Chapter 368: Crushing Everyone

Wang Meijuan was stunned. “How could you bring the Samurai from the Dharma Hall here? Is all this really necessary to deal with one ordinary person?”

“Sorry, but the Dharma Hall now answers to the Jiuge Group’s Elder Council, not to you, the Chairman. Niece, you’d best stay out of this, or we’ll have to treat you the same as him!”

Wang Chengye had truly spared no expense to become chairman. These Samurai had all been bribed by him, so they were particularly eager to prove their worth.

Chen Qingdi frowned and said to Wang Meijuan, “Pardon me, things are about to get a little violent. If you’re scared, you should close your eyes.”

As he spoke, he elegantly put on his gloves and stood up.

“Who’s first?”

These men were true Samurai. Confident in their skills, they disdained ganging up on a single opponent.

One Samurai swaggered forward and brandished his weapon—a pair of Hand Guard Hooks.

These were weapons for close combat. A single mistake could get you disemboweled. Truly vicious.

Chen Qingdi hadn’t expected them to actually use weapons.

He let out a long sigh. ‘If you’re going to be ruthless, then don’t blame me for being cruel.’

Before the man could even get close, he threw a punch.

There were still four or five steps between them, and he hadn’t moved forward. Everyone else thought the punch was just a bluff.

But who would have known that the punch would unleash an incredibly powerful Fist Strength, striking the Samurai square in the chest.

The Samurai immediately coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

“He knows some kind of Demon Technique! Everyone, be careful!”

Another man, wielding an Eight-Cut Blade, stepped forward. Before he could even act, Chen Qingdi threw another punch, felling him from three steps away.

“If they’re all this useless, there’s no need to come at me one by one.”

“He’s a real expert! Get the masters from the Sacrificial Hall over here!”

Chen Qingdi stretched lazily. “A fight like this is so boring. I’d rather be chatting with a beautiful woman.”

With that, he pointed to his lap and said to Wang Meijuan, “You are clearly suffering from a terrible omen. Come sit here, and I will help you undo it!”

Even in public, Wang Meijuan knew to give her man face. Without any hesitation, she sat right down in Chen Qingdi’s lap.

Chen Qingdi wrapped one arm around her and pointed at the surrounding Samurai with his other hand.

“If the rest of you want to come over and make fools of yourselves, feel free. I’m waiting to finish this up so I can go to bed with my wife.”

A moment later, a very arrogant voice was heard from outside.

“Who dares to be so brazen, stirring up trouble on my turf? Do you have any idea who I am?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Meijuan’s uncles were overjoyed. “Tributor Jia Baoguo from the Sacrificial Hall! You’ve finally come! Please, take care of this monster!”

At that moment, Chen Qingdi was still toying with Wang Meijuan’s small hand, tracing her career line and love line on her palm.

Hearing the voice, he casually looked up and saw an impressive-looking old man. He was stroking his goatee with one hand and holding a short cane in the other, standing about four feet away from Chen Qingdi.

His presence was calm and composed, as deep as a still pool and as immovable as a mountain.

“I hear you’ve learned the legendary Flying Dragon Fist of the martial arts world, capable of injuring someone from more than ten paces away. If you have the guts, try it on me!”

Chen Qingdi sighed. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Tributor Jia sneered. “Weren’t you so impressive with your punches just now? What’s there not to dare?”

Chen Qingdi replied helplessly, “I’m afraid if I try, you’ll pass away, sir. And I can’t afford the funeral costs.”

“Hmph. I won’t stoop to your level, junior. Since you dare to disrupt the Jiuge Group’s board meeting, you can make the first move. If you can survive three of my moves, I’ll let you have your way with the Jiuge Group!”

Chen Qingdi smugly planted a kiss on Wang Meijuan’s cheek.

“Even without you opening your mouth, old man, isn’t the Jiuge Group already mine to command? Meijuan, if I happen to… mess this old geezer up, I won’t go to jail, will I?”

Wang Meijuan shot him a fierce glare. Still not satisfied, she gave the soft flesh of his arm a hard pinch.

“You’re my man, what’s there to be afraid of? The worst that can happen is I’ll bring you meals in prison!”

The old man was so angry his goatee quivered, and he almost passed out from rage.

But he still maintained the air of a reclusive master, refusing to bully a junior by striking first. He told Chen Qingdi to make the first move.

Left with no choice, Chen Qingdi raised his fist and threw a punch right at the old man’s mouth.

The old man seemed to know the power of the Flying Dragon Fist. Fearing that even the wind from the blow could harm him, he preemptively covered his mouth with his own fist.

The moon was pale, the clouds were thin, the wind was light. From a branch, a bird hummed softly.

The old man had exerted immense effort, but in the end, no Flying Dragon and Flying Tiger Fist came. His own monumental defensive power had nowhere to be unleashed, and he had to forcefully withdraw it.

He ground his teeth in anger. “I say, kid, this so-called Flying Dragon Fist of yours… it’s not just a bluff, is it?”

Chen Qingdi couldn’t help but stomp his feet and beat his chest in mock despair. “Oh, heavens! Oh, earth! How could my never-fail Flying Dragon Fist suddenly stop working? Can it be that evil spirits are interfering?”

Wang Meijuan also grew quite worried, thinking to herself.

‘Is this guy like Duan Yu with his Six Meridian Divine Sword, working one moment and failing the next? What are we going to do then?’

“Tell me, do you know the Wave-Riding Step?”

Chen Qingdi gave a wry smile. “I don’t know where the Jade Cave on Wuliang Mountain is, but I did manage to win the fairy’s heart.”

Wang Meijuan could be heard faintly grinding her teeth. “Tell me who that little bitch is! How dare she try to steal my man?”

Chen Qingdi chuckled. “Isn’t the fairy right here in my arms? Can you teach me the life-saving Wave-Riding Step?”

Wang Meijuan was quick on the uptake and played along with his act.

“Kowtow a thousand times, and be at my beck and call!”

Chen Qingdi put on a troubled expression. “How about we wait until tonight? Can I do the kowtowing when it’s late and quiet?”

The two of them flirted and bickered as if no one else was there, infuriating Master Jia Baoguo.

“This is infuriating! You two shameless lovebirds, I’ll cripple you both today!”

No longer bothering to act like a senior master, he took a step forward and then gave an order to the people beside him.

“In a moment, I might release my True Energy. To avoid harming any innocent bystanders, all of you get out first!”

Hearing this and knowing the power of this “Fake Tributor,” the men didn’t dare to linger. They all retreated outside the conference room.

The Fake Tributor looked at Wang Meijuan again.

“I watched you grow up, little girl. I can’t bear to see your grandfather saddened. So, how about you hand over your shares and let your second uncle be the chairman? I guarantee you, in my capacity as the Third Tributor of the Sacrificial Hall, that your uncles will not harm a hair on your head!”

Wang Meijuan shook her head. “My man will protect me. You needn’t worry, ‘Grandpa’ Jia. Sir, you are getting on in years. As long as you stay out of this, I promise on my grandfather’s name to let you live out your retirement in peace!”

Jia Baoguo snorted. “Then there’s nothing more to say! Don’t blame me for being merciless!”