Urban Supreme Evil Young Master

When Yunting and Li Shengtao arrived at the Ovis Bar, they found Wang Zhetao sitting in one of the booths, looking extremely disheveled and covered in blood, like a beaten dog—utterly wretched.

Not only Wang Zhetao, but the scantily clad woman from before now sat beside him dejectedly. Her once sleek black hair was in a mess like a bird's nest, her tall nose now sunken, and her cheeks somewhat swollen, filled with a look of resentment in her eyes.

Seeing Wang Zhetao in this state, Yunting was momentarily stunned, then quickly approached Wang Zhetao with an apologetic expression and said, "Young Master Wang, what happened? How did you get injured so badly?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhetao didn't even glance at Yunting, merely snorting coldly without speaking, his eyes showing deep dissatisfaction.

Witnessing the scene, Yunting's heart skipped a beat. He was aware of the Wang Family's power in the south; if they wished, any business they tossed to him could yield massive profits. It was imperative to curry favor with Young Master Wang this time.

With this in mind, Yunting spoke up, "Young Master Wang, I'm truly sorry for the incident on my turf in Lin'an. I failed to take care of things. Please, forgive me, and I promise I'll give you a satisfactory explanation!"

Saying this, Yunting shouted toward the bar's entrance, "Get in here!"

At his shout, over twenty men wielding machetes surged inside, each carrying a fierce expression, looking terrifying.

In LA City, an international metropolis, the public façade of good security hid constant undercurrents, resulting in continuous underground tussles.

Now, seeing the twenty-plus machete-bearing men, a sliver of confidence returned to Wang Zhetao's eyes as he sneered at Yunting, "Yunting, I heard Lin'an is your turf. Being humiliated here today, you must give me a reasonable answer!"

With that statement, Yunting's expression shifted, realizing that Eldest Young Master Wang was truly enraged.

"Yunting, if you can't handle this matter, consider our cooperation off the table!" With his confidence bolstered by the machete-wielding men, Wang Zhetao's tone regained its previous arrogance.

"Don't worry, Young Master Wang. I'll give you a satisfactory outcome right now!"

As soon as Yunting finished speaking, he stood up and shouted loudly, "Smash it!"

"Let's see who dares make a move!"

At the moment Yunting gave his order, Lu Yu's voice rang out. He slowly emerged from behind the bar, looked at Yunting, and said, "So you're Yunting?"

With that, Yunting's gaze flickered over Lu Yu, momentarily surprised, then a slight smile appeared.

He never expected to find Lu Yu, whom Li Shengtao wanted him to deal with, here!

Yunting felt he was truly fortunate today. Clearly, the person who had beaten Wang Zhetao was also Lu Yu!

This time, by handling just one matter, he could fulfill the requests of two people—completing Li Shengtao's task while pleasing Wang Zhetao. It was a win-win situation.

For him, it was extremely profitable!

With that thought, Yunting smirked coldly and said, "Yes, I'm Yunting. Did you beat up Young Master Wang?"

"Yes, it was me!"

Seeing Yunting's inquiry, Lu Yu smiled slightly and replied, then glanced at Li Shengtao behind Yunting, saying, "It seems, even if this hadn't happened, you would've come looking for trouble with me?"

Li Shengtao was undoubtedly no saint; he had previously associated with Yunting, and last time, Lu Yu had publicly struck him with a water cup. Clearly, even if Lu Yu hadn't targeted Wang Zhetao, he would've sent Yunting to trouble him this time.

Hearing Lu Yu's words, Yunting scoffed, "Indeed, you're quite clever, but you provoked the wrong people and did the wrong things. Now someone has paid for your life, so you can't blame me!"

Lu Yu laughed upon hearing this, looking at Yunting calmly, saying, "You know, a lot of people have said that to me, but unfortunately, none have ever succeeded!"

"That's because you haven't met me."

Yunting laughed coldly, then his expression turned fierce as he shouted, "Brothers, it's this brat! Cut him down first, then smash this bar!"

At his order, the over twenty machete-wielding men roared collectively and charged at Lu Yu!

Seeing this, Lu Yu smiled slightly, appearing quite composed.

One man versus twenty armed thugs might be difficult for an ordinary person, but for him, it was quite simple.

Facing the oncoming group of machete-wielding men, a smile flitted across Lu Yu's face. His body sprung forward as his palms swiftly pushed out, slamming into the chest of the foremost man!

Bang!

At the moment Lu Yu's palms struck the man's chest, the man was hit as if by lightning, his chest instantly caving in, and his body crumpling like a heap of mud at Lu Yu's feet.

This move shocked everyone present. Such a simple strike had toppled an armed thug, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

To collapse a man's chest with a single blow—how much force would that take?

Now, Lu Yu smiled faintly, picked up the machete that had fallen to the ground, and spoke, "Not killing him was mercy on my part. If you're wise, leave now; otherwise, when I act for real, you'll regret it, but it will be too late!"

"You fucking idiot, you think we're scared? Brothers, chop this brat to pieces! Whatever happens, I'll take responsibility!"

Yunting roared furiously, pointing at Lu Yu and bellowing loudly.

With that, more than twenty men brandishing gleaming machetes charged at Lu Yu furiously!