159: Who ordered you to do this?

The bald man glared fiercely at Chen Li: "That's right! She's my girlfriend! You've got some nerve, kid."

Chen Li blinked innocently: "We went to the KunShe Hotel back then. How did you know about that? You couldn't have mistaken me for someone else, right?"

The bald man roared without hesitation: "Nonsense! I saw you two enter the KunShe Hotel last night with my own eyes. How could that be fake?"

Chen Li immediately smiled, his expression laced with mockery: "Big Brother, you must have the wrong person."

"First, I don't know anyone named 'Aihua'—that was a name I made up randomly. Second, there is no Hotel called 'KunShe' in our GaoCheng County at all. Could it be that you... dreamed you were cheated on?"

"Pfft—"

"Hahaha..."

Uncontrollable snickers immediately erupted from the crowd. Several boys quickly covered their mouths, but their shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Everyone could see now that this bald guy was clearly looking for trouble, but unfortunately, he wasn't very bright and was led into Chen Li's trap within a few sentences.

Liu Nansheng and Yu Lulu, standing behind, were doubled over with laughter. Yu Lulu was wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes as she giggled.

Their bell-like laughter sounded particularly clear on the suddenly quiet beach. Chen Li was a genius.

The bald man's face instantly turned liver-purple. He clenched his fists in fury and shame.

"Kid, you're looking for death."

The bald man threw a punch. Tonight, he absolutely had to cripple this kid for daring to mock him.

A cold light flashed in Chen Li's eyes, and he struck suddenly before anyone could react!

He swiftly seized the bald man's swinging wrist, pressed down with the momentum, and simultaneously swept his right leg like an iron whip toward the opponent's knee pit.

*Crack—!*

Accompanied by the crisp sound of dislocation, the bald man screamed miserably and involuntarily dropped to a half-kneel, sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

This all happened in a flash. It wasn't until the bald man knelt that the thugs behind him woke up from their daze, roaring and swarming forward.

"You're asking for death!"

Chen Li advanced instead of retreating, his figure weaving through the crowd like a swimming dragon.

His left fist accurately struck the nose bridge of the first attacker, Huang Mao, who immediately collapsed;

Immediately, a swift roundhouse kick sent the burly man attacking from the side flying. The man rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

The third thug raised a Steel Pipe and brought it down over his head. Chen Li dodged sideways, simultaneously grabbing the opponent's wrist and executing a clean over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him heavily onto the ground.

This was followed by several rapid elbow strikes and knee bumps. Every move was accompanied by the dull thud of bones colliding and mournful wails.

In less than three minutes, eight thugs were sprawled across the ground. Some were screaming while clutching dislocated arms,

some were groaning while holding broken ribs, and others were rolling around clutching twisted calves.

All that remained around the beach were the sound of waves and continuous wails of agony.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden reversal, and the scene fell into dead silence.

Zhong Lili had originally positioned herself to charge forward, intending to stage a drama of 'sacrificing herself to save the tycoon.'

But everything happening before her eyes made her freeze in place, her slightly parted lips forgotten.

This was completely different from the script she had prepared—not only did Chen Li not need protection, but in the blink of an eye, he took down the entire group of ferocious thugs.

The fierce skill and composed demeanor were completely different from the wealthy boy she had in mind.

She stared blankly at Chen Li's tall, straight back, which, in her eyes, was filled with an indescribable charm.

A corner deep in her heart seemed to have been gently touched, and an unprecedented feeling of love spread through her chest.

At this moment, this heartfelt admiration was far more genuine and intense than any scenario she had rehearsed.

Meanwhile, Chen Shimei's entire face was contorted, his complexion terrifyingly pale.

He stared intently at Chen Li, fire practically spitting from his eyes.

What the hell was this? Not only was Chen Li rich, but he was also incredibly skilled at fighting?

The thugs he hired for fifteen thousand were all taken care of by the opponent in just a few moves.

What frustrated him the most was that this was completely opposite to his plan.

He originally wanted to see Chen Li kneeling and begging for mercy, completely losing face in front of everyone.

And the result? Now, Chen Li had become a hero in everyone's eyes. The girls were looking at him with literal stars in their eyes!

"Why..." He squeezed these words out from between his teeth, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

The more Chen Li showed off, the more Chen Shimei gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Why did this kid get to have all the good things? Money, women, and now he was hogging all the limelight.

Watching Chen Li stand there, receiving the worshipping gazes of the crowd, Chen Shimei felt a surge of wicked rage rush to his head.

He now wished he could rush up and tear Chen Li to shreds himself, but the remaining shred of sanity told him that if professional thugs couldn't beat him, going up there would only result in humiliation.

This feeling of powerlessness made him even angrier; he could only mentally slice Chen Li into ten thousand pieces.

Yu Lulu was completely mesmerized, her beautiful eyes shining as she gazed unblinkingly at Chen Li's figure.

This was the scene she had envisioned countless times in her dreams since childhood—her beloved didn't need to ride on Colorful Auspicious Clouds,

but he absolutely had to be like Chen Li right now: able to strike bravely in times of danger and defeat all opponents in the most direct way.

Watching him take down those fierce-looking hoodlums one by one, her heart pounded ridiculously fast—thump-thump, thump-thump—loud enough for her to hear it herself.

The boys she had seen in school before either just talked big or backed off when trouble arose. She had never met anyone as interesting and capable of fighting as Chen Li.

She instinctively raised her hand to lightly press her chest, trying to calm her all-too-obvious heartbeat, yet her gaze refused to move even an inch from Chen Li.

She had never felt this way before—it was nervous, excited, and carried an inexplicable flutter.

[Yu Lulu]

[Affection Level: +36]

Zhong Hao, Liu Zhao, and the others were even more dumbfounded.

Only now did they understand why Chen Li dared to take everyone to that dark beach, and they finally understood why Liu Nansheng had remained so calm.

It turned out that their brother's fighting skills were truly incredible.

Liu Nansheng stood nearby, a faint smile on her lips and her eyes filled with pride.

She had long witnessed Chen Li's skills, and watching her beloved display his might now made her feel sweeter than honey.

The sea breeze gently swept past, fluttering Chen Li's clothes.

He stood amidst the sprawled thugs, his expression still calm.

Chen Li stepped up to the bald man slumped on the ground, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up: "Speak. Who instructed you?"

Chen Shimei, not far away, immediately felt his hair stand on end, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat: This bald guy absolutely must adhere to the Rules of the Jianghu; don't expose me...