Chapter 37: One Against Ten

Wang Mei was startled. She knew Gu Xiangnan was formidable, but the other side had three men, all armed with knives—it was still perilous. If anything happened to Gu Xiangnan, how would she explain it to the Boss?

“Let’s go together!” Wang Mei said to him.

“You take a break. I’ll handle this myself,” Gu Xiangnan replied casually.

Wang Mei gritted her teeth, preparing to run ahead of Gu Xiangnan to draw their attention.

The three warriors saw Gu Xiangnan approaching unarmed, and one of them stepped forward. Their hearts leaped with joy—such an easy task. Just kill this foolish boy with a single slash, then finish off Yang Dianfeng. As for the two beautiful women… well…

Before they could even raise their knives, they fell dead to the ground.

Wang Mei’s mind buzzed as she witnessed this scene. With such strength, who was protecting whom, really? It seemed Gu Xiangnan had always held back when sparring with her. She hadn’t even seen how the three warriors died.

“What are you still standing there for? Go inside and help me find my sister and brother-in-law!” Gu Xiangnan called to Wang Mei, seeing her frozen in place.

The abandoned factory had long been emptied of equipment. Only the giant hooks for hanging parts remained fixed to the ceiling.

In the center of the factory, two figures hung suspended in mid-air—Yang Dianfeng and Bai Huabing. Their wrists were raw and swollen from the ropes.

“If I cut this rope, they’ll fall to their deaths immediately,” said a man in black samurai garb, standing on a high spot near Yang Dianfeng, threatening, “If you don’t want them to die, you two must kill each other.”

He tossed a samurai sword to Gu Xiangnan and Wang Mei, indicating that one should kill the other, and then the survivor should commit seppuku.

“Don’t do anything foolish for us, little brother!” Bai Huabing cried.

“Brother, leave quickly! This is a trap!” Yang Dianfeng shouted anxiously.

Gu Xiangnan did not pick up the sword.

“Courting death!” he roared, suddenly striking out—his form moved like the wind, appearing before the samurai and landing a blow to his chest.

Blood sprayed in a mist.

The samurai screamed as he fell from his perch.

The other warriors rushed forward.

It was brutal—so brutal! The man’s chest had a gaping hole, punched clean through by Gu Xiangnan. And he was the strongest among their ten warriors!

The remaining six were instantly terrified out of their wits.

Gu Xiangnan seized two by the neck, smashing their heads together—instant annihilation.

Wang Mei watched, stunned, and a chill crept into her heart. This was the fate of anyone who crossed Gu Xiangnan; she would have to be careful in the future.

“Please, spare me!” one samurai knelt, trembling.

“Too late,” Gu Xiangnan said, gripping the man’s neck.

With a crack, he snapped it.

He turned; two warriors had already committed seppuku.

The last one staggered back as if he’d seen a ghost.

Gu Xiangnan struck his chest—a quick death.

Once the warriors were dealt with, Gu Xiangnan disdainfully wiped his hands on their clothing.

“Next time, I need a cleaner method,” he muttered quietly.

Then he and Wang Mei hurried to untie Yang Dianfeng and Bai Huabing.

Bai Huabing threw herself into Gu Xiangnan’s arms, sobbing loudly. “Little brother, how did you know we were in trouble?”

Yang Dianfeng stood beside her, saying, “Brother, we owe you everything this time!”

“I was just bringing medicine to your home and sensed something was wrong,” Gu Xiangnan replied calmly. “You and sister are favored by fate—the heavens sent me to save you.”

Gu Xiangnan’s eloquence had been honed in the mountains. With twelve masters, he’d learned to sweet-talk each and every one.

“You are my benefactor, Gu Xiangnan. From now on, your troubles are mine,” Yang Dianfeng solemnly promised.

Bai Huabing continued to cling to Gu Xiangnan, “Little brother, I thought I was doomed just now—I was truly terrified!”

Gu Xiangnan gently patted her back, soothing her quietly.

Wang Mei sighed to herself nearby—how could the underground emperor and empress of Jiangning City be like children, seeking comfort from Gu Xiangnan?

The two samurai who had committed seppuku weren’t fully dead yet, writhing in agony on the ground.

Yang Dianfeng searched their bodies and found his gun.

The wounded samurai gasped, cursing, “Just wait, the Fusang Hanfang Association and the Samurai League will hunt you forever!”

Yang Dianfeng shoved the gun barrel into the samurai’s mouth.

“I don’t care what association or league you have. None of it matters to me,” he said coldly. “In front of me, even a duck’s beak has to soften!”

Bang!

He pulled the trigger.

Cleaning up the battlefield was left to Yang Dianfeng.

His men soon arrived.

The herbal medicine Gu Xiangnan had prepared for Bai Huabing was already at her villa.

He and Wang Mei left first.

Wang Mei drove again, this time keeping the speed under control.

Suddenly, Wang Mei’s phone rang.

“Help me answer it,” she said to Gu Xiangnan.

“Where is it?”

“In the inside pocket of my jacket.”

Gu Xiangnan had to reach from behind, slipping his hand into her jacket to search.

The vehicle jolted, and his hand brushed against her chest.

“I didn’t mean to!” Gu Xiangnan explained. Wang Mei said nothing.

He finally found it—a WeChat video call request.

Gu Xiangnan swiped to accept and turned on the speaker.

“Meimei, why don’t you come home to see your father?” Wang Jinquan’s face filled the screen.

When he realized he was video calling Gu Xiangnan, he thought he’d made a mistake and rubbed his eyes.

No mistake.

He checked the WeChat contact—it was indeed his daughter.

Wang Jinquan exploded.

“Gu Xiangnan! If you have a grudge, come for me—don’t touch my daughter! If you dare harm her, I’ll stop at nothing, even if it means dying together!”

He thought Gu Xiangnan had kidnapped his daughter and was frantic with rage.

“Dad, I’m fine. You’re mistaken,” Wang Mei turned her head to speak into the phone.

She knew Gu Xiangnan’s abilities. Her father already had a history with him—if he offended Gu Xiangnan, there would be trouble. Besides, she feared the Boss’s wrath as well.

Gu Xiangnan pointed the camera at Wang Mei.

Wang Jinquan confirmed his daughter’s safety and relaxed, but a new doubt arose—how had his daughter ended up with Gu Xiangnan?

Wang Mei couldn’t explain immediately, so she made an appointment to meet Wang Jinquan at the Wang Corporation building.

Twenty minutes later.

Wang Mei’s motorcycle pulled into the company’s reserved parking space.

“Good afternoon, Second Miss!”

All the employees greeted Wang Mei as she passed, but avoided Gu Xiangnan as if he were a demon.

Wang Jinquan and his son were in the office—one in a wheelchair, the other swathed in bandages. The father and son looked quite comical.

Gu Xiangnan and Wang Mei had just entered the office.

“Close the door!” Wang Jinquan barked.

The door behind Gu Xiangnan was immediately shut.

From every corner of the office, dozens of people surged out, surrounding Gu Xiangnan.