Chapter Four: A Small Trial of Skill

Nie Yunyang did not do it on purpose, but Mu Qingyao would not see it that way.

At this moment, Nie Yunyang had no time to explain to Mu Qingyao. Once they reached a safe place, he would certainly take responsibility.

With a serious expression, Nie Yunyang said earnestly, “You get in the car first.”

Mu Qingyao, furious and about to confront Nie Yunyang, suddenly noticed three burly men approaching from afar, all with hostile intent.

Suppressing her anger, realizing the situation was dire, she shot Nie Yunyang a fierce glare before retreating back into the office building.

The security guard at the entrance tried to stop the three men but was effortlessly thrown aside by one of the hulking figures, like a hawk catching a chick.

Seeing this, Nie Yunyang walked over and smiled, “Friends, let’s settle this peacefully. No need for fighting or taking lives.”

“You little brat, our target is the Mu family’s young lady. If you’re scared, get out of the way!” snarled the bald, muscular man leading the group.

Nie Yunyang gave a thumbs-up, smiling, “Wow, you guys have good eyes. This lady is indeed a beauty. But she’s already taken, so don’t waste your time. Best you all go home.”

“You’re still a kid, not even fully grown, and you want to play hero rescuing a damsel?” mocked one of the other big men.

Nie Yunyang shook his head. “Brothers, I’m just trying to be reasonable. Why bite the hand that feeds you?”

“Boss, why waste time talking to this kid? Chop him into mince and then snatch that girl,” another thug suggested.

Feigning fear, Nie Yunyang said, “Gentlemen, we live in a society ruled by law. If you kill me, you’ll face at least ten years behind bars. Do you really want to end up in prison?”

He deliberately stalled, hoping Mu Qingyao inside would call the police. Unexpectedly, she just stood there watching the drama unfold.

“Damn it, I’m going to tear your mouth apart!” the bald man roared, swinging a fist as big as a sandbag at Nie Yunyang.

His two companions charged forward as well.

Unfazed, Nie Yunyang knew these scoundrels wanted to kidnap Mu Qingyao to threaten Mu Bailin.

Fortunately, the three men were unarmed; otherwise, it would have been more difficult to handle them.

Bang!

The bald man missed his punch and was instead kicked squarely in the groin by Nie Yunyang, collapsing and writhing in pain on the ground.

The thug on the left threw a punch at Nie Yunyang’s face, but he dodged sideways and struck the man’s elbow with a powerful blow.

As the man lost balance, Nie Yunyang delivered a knee strike to his chin, followed by a heavy elbow that sent him crashing down.

Seeing two of his comrades beaten, the last thug immediately fell to his knees, begging, “Hero, I was wrong. Spare me, please!”

Nie Yunyang took a step forward, but the man panicked and scrambled away, expecting a fierce battle but encountering a lion pouncing on antelopes instead.

“How about this: sing me the song ‘Conquer’—if you sing it well, I’ll let you go,” Nie Yunyang said.

The thug hesitated, “Hero, I really can’t sing.”

“Well, sing or don’t sing?” Nie Yunyang challenged.

After a warning look, Nie Yunyang rolled up his sleeves, ready to act.

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