Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2096 - 425: Successful Counter-Strategy 3
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Wang Yue stared at the pair of men and declared in a grave tone, "I don’t think I’ve offended you."
"You haven’t offended us, but you have offended Mr. Han," replied the first speaker from the upper level of Lingyun Pavilion. "Mr. Han is magnanimous and won’t hold it against you. But as juniors, we can’t let this go."
The Zhang brothers appeared to hold considerable notoriety around these parts, drawing plenty of eyes as they roamed. Confronting Wang Yue now pulled in a massive group of spectators right away.
From overhearing their exchange, the crowd figured this youngster was in deep trouble—drawing the ire of those two scoundrels.
Yet, despite their disdain for the Zhang brothers, sympathy for Wang Yue was scarce. The majority simply observed with keen curiosity, none stepping forward to defend him.
In truth, Wang Yue’s present look hardly painted him as an upstanding figure, making it tough to muster any pity.
Had he revealed his genuine nature, the situation might have shifted. At minimum, the younger ladies wouldn’t stand by while he faced harassment. Even some elder women, brimming with protective urges and wielding influence, could have intervened on his behalf.
It couldn’t be helped—the allure of this "handsome" young lad truly captivated females.
Ignoring the opinions of bystanders, Wang Yue pressed on with a solemn voice, "So what do you want?"
"Give up your space ring and all its contents, and we’ll let you live. Otherwise, you’ll never escape Tianhai," one Zhang brother demanded. Evidently, beyond settling the score, they also eyed the treasures in Wang Yue’s space ring.
Space rings weren’t uncommon for the Tianhai Zhang family, yet they weren’t standard for every member. Selling one could fetch a wealth of precious goods.
Besides, the youth had talked about trading for superior martial arts right upon entering Lingyun Pavilion, hinting at his possession of numerous high-value possessions.
Above all, this fellow seemed like a total stranger—they’d never laid eyes on him. That suggested he was either an outsider or some insignificant nobody in Tianhai, practically screaming "easy target" from his demeanor.
Failing to rob him would leave them regretting their inaction.
"I didn’t expect you to consider sparing my life," Wang Yue abruptly chuckled. Yet, given his fierce visage, the sound came off as utterly eerie. "Then I’ll spare your lives as well!"
In an instant, he lunged forward, slamming both fists directly into the Zhang brothers’ midsections.
Wang Yue employed no martial arts techniques in those strikes; they were mere basic punches.
Still, the Zhang brothers lingered only at the Di Que realm in cultivation. The disparity was immense. Even plain assaults proved impossible for them to evade or resist.
Two sharp "bangs" echoed as the duo yelped in agony, hurled back. Upon hitting the ground, they crumpled, incapable of rising.
Those deceptively straightforward blows had utterly shattered their dantians and meridians, rendering them total wastes.
This result left the Zhang brothers stunned and terrified, utterly disbelieving.
Though not the sharpest, they weren’t utter idiots. That’s why they’d chosen to block Wang Yue amid such a throng.
Under these circumstances, should he fight back, he’d weigh the Zhang family’s clout and the abundance of witnesses, holding back from harming them.
But who foresaw that someone so young would prove even more brutal and savage than his looks, unleashing such savage force before a huge audience?
Was it pure naivety fueling their boldness, or did they outright dismiss the Zhang family’s importance?
The spectators, witnessing the fallen Zhang brothers’ condition—though unclear on the damage’s extent—remained deeply rattled.
By reflex, their gazes shifted to the attacker, the youth, only to discover he’d vanished completely.
This sparked yet another surge of astonishment. While much focus had stayed on the senseless Zhang pair, they’d still kept a vague watch on the young man. How he’d slipped away undetected was downright astonishing.
Clearly, these pair of Zhang youths had provoked a serious adversary for their family this time.
As for Wang Yue, having swiftly disabled the Zhang brothers with a single strike, he surged to top velocity and melted away like a specter into the subterranean garage.
Simultaneously, he triggered the jamming feature on his communicator. This device, crafted by Yan Fangfei, once engaged, crippled all monitoring gear for miles around, keeping it offline for five minutes until reactivation.
The underground garage held sparse traffic, allowing Wang Yue to spot an empty slot effortlessly. He swiftly altered his guise and donned fresh attire and footwear.
Before the real uproar erupted, he exited via a different exit, now posing as "Wang Tiezhu".
Exiting the garage, Wang Yue stayed within the vicinity he’d jammed. Rather than fleeing far, he headed directly to a warrior’s hotel for lodging.
A warrior’s hotel caters exclusively to warriors, featuring rooms with dedicated practice spaces and superior privacy over standard inns. Opting for one ensures no concerns over information leaks.
With two fresh martial arts methods in hand, Wang Yue required a secure spot to delve into them.
Given that one involved agile footwork like the Wind God Leg, Wang Yue reserved the biggest suite on offer.
Beyond the sleeping quarters, the practice zone stretched over fifty meters in length and breadth, resembling a compact indoor arena.
Though warrior’s hotels vowed to safeguard guest privacy, Wang Yue employed Yan Fangfei’s tools to scour the room meticulously. Satisfied with no concealed surveillance, he unpacked.
Noon hadn’t arrived, and the Zhang family would need time to mobilize. Thus, Wang Yue held off on venturing out. He moved to the practice zone’s heart, assumed a lotus position, and started dissecting the pair of new martial arts.
The initial one was the Earth-grade premium Unfortunate Swordsmanship.
His cultivation had reached the late fourth stage of the Mortal Shedding Realm by now. Mastering an Earth-grade premium technique posed little challenge. Within under thirty minutes, he’d grasped the bulk of its sword forms mentally.
Next, Wang Yue rose, drew the longsword Yan Fangfei forged for him, and brandished it.