The Emptire’s Mr. Jun Is Playing The Villain Again - chapter 11

Chapter 11: Sense of Security
Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

Ye Xing snorted coldly, “You aren’t good enough to know who I am.”

“And I don’t need to know who you are.”

“You’re too blind, messing up in front of my young master!”

Ye Xing’s voice was ice cold.

Cold beams flashed across his eyes like sharp swords.

The atmosphere around him was even chillier.

Ye Xing was Jun Mohan’s subordinate. Original bodyguards and shadow guards couldn’t compare to him.

He displayed his grimness at this moment.

Let alone his master, even he raged at the scene in front of him.

These people had plotted against Miss Feng.

If he and the young master didn’t come here right now, one could only imagine what was going to happen to Miss Feng.

He was well aware of the young master’s fury.

The waiter wasn’t fully aware of what had happened, but he was furious that he had lost face.

He fired back angrily, “Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to us like that!”

“Do you know where this is?”

The waiter spoke arrogantly and looked at Ye Xing with his nose.

Ye Xing’s lips curved upwards coldly and kicked the waiter without saying anything further.

“I know exactly where this is.”

Peng! Peng! Peng!

Noises of the fight were unceasing.

They were the sounds of punches and kicks. The waiter couldn’t even fight back.

“Argh… argh…”

The waiter was unable to speak from pain. He could only moan and howl in grief.

“Somebody come, teach, teach him a lesson…”

The waiter wailed again, calling his friends.

Telling them to teach a lesson to the person in front of him.

There were so many of them. How could they be afraid of one person?

The waiter’s helpers were all from the bar, charging towards Ye Xing with metal rods in their hands.

Ye Xing’s eyes were filled with coldness and disdain when he looked at them.

They wanted to fight him? They should have found out where he came from first.

He had undergone the toughest training since childhood. These people were nothing compared to him.

Ye Xing grabbed a familiar metal rod from inside a wall and began to fight them.

Bang…

Boom…

“Ouch… It hurts….”

“Spare me… Please spare me…”

A single move was enough to differentiate between the strong and weak.

Some of them didn’t even need to fight to find out that they couldn’t win against Ye Xing.

“You… who on earth are you?”

Those people looked at Jun Mohan then shifted their eyes back to Ye Xing as they questioned in horror.

Ye Xing replied coldly, “I said you aren’t good enough to know who we are.”

The young master’s mysterious and powerful background wasn’t something these people could know.

Feng Sujin fell on the floor as she watched. Gratefulness overwhelmed her heart knowing that Jun Mohan’s subordinate saved her.

She was terrified.

But she felt a sense of security when she saw Jun Mohan’s subordinate.

When she was about to lose her rational thinking, Jun Mohan appeared in front of her.

He was still as stunning as if he had walked out of a painting, unaffected by the environment around him.

Faintly discernible and hazy, but stunning. She didn’t even want to blink.

“Help… help me…”

Feng Sujin forced herself to stay conscious and ask for help, grabbing the bottom of Jun Mohan’s pants with the last bit of her strength.

Her voice sounded extremely delicate and soft.

Jun Mohan looked down at her, observing her unyieldingness and eyes begging for help.

Dim light flashed across his tranquil eyes.