already his prey.

Ye Mengying’s face turned as pale as chalk. Now she understood what they intended. Though Tiger claimed he wouldn’t kill her, for her, this was far worse than death.

"Shameless!" Su Beibei shouted angrily. "If you dare lay a finger on my cousin, Big Cousin will tear you to pieces!"

"Miss Su, I’m not interested in you, but one of my brothers likes little girls like you. Keep threatening me, and I might just give you to him," Tiger said casually.

"Mengying, Beibei, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one will touch you!" Su Junfeng clenched his fists, staring daggers at Tiger.

"Third Young Master Su, do you really want to die?" Tiger looked at Su Junfeng, a trace of surprise on his face. "If you’re going to play hero, better know your limits."

"Mengying is my friend. If a friend’s in trouble, I can’t ignore it!" Su Junfeng said in a low voice. "I also advise you to think carefully about whether you can handle the revenge of the Su and Ye families."

"Third Young Master Su, do you know what I hate most?" Tiger said coldly, fixing Su Junfeng with a glare. "I hate being threatened. And today… you’re going to die!"

Tiger turned to the bald man behind him. "Take him out. That little girl is yours."

"Yes! Thank you, Brother Tiger!" The bald man grinned widely, eyeing Su Beibei and nearly drooling at the thought of such a delicious little target. Feeling invincible, he lunged at Su Junfeng.

Su Junfeng delivered a brutal punch to the bald man’s face. The bald man let out a miserable groan. Su Junfeng followed up with a flying kick to the crotch, and the man screamed in agony.

Not letting up, Su Junfeng slammed another punch into the bald man’s head. The man finally went limp—he had been knocked unconscious.

"Yay! Third Brother is amazing!" Su Beibei clapped excitedly.

Ye Mengying couldn’t help but look at Su Junfeng with a new admiration. The faint color returned to her pale face. In that moment, she saw a glimmer of hope—and Su Junfeng seemed even taller and more heroic in her eyes.

"Third Young Master Su, I didn’t expect you to have some skill," Tiger said, surprised.

"Hmph! My third brother is a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo. If you know what’s good for you, let us go, or he’ll beat you to a pulp!" Su Beibei shouted proudly.

"Fourth-degree black belt?" Tiger blinked.

"Scared now?" Su Beibei said smugly. "Then run!"

"Hahaha, I’m terrified!" Tiger laughed mockingly, then suddenly waved his hand. "Get him!"

The four men behind Tiger charged Su Junfeng, swinging their iron rods.

"Go, Third Brother! Take them out… ah!" Su Beibei screamed as her face went pale. One rod struck Su Junfeng’s head. Before he could cry out, he collapsed, unconscious.

"Third Brother! What’s wrong?" Su Beibei yelled, but he didn’t respond.

"Ahhh!" Su Beibei screamed, leaping at Tiger. "You bastard! I’ll take you down!"

Tiger waved his hands, and two men grabbed Su Beibei’s arms. Being delicate and young, she couldn’t break free.

"Bastard, let me go… ugh!" Su Beibei tried to curse, but a stocking was shoved into her mouth. Meanwhile, Tiger slowly advanced toward Ye Mengying.

Ye Mengying’s face went deathly pale. Hope had come and vanished in an instant. She had thought Su Junfeng would protect her, but now she was falling from heaven into hell again. Her legs felt like lead, unable to move even a step.

"Miss Ye, want to make a movie with me?" Tiger leered, reaching for her.

Ye Mengying shut her eyes, her face gray. She could already envision her grim fate.

"Hey! Hands off my people!" a dissatisfied voice suddenly rang out. To her surprise, the filthy hand didn’t touch her. She opened her eyes and saw what seemed like a dream.

Tiger’s hand hovered about ten centimeters from her body, pinned by a smaller hand—Xia Tian, the "country bumpkin" Su Beibei had mentioned.

Looking at Xia Tian’s slender arms against Tiger’s huge muscles, Ye Mengying felt like an ant against an elephant. Yet Tiger’s veins bulged as he exerted all his strength, while Xia Tian remained calm. The result: Tiger’s hand couldn’t move forward or backward, frozen in midair.

"You want to end up like Su Junfeng?" Tiger glared at Xia Tian, furious that this weak-looking boy had interfered just as the beauty was within reach.

All along, he had underestimated Xia Tian, assuming him timid. Yet now, at the critical moment, this seemingly frail boy demonstrated incredible strength, holding Tiger’s arm immovable.

"Hey, big brother, do you know what first come, first served means?" Xia Tian frowned. "I claimed this beauty first."

"Pfft! Who said anything about first come, first served!" Tiger spat angrily. "Don’t think your brute strength can ruin my plans!"

"You don’t want reason? Fine by me!" Xia Tian smiled brightly. He suddenly yanked Tiger’s arm hard. A crisp c***k echoed through the air.

"Ah! My hand…" Tiger shrieked in excruciating pain.

"It’s fine, just dislocated. I can fix it," Xia Tian said cheerfully. Another c***k resounded, and Tiger screamed again.

"See? Good as new. My bone-setting skills are top-notch," Xia Tian said proudly. He yanked again—c***k!—Tiger’s arm dislocated once more. The pain almost made him pass out.

Nearby, Su Beibei’s eyes widened in shock. This country bumpkin was this strong?

Ye Mengying’s eyes shimmered. She stared at Xia Tian, realizing that this seemingly ordinary boy was her only hope.

"Brother Tiger, I haven’t practiced bone-setting in a while. I used to do it ninety-nine times a day. Now I’m short by ninety-eight. Should I continue?" Xia Tian asked cheerfully.