Chapter 75 The Immediate Superior!

“Heh, Ye Tian?”
“I know him—Ye Tian, that clown who stirred up some trouble in the Central Capital and then never dared show his face again!”
“We’re old acquaintances, you know!”
Lin Yue sneered, yet a flicker of hatred flashed in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and drew out a Vermilion Bird Token.
“You all recognize this, don’t you?”
“The Vermilion Bird Token!”
The whole family gasped in shock upon seeing the token in his hand.
It was the insignia of the most powerful southern organization—the Vermilion Bird Group!
Any business or family that joined the Vermilion Bird Group would receive its protection and support!
No wonder Lin Yue, who was merely backed by a first-rate family, dared to be so arrogant and domineering.
Who would have thought that the insignificant Lin family would win the right to join the Vermilion Bird Group!
“With this Vermilion Bird Token, there’s not a single family in the Central Capital I wouldn’t dare provoke. Even the so-called Three Great Clans must treat me with the utmost respect!”
Lin Yue clutched the heavy token with pride.
Ye Tian, who had once insulted him as a worthless cur, would never return if he dared show up again!
Li Shanhe felt utterly hopeless.
His Li family, though not blessed with martial talent, was still a renowned clan in the Central Capital, their formidable business acumen enough to inspire apprehension.
Yet when faced with a titan like the Vermilion Bird Group, the Lis didn’t even have the right to resist.
If the group wished, a single command could crush even the most illustrious families like ants.
What’s more, after everything Yun Huijuan had done to sabotage matters, Ye Tian had likely lost all faith in their family and would never come to their aid.
The Li family was surely doomed…
“I don’t believe it!”
Yun Huijuan roared in indignation.
“Your Lin family could never possess a Vermilion Bird Token!”
As the matriarch, she too recognized the token, but refused to believe the Lins were qualified.
The Vermilion Bird Group was no band of saints, but they abided by their own rules—how could they resort to violence and even kidnapping at the slightest provocation?
“You’re just bluffing, trying to scare us!”
“And look at you, so weak and sickly, yet you still dream of using my daughter to cure yourself? Be careful you don’t end up killing yourself instead!”
“Courting death, are you?”
Struck to the core, Lin Yue’s eyes turned vicious. He strode forward and kicked Mrs. Li in the face, sending her sprawling.

The reason he needed a “bridal cure” was because he had been frail and sickly since childhood. A fortune teller once said that only by finding a girl of his own age, whose birth signs clashed with his, and sleeping with her on his zodiac year birthday, could he dispel his ill fate.
Only then could his weak, withered body be restored!
He had always been mocked for his frailty—by the girls at the foot massage parlor, the hostesses in the bars—
All of them jeered at his feebleness and lack of strength!
Even restaurant servers would snicker at how he must have grown up hungry.
Damn them all!
Gritting his teeth, Lin Yue kicked Yun Huijuan again and again.
“Lin Yue, how dare you hit my mother! Are you even a man?” Li Muqing, eyes brimming with tears, rushed to intervene, but Lin Yue flung her aside.
“Heh.”
“You’ll see soon enough whether I’m a man.”
He grinned at Li Muqing. “Sister, as soon as I sleep with you tonight, my body will recover, and I’ll reclaim my manhood!”
“After that, I’ll play with you every day, and you’ll have no choice but to call me a man—won’t that be nice?”
He cackled maniacally, then turned to Yun Huijuan.
“Auntie, didn’t you say Ye Tian could kill me? I’ll call him here right now, and then, right in front of them, I’ll ride that woman he loves so much!”
“Let’s see how he manages to kill me then!”
With that, Lin Yue snatched Li Muqing’s phone from her hand, found the contact labeled “Ye Tian,” and dialed the number.
“Hello, Ye Tian?”
“You’re Lin Yue?”
A deep male voice came through the speaker, barely containing a seething rage.
“Oho, angry, are we?” Lin Yue laughed, wild with excitement.
“Master Ye, do you remember, six years ago at Tianhe Flavors, when you pushed me down the stairs?”
“Mm, I remember,” Ye Tian replied coldly.
“You were that tasteless mutt harassing the waitresses at my family’s restaurant.”
“Ye Tian, you’re courting death!”
Stung by Ye Tian’s words, shame surged over Lin Yue like a tide. His eyes reddened, and he flung the phone onto the couch in fury. “So what if I played with a waitress? What’s it to you?”
“Women are for playing with—don’t act like some righteous hero!”
“Listen up, Ye Tian! I’m at the Li residence right now, toying with the woman you love. If you’ve got what it takes, come over! I guarantee you won’t want to miss this wonderful show!”
“I’m on my way.”

Just as Lin Yue was shouting, a thunderous crash echoed from the living room.
A young man appeared, one hand in his pocket, the other lowering a phone.
“I’m here. Where’s that show you mentioned?” Ye Tian’s gaze was icy and fathomless, betraying no emotion.
“So you really showed up!”
Seeing Ye Tian’s imposing presence, Lin Yue laughed instead of growing angry and whistled.
Immediately, dozens of martial arts masters surged forward, surrounding Ye Tian.
“Ye Tian!”
Li Muqing wiped her tears and rushed to stand, but Lin Yue seized her by the jaw and forced her back onto the sofa.
“No rush—once I’ve had my fun, you two can reunite!”
“Tie him up, break his limbs, but don’t kill him! I still have a special show for Master Ye to watch!”
Lin Yue laughed with insane delight.
But soon, his laughter died.
Ye Tian walked through the encircling crowd with ease, stopping right in front of Lin Yue.
The martial artists, moments earlier poised to strike, now stood frozen in place, their eyes vacant.
“These are our Vermilion Bird Group’s deathsworn. Why are they here?”
A crisp, clear voice came from the doorway.
A girl in red, her features delicate, entered carrying a small wooden block.
“Our group’s deathsworn are conditioned through hypnosis—they can be controlled by the sound of this wooden fish,” she said, walking with Ye Tian to stand before Lin Yue.
Watching the graceful approach of this young woman, Lin Yue’s mind went blank.
Wasn’t this Zhu Yun’er, a senior figure of the Phoenix Division? Why had this powerhouse suddenly appeared at the Li residence?!
After all, Miss Yun’er was the director of the Yang City branch—the direct superior of the Lin family patriarch!
Lin Yue’s thoughts raced, then elation dawned on his face.
“Could it be that Miss Yun’er is here to promote me?”
“Miss Yun’er, what a rare honor! What are your orders?” he said at once, beaming as he stepped forward.