Chapter 246 - No Qualification
Chapter 246 of "The Strongest Dandy in the City" starts the action: Wu Xiaofei received a phone call from Wu Jie’s friend.Wu Jie was in a private... Find out what happens!
Wu Xiaofei received a phone call from Wu Jie’s friend.Wu Jie was in a private room at the West Coast Club in Capital City, and from the call, one could even hear Wu Jie’s occasional screams.
“Xiaofei, is that little rascal Wu Jie causing trouble outside again?” Wu Anguo asked with a stern face.
“Grandfather, it seems Wu Jie has been beaten up.
Chenfeng and I will rush over right now to check on him,” Wu Xiaofei said as she grabbed Ye Chenfeng and ran out of the Ye family’s living room.
Ye Zhenhong and Wu Anguo, the two old gentlemen, didn’t say much.
As elders, it was not appropriate for them to intervene in such affairs.
However, as long as Ye Chenfeng was going, given his abilities, he would surely not let Wu Jie suffer.
The West Coast Club was located in a bustling area of Capital City and was one of the clubs frequently visited by the city’s prodigal sons and daughters.
The West Coast could barely squeeze into the top ten high-end clubs in Capital City, and its decoration was incomparable to that of any average third-rate club.
Moreover, all the waitresses were young girls, whose looks and attire were exceptionally innocent, so the male customers flocked to the West Coast day and night without end.
At that moment, in private room 208 on the second floor of the West Coast Club, there stood about a dozen men and women.
Among them were two seventeen or eighteen-year-old youths, standing in the center of the room.
One of the youths, his face covered in bruises, was none other than Wu Jie!
The youth facing Wu Jie, although about the same age as Wu Jie, was physically more than twice as strong.
This physically strong youth was named Hua Hui.
The Huas had a military background in Capital City, just like the Wus, and the two families had been in constant rivalry for years.
As a result, every encounter between Wu Jie and Hua Hui was like meeting an archenemy.
They couldn’t stand the sight of each other.
Today, Wu Jie had arranged to meet friends for entertainment at the West Coast Club, but it happened that Hua Hui also came.
After seeing the number of Wu Jie’s private room, he led three people and barged into Wu Jie’s room.
Although Wu Jie had learned a set of boxing techniques from Ye Chen recently, improving one’s strength was not an overnight matter, unless special methods were used, just like when Ye Chen trained Ye Dongjian last time.
Since Wu Jie was not in a rush to enhance his strength, Ye Chen just had him practice the boxing techniques a few times every day, and his strength would naturally improve over time.
“Wu Jie, if you call me Brother Hui and take your friends out of the 208 room, I can let today’s incident slide,” Hua Hui said arrogantly.
“Ptooey!” Wu Jie spat a mouthful of blood-stained saliva onto the ground and said, “Hua Hui, don’t get too cocky.
As long as I, Wu Jie, can still stand, I’ll be ready to fight you.
You haven’t beaten me to the point where I can’t stand up yet!”
“Brother Jie, we outnumber them.
Why don’t we all just go at him together and avoid his bullshit,” suggested a youth standing next to Wu Jie.
“Wu Jie, are you a coward or what?
We’re having a fair one-on-one duel.
If you admit you’re no match for me and want to gang up on me, I have no objections,” Hua Hui said, unafraid.
He had been trained in the military district since he was young and was confident he could handle them all, even if Wu Jie’s entire group attacked at once.
His words were merely meant to humiliate Wu Jie.
“Hua Hui, do I need others to deal with you?
I alone am more than enough,” Wu Jie retorted.
Although Wu Jie was somewhat well-known as a prodigal youth in the younger circle of Capital City, every encounter with Hua Hui in the past had left him on the receiving end of a beating.
For years, he had longed to trample Hua Hui underfoot.
But while dreams were full, reality was often cruel.
Wu Jie was nowhere near as skilled as Hua Hui; he was simply no match for him.
Wu Jie’s footsteps were shaky, he could barely stand steady, and his punches, thrown haphazardly, were effortlessly dodged by Hua Hui.
Dodging the punches, Hua Hui swiftly kicked Wu Jie in the stomach.
Wu Jie fell face-first to the ground, his entire body aching unbearably, and his stomach churned violently.
With a retch, he threw up, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his friends wanting to rush forward to help.
He immediately shouted, “If anyone dares to come help, they are no longer my brother.”
“Jie, do you really want us to just stand by and watch you get beaten?
Isn’t it the duty of brothers to face difficulties together?” A young man behind Wu Jie clenched his fists tightly, the same youngster who had secretly informed Wu Xiaofei earlier.
Ye Chenfeng and Wu Xiaofei had already arrived outside Room 208 when Wu Jie was knocked down by Hua Hui.
The Ye residence wasn’t far from the West Coast Club, so the two of them managed to get there so quickly.
Wu Xiaofei said, puzzlingly, “Has Xiaojie gone mad?
He’s even refusing help from his friends?”
Because the door to Room 208 was slightly ajar, Ye Chenfeng and Wu Xiaofei could clearly hear the conversation inside.
Looking through the glass above the door of the private room, Ye Chenfeng murmured to himself as he observed Wu Jie lying on the floor, his eyes defiant, “Maybe it’s Xiaojie’s pride acting up.
But then again, a real man should have such pride.”
“Wu Jie, you are nothing but trash in my eyes, someone forever trampled under my feet.
I heard your sister is engaged to that idiot from the Yes.
It’s quite fitting for an idiot like you to have Ye Chen as your brother-in-law.
I bet you two have plenty to talk about, huh?” Hua Hui mocked.
Hearing Hua Hui’s words, Wu Jie’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his brows furrowed into a “川” shape.
For him, his brother-in-law Ye Chenfeng was an idolized figure, the only person he had ever admired from the bottom of his heart since childhood.
With the rage burning inside of him, Wu Jie pushed himself up with his hands, his teeth gritted, and as he stood up, his cold eyes glared at Hua Hui as he shouted, “You have no right to insult my brother-in-law, you are not worthy.”
“What I say is the truth.
Everyone in Capital City knows Ye Chenfeng is nothing but an idiot.
Or do you expect that fool to take up your fight?” Hua Hui said disdainfully.
“Hua Hui, you’re seeking death.”
Trembling, Wu Jie charged at Hua Hui, only to be kicked down again by Hua Hui: “I didn’t expect Ye Chen to hold such a high place in your heart.
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“That’s enough.
I’ve let out all the frustration inside me today.
It’s a complete waste of time to continue indulging a waste of space like you.”
In the past, Hua Hui would only reprimand Wu Jie when they fought, never going to the extreme he did tonight.
But Hua Hui was already in a bad mood tonight!
Encountering Wu Jie at the West Coast Club, he used him as an outlet for his frustration.
Now that his irritability had been vented, he had no intention of playing along any longer.
Just as Hua Hui was about to turn and leave, Wu Jie once again got up from the ground, grabbing Hua Hui’s shoulder with an unknown burst of strength, and said, “I’ve already told you, you have no right to insult my brother-in-law, you’re not even worth being called trash in front of him.”
“Motherfucker, you really won’t cry until you see the coffin.” Hua Hui picked up an empty beer bottle from nearby and smashed it down towards Wu Jie’s head.
In that moment.
Wu Jie straightened his back, his body devoid of any strength to retaliate, barely maintaining a standing posture.
As the beer bottle came closer to his head, Wu Jie’s face was filled with defiance, not even a frown crossing his brow, his eyes resolute.
He could not bear the insult to Ye Chenfeng, and he was determined to become as impressive a man as Ye Chen, maintaining the dignity of a man at all times.
Just like now, as the beer bottle drew closer to Wu Jie’s head, he stood unfazed, his spine erect.
He didn’t want to lose face for his impressive brother-in-law Chen.
(To be continued.
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