Chapter Thirty-Three

Hearing Zhou Yu say he was going out to deal with Zhao Yan, Nian Yu followed after him with an eager face. After all, she hadn’t managed to win against Zhao Yan these past few days, and now someone was finally going to stand up for her—and that someone was Zhou Yu, which made her even happier.

Xiao Jie, seeing Nian Yu’s excitement, smiled and followed as well.

By this time, Zhao Yan and Wang Kui were already waiting inside the house. As soon as Zhou Yu stepped out, he wasted no words and said to Zhao Yan, “Come out. Let’s have a spar.”

Having spent some time with him, Zhou Yu now understood that Zhao Yan was a carefree, roguish soldier.

Why call him a roguish soldier? Because Zhao Yan had the bearing of a serviceman, but the temperament of a street hustler—a man caught somewhere between the two.

Zhao Yan was taken aback for a moment, but seeing the warning glint in Nian Yu’s eyes and the expectant look on Wang Kui’s face, he could only sigh and say, “Alright, but let’s be clear, brother—you’d better give it your all. I won’t be holding back.”

Zhou Yu replied, “Let’s get on with it, I’m growing impatient. I want to see just how big the gap is between me, a jobless street brawler, and a national special forces soldier. But let me warn you, I once knocked out a retired soldier in under five minutes, so you’d better watch yourself.”

Zhao Yan scoffed, “Tch, don’t compare those brainless grunts to me. I can take on several of them at once, easily.”

Wang Kui chimed in, “Not to say ordinary soldiers are useless, but they’re still a long way off from us special forces.”

Zhou Yu only smiled, saying nothing more. Nian Yu and Xiao Jie, familiar with Zhou Yu, knew from his expression that Zhao Yan was in for a rough time.

Nian Yu grinned and called out, “Little Yan, come here for a moment.”

At her call, Zhao Yan hurried over, “Sister-in-law Nian Yu, what can I do for you?”

She leaned in and whispered, “You’d better use your strongest move right from the start, or I’ll tell Zhou Yu you’ve been bullying me. You know how much he cares about me.” She finished with a mischievous smile.

Without waiting for his response, she added, “Don’t forget.”

Zhou Yu, seeing them talking, grew jealous and called out, “Hey, hurry up! And what’s this ‘don’t forget’? I’m telling you, I’m jealous. And when I get jealous, you’re the one who’ll suffer.”

Zhao Yan glanced at Zhou Yu’s jealous look and realized that if he didn’t do as Nian Yu asked, Zhou Yu would indeed be furious.

Stepping outside, Zhao Yan said, “Come on, brother, let’s get this over with. It’s freezing out here.”

Without a word, Zhou Yu stripped off his jacket and bulletproof vest, peeled off his sweater, and finally stepped outside in just a short-sleeved shirt.

Turning to Nian Yu, he declared, “Darling, today I’ll show you just how amazing the man you love is—just how much I’m capable of. Go ahead, you can start now.” The last sentence was clearly aimed at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan eyed Zhou Yu, who was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, gave a cocky little shake, and then rushed at him without a word.

Wang Kui seemed to sense something and exclaimed in surprise, “Is Zhao Yan about to use the Tan Leg technique?”

As if to answer, Zhao Yan, charging at Zhou Yu, immediately unleashed a high side kick—the signature move, “First Strike, Whiplash.”

Seeing Zhao Yan’s raised leg, Zhou Yu guessed what was coming—a high side kick. He didn’t hesitate: leaning his body forward, pivoting on his left foot, he spun around, and as he turned, his right leg swept out diagonally upwards.

With a dull thud, Zhao Yan crashed to the ground.