The Supreme Wild Young Master Chapter 5 The Peasant Fights the Tycoon_1

A fierce confrontation has ignited right at the threshold of the Imperial Luxury Hotel.

Zhang Xian, accompanied by two formidable bodyguards, clashed with an impact akin to celestial bodies plummeting from the heavens.

A number of prominent business tycoons observed the scene, their amusement piqued by the audacity of a village newcomer daring to challenge the Cao family's enforcers, a mix of surprise and condescending mirth filling their expressions.

However, the smirks on their faces were fleeting. In under a minute, the two bodyguards found themselves unexpectedly outmatched, struggling to fend off the relentless assault from this supposed country bumpkin.

"Hmm, intriguing. I had no idea this fellow was such a formidable opponent."

"Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. One cannot gauge the depth of the ocean with a mere handful of water. This man may not look like much, but his strength is unexpectedly significant."

"What in the world is transpiring? What does this truly signify?"

Numerous onlookers witnessed Zhang Xian completely overpowering the two bodyguards. Their mocking grins froze, replaced by an expression of utter bewilderment, as if they had all been turned into petrified statues.

Some individuals began to draw connections between the corporate heiress of Yanjing's preeminent tycoon, the Mo family's jewel and Yanjing's undisputed beauty, and this unassuming young man from the countryside. Their initial amusement rapidly gave way to a cautious apprehension, sensing a disquieting undercurrent beneath these unfolding events.

"Did... did he study martial arts? He's astonishingly skilled!" Mo Shaoyun exclaimed, equally stunned.

A decade prior, her grandfather and Zhang Xian's master had indeed formalized an engagement pact between them. Despite the lingering impressions of Zhang Xian in her memory, any attempts to gather further information about him had proven futile. The sole certainty was the profound camaraderie between her grandfather and Zhang Xian's mentor, a bond so deep that her grandfather readily entrusted his granddaughter's future to his friend's disciple.

"Shaoyun, what are our next steps? Should we consider intervening?" inquired Xiao Nan, a lady of striking maturity who had initially been positioned to shield Mo Shaoyun.

"No, let him proceed as he sees fit. This matter does not concern me directly," Mo Shaoyun replied, shaking her head.

A sentiment of latent affection for Zhang Xian had taken root in her heart due to an occurrence from ten years past. Her grandfather's solemn promise had fueled countless daydreams about how she might accept Zhang Xian and cultivate a relationship with her intended husband. She understood that her consent was not truly a factor; her grandfather's vow acted as an unyielding chain binding her. Provided Zhang Xian was not entirely devoid of merit, she believed she could fulfill the role of a devoted wife.

Alas, reality often proves harsh. Zhang Xian's arrival was ill-timed, his presence misplaced, and his expression of affection entirely inappropriate. This confluence of factors had left her feeling profoundly embarrassed. She now perceived Zhang Xian as a reckless brute, prone to acting without forethought. As the acting CEO of the Tiannan group and the sole heiress of the Mo family, shouldn't Zhang Xian have shown greater consideration for her personal feelings and public standing?

"That fellow is truly beyond audacious," Xiao Nan lamented. While undoubtedly impressed by Zhang Xian's displayed prowess, she was equally aghast at his profound lack of social graces.

Surely, anyone would aim to create a favorable impression upon meeting their future spouse, wouldn't they? Zhang Xian had failed spectacularly in this regard, instead managing to turn Mo Shaoyun into a figure of ridicule before their entire social circle.

"Bang..." With a resounding punch, one of the bodyguards was suddenly sent hurtling through the air.

In an instant, Zhang Xian materialized before the remaining bodyguard, intercepting the incoming fist with a firm grip.

"Damn it, this guy is too powerful!" The bodyguard's forehead glistened with sweat; despite his strenuous efforts, he could not wrench his fist free from Zhang Xian's unyielding hold.

As an elite former soldier, he harbored considerable self-assurance in his capabilities—a trait that had facilitated his appointment as the personal bodyguard to the young master of the Cao Family in Yanjing. Yet, at the very moment he felt confident in easily subduing the 'bumpkin' before him, he realized his own vulnerability, akin to a small vessel caught in a tempestuous sea, precariously close to capsizing.

He had never envisioned that he—who had always viewed himself as a vast, powerful wave—would one day be reduced to a mere skiff confronting a country boy.

"Get lost..." Zhang Xian delivered a swift kick, sending the bodyguard flying. He then shifted his icy gaze towards Cao Ge, remarking with utter disdain, "It appears this is the extent of your capabilities, and even then, only through the efforts of others."

"You... you..." Cao Ge's face flushed crimson, consumed by a surge of incandescent fury.

"What was that?" Zhang Xian sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "I genuinely feel no inclination to strike you, yet you persistently court your own demise."

A surge of fury coursed through Cao Ge, rendering him speechless, his face flushing to the hue of a monkey's posterior. He had never anticipated that the person before him would possess such formidable capabilities.

"Such an utterly useless piece of trash, yet so full of arrogance?" Zhang Xian cast a dismissive glance at Cao Ge before turning to Mo Shaoyun. He spoke with a tone of dejection, "Perhaps I truly shouldn't have come today, nor harbored these aspirations."

Mo Shaoyun averted her gaze, offering no acknowledgment and unsure of how to respond.

"This bracelet took me a considerable amount of time to craft, yet it appears to be of no use now. Its true worth is seemingly unrecognized by anyone. You likely perceive me just as he described: a complete mismatch for you, an invincible goddess, while I am merely a rustic villager. It all amounts to nothing more than wishful thinking," he mused, gazing at the bracelet in his hand and letting out a humorless laugh.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he tossed the bracelet onto the ground. Turning his back, he began to walk away, stating, "Should you ever decide to annul our engagement, do not hesitate to contact me."

"Well, at least the fellow possesses some self-awareness."

"Hehe, tomorrow promises to be quite the spectacle. Mo Shaoyun actually has such a peculiar fiancé."

"Hmph, it seems Mo Shaoyun isn't quite as high and mighty as she presents herself. Even she experiences setbacks! That fellow certainly arrived at the most opportune moment."

A few influential figures, who harbored a dislike for Mo Shaoyun, let out cold chuckles. Subsequently, engaging in casual conversation, they entered the Imperial Luxury Hotel with buoyant spirits.

Mo Shaoyun remained frozen in place, her eyes fixed on Zhang Xian as he gradually receded into the distance. A faint sheen of mist gathered in her beautiful eyes, but being a woman who disdained admitting defeat, she resolutely prevented any tears from falling.

"Shaoyun, don't dwell on it too much. That individual isn't worthy of you," Cao Ge insisted, stepping up beside her.

"Go inside! I do not require your concern," Mo Shaoyun replied curtly.

"Shaoyun, actually, I..."

"Enter the building, or I shall become displeased," Mo Shaoyun warned.

Cao Ge's lips twitched involuntarily. Suppressing his rising ire, he shot a venomous glare towards Zhang Xian's retreating form before turning to depart.

"Shaoyun, shall we proceed inside now?" Xiao Nan inquired.

"Naturally. I, Mo Shaoyun, am never one to yield easily," Mo Shaoyun declared, her delicate fist clenching tightly. "Those who dare to mock me will surely face retribution tenfold!"

"Ah, it's hard to fathom what Zhang Xian was thinking, appearing at such a moment," Xiao Nan sighed. "Not only men but women too deserve respect and recognition."

"Enough, you go in first. I wish to be alone for a little while," Mo Shaoyun stated, turning to address Xiao Nan.

After Xiao Nan had entered, Mo Shaoyun stood contemplating for a period. Then, she retrieved the bracelet Zhang Xian had discarded. Casting a discreet glance around to confirm no one was observing, she slipped it into her handbag. Only then did she proceed towards the entrance of the Imperial Luxury Hotel.