Chapter 102: You Left Me No Choice

Under the oppressive aura of Gaoyang’s fierce temperament, the surrounding crowd hastily retreated, inadvertently exposing Wei Wuji, who remained rooted to the spot.

Gaoyang had initially been pleased to see everyone intimidated and back away, but the sudden appearance of Wei Wuji was like a splinter piercing his heart.

Turning around, Gaoyang began to scrutinize Wei Wuji closely.

He saw a face calm and unflinching in the face of his intimidation, with a large man behind him exuding a subtle but palpable fierceness.

Could this be the scion of some great family? Gaoyang wondered. Though Wei Wuji was clearly a playboy, he was no fool and would not provoke trouble recklessly.

Yet Gaoyang knew everyone in Wuan City who was more formidable than himself—and Wei Wuji was no one he recognized.

Just as Gaoyang was taken aback by the inscrutable aura surrounding Wei Wuji, his eyes inadvertently glanced downward and caught sight of the cloth in Zheng Dali’s hand.

This sight made Gaoyang’s heart burst with laughter. As a scion of a noble household, he was well-versed in luxurious fabrics.

The cloth Wei Wuji held was clearly the kind sold at roadside shops, common and cheap. No gentleman of a noble family would use such material.

Gaoyang sneered twice, preparing to take advantage of Wei Wuji. Bullying an ordinary citizen was nothing; it was far more satisfying to trample on someone who seemed exceptional.

“What are you staring at, brat?” Gaoyang pointed at Wei Wuji and shouted.

Wei Wuji, unaware of the reason for this confrontation, was caught off guard.

Yet, when addressed, he had no choice but to respond.

Stopping Zheng Dali from lashing out, Wei Wuji said, “I’m just passing by.”

Though Gaoyang was rude, Wei Wuji maintained the demeanor of a respectable young man.

Gaoyang, emboldened by Wei Wuji’s meekness, was convinced of his assumption—this guy was insignificant.

He had decided to crush this so-called “weakling” today.

“Passing by? I think you must be unhappy with me, a true gentleman. Everyone else backed off, but you dared to stay put. Could it be you fancy playing the hero and saving the beauty?” Gaoyang sneered.

Before Wei Wuji could reply, Gaoyang’s venomous tongue struck again, “Take a good look at yourself—do you think you’re worthy to compete with me for a woman?”

Wei Wuji was speechless. How had a delayed reaction turned into an accusation of trying to steal a woman from him?

“Look at that cloth you’re holding—what is that? Take it home and make a burial shroud with it,” Gaoyang laughed arrogantly.

Immediately, Wei Wuji’s face darkened. That cloth was bought for his mother’s garment, yet this scoundrel dared to slander it so casually.

Seeing Wei Wuji humiliated, Zheng Dali and the guards behind him were filled with anger. They had long despised Gaoyang’s shameless conduct.

“Master, let me teach him a lesson, no matter if he’s the grandson of a national hero or not,” Zheng Dali said furiously.

As Zheng Dali stepped forward, his fierce demeanor startled Gaoyang, causing him to instinctively step back.

Regaining his composure, Gaoyang, embarrassed at his retreat, immediately flew into a rage. “Guards! Arrest these people!”

At his command, his men surged forward.

Over a dozen of them pressed in, causing the crowd behind Wei Wuji to scatter quickly, fearful of getting caught in the fray.

Only Wei Wuji and a handful of guards—seven or eight in total—remained on the spot.

Wei Wuji laughed bitterly; he hadn’t even struck first, yet this man had already made the first move.

Outsiders would think the outcome was predetermined—outnumbered two to one, Wei Wuji and his men stood little chance.

But for the vicious guards closing in, the fight was far from easy.

Among the seven or eight men, aside from the young leader, the others exuded deadly aura—seasoned warriors hardened by countless battles.

This put the guards in a difficult position. If they fought, victory wasn’t guaranteed and even the sight of these veterans was intimidating. If they didn’t, their jobs were on the line.

“What are you waiting for? Attack!” Gaoyang shouted impatiently. He raised these men precisely to obey his commands at critical moments.

Hearing Gaoyang’s orders, the guards gritted their teeth, knowing their livelihoods depended on it, and moved in.

“Attack!” one guard shouted as he swung a fist forward.

Seeing this, Wei Wuji couldn’t help but smile wryly—truly an unexpected calamity.

“Protect Master!” Zheng Dali growled low.

Strangely, the attackers didn’t heed Zheng Dali’s words; had they paid attention to the word “Master,” they wouldn’t have dared such insolence.

Gaoyang and his men were oblivious, as were the onlookers. Only the woman inside the carriage noticed, lifting the curtain to steal a few glances at Wei Wuji.

“Don’t mind me. Just hit me as hard as you can,” Wei Wuji ordered. Since avoidance was impossible, he resolved to meet force with force.

At this moment, the two sides clashed in a fierce melee, neither yielding.

Though outnumbered, these men were accustomed to risking their lives. Zheng Dali and his guards fought with brutal intensity and heavy strikes.

Like child’s play, within minutes, Gaoyang’s guards were beaten to the ground, many unable even to stand again.

Without his guards, Gaoyang grew weak, hiding behind his retainer and pointing at Wei Wuji in stunned silence.

“You… you…”

“What about me?” Wei Wuji smiled and took a step closer.

“Don’t come near! I’m the grandson of General Gao!” Gaoyang said nervously, feeling the situation was slipping beyond his control.

“General Gao is the pillar of the nation, but who would have thought he’d have such a worthless grandson. Today, I’ll take care of him for you,” Wei Wuji said with a sinister grin.

For someone like Gaoyang, who had no filter on his words, Wei Wuji was determined to teach him a harsh lesson. Since the damage was already done, he might as well go all out.

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