Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Or is it that Ye Ling is even more kick-ass?

That's impossible. Looking at Ye Ling's stature, Han Qingxin was worried that a gust of wind might blow him away.

Thinking this, Han Qingxin couldn't help but look at Ye Ling again, but when she saw his enormously swollen lower region, her cheeks turned bright red and she quickly averted her gaze.

"Kid, you're looking to die!"

The burly man was furious and said to the other two, "Number Five, Number Six, cripple him for me!"

After all, they were all special forces, not the type to be scared by such a minor thing.

Upon hearing the burly man's words, Numbers Five and Six nodded immediately and attacked Ye Ling.

But Number Six was rather clever. He had been wearing sunglasses, but he took them off before attacking Ye Ling.

Number Five targeted Ye Ling's face while Number Six aimed for below the belt.

Their coordination was flawless, yet as the saying goes, "I gaze upon the moon with longing, yet her reflection is seen only in the ditch." They targeted the wrong person...

"Bang bang!"

Ye Ling suddenly kicked out. Number Five and Number Six didn't even see the move coming, and a large footprint appeared on their faces. Their noses gushed blood as they screamed and were sent flying with a thud.

"Ouch!"

Number Eighteen, who had been lying on the ground as if on the brink of death, cried out in agony when the two landed on him.

Seeing Ye Ling dispatch three men in the blink of an eye, the burly man immediately realized he was in over his head and yelled, "All of you, together!"

Unfortunately, Ye Ling's room was simply too small. Over ten people, some of whom were even standing at the door, wanted to rush in together, but they just couldn't manage it!

The first three men to reach Ye Ling were particularly sneaky, with one of them attempting a 'monkey steals the peach' maneuver aimed at Ye Ling's lower region.

Ye Ling hated this kind of person the most. Why go for his lower region out of all places?

"Do you want this that badly?"

Ye Ling sneered menacingly, grabbed the man's hand and yanked him forward. The man, caught off guard, slammed his head into the wall.

"Bang bang!"

The other two also tasted Ye Ling's mighty kicks and as they were flung away, the force was so great that even those standing behind them were sent sprawling.

Han Qingxin couldn't believe her eyes. She realized it wasn't that the bodyguards her father hired were too weak, but rather that Ye Ling was insanely strong!

The burly man had intended to attack Ye Ling, but upon witnessing this scene, his eyes bulged, and he turned tail and ran.

Special forces are tough, but if your opponent is tougher, you run!

If you don't, you're simply asking for a beating.

"Why are you running?"

Ye Ling appeared in front of the burly man like a gust of wind, and the man gasped, suddenly screaming.

"Ghost!"

Ye Ling's speed was indeed too fast. The burly man was already standing at the back by the door. Ye Ling was a good six or seven meters away from him, and yet he materialized before him in an instant. How could the man not be terrified?

"Bang!"

Ye Ling kicked him in the chest, sending the nearly 200-pound man flying backward for five or six meters.

"A bunch of trash, playing at being bodyguards?"

Ye Ling dusted off his hands disdainfully, casually walked over to the wardrobe, and began getting dressed.

Han Qingxin was utterly stunned; she had never imagined that such masters existed in real life—weren't these kinds of scenes only in TV shows?

"You... How are you so powerful here?" Han Qingxin couldn't help but ask.

"That's what you call impressive?"

Ye Ling laughed and shook his head, saying, "When this handsome guy really shows off, just one breath and all these guys would drop dead."

"Bragging." Han Qingxin rolled her eyes and pouted.

"Don't believe me?" Ye Ling asked.

"Just don't believe you, what's it to you?"

"Fine, don't believe then!"

Han Qingxin: "..."

"Stop playing dead, get lost, or I'll lay waste to you all!"

Seeing those lying on the ground groaning, Ye Ling frowned and shouted.

Upon hearing his words, the burly men stood up as if resurrecting and vanished like the wind from in front of Ye Ling and Han Qingxin...

"See? That's what you call playing possum." Ye Ling said.

Han Qingxin was speechless.

"So, what do you want from me?" Ye Ling asked, then his eyes lit up as he remembered, "Oh, right, you're here to give me money, aren't you?"

"Hmm."

Han Qingxin indeed came to give Ye Ling money. She had initially planned to send someone else to deliver it, but to get rid of those bodyguards dogging her, she had to come herself.

She drove a Ferrari, thinking she could shake off the group driving the old Audi A6s their daddies gave them, but unexpectedly, these guys managed to drive the A6s like Ferraris.

In reality, it wasn't that the burly men turned A6s into Ferraris, but rather Han Qingxin drove her Ferrari like it was an A6.

Han Qingxin could speed at night when there were no cars, but it wasn't practical during the day, especially in a place like Donghai City that was congested every second of every day.

Just think about her driving skills, if they were really good, she wouldn't have hit Ye Ling.

"Here, this is your money." Han Qingxin took out a stack of newspapers with a full ten bundles of Chairman Mao banknotes.

At the sight of it, Ye Ling's face broke into a grin.

"Hey, with you being so capable, surely you wouldn't have trouble finding a job, right? So why live in such a dump? And you can't even afford the rent?" Han Qingxin curiously asked.

"That's what I want." Ye Ling said.

He certainly couldn't say that he had just been reborn, could he?

"Can't you speak properly for once?" Han Qingxin huffed, "I'm talking to you in good faith, and all you do is quibble."

"Yo, in my memory, most rich second generations are arrogant and despise everyone, but you? You can actually speak nicely?" Ye Ling mocked.

"Hmph, I'm not that kind of person."

Han Qingxin snorted softly, then added, "Also, stop calling me a rich second generation. I've started working now."

"Damn, if I remember correctly, the Han Corporation is one of the top ten conglomerates in Donghai City, even famous nationwide in S province. Your old man Han Dongsheng is worth tens of billions, and you're still working? Isn't that just asking for misery?" Ye Ling said, puzzled.

"Just like what you said, I don't fancy being called a rich second generation, so I must work. I want everyone to know, Han Qingxin isn't just about relying on others!"

Han Qingxin's expression was serious, leaving Ye Ling startled.

"Great!"

Ye Ling slapped his thigh, startling Han Qingxin.

"I like that about you, awesome!" Ye Ling gave a thumbs up.

Han Qingxin pursed her lips into a smile, her face showing pride, but Ye Ling's next words promptly caused her brow to furrow into a frown.

"Give me your old man's number; if you won't rely on him, I will!"

Han Qingxin: "..."