The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 19:

“A Tiger List master?” Zhao Muxin exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise. Although she didn’t understand martial arts deeply, as Zhao Zhongyi’s daughter, she was privy to things that most ordinary people couldn’t access.

The existence of the Tiger List was largely unknown to the public because it included only the top martial artists. It was said that the top-ranked fighter on the Tiger List could leap across rooftops and use a single leaf as a deadly weapon.

To think her father had offended someone willing to pay such a hefty sum to hire a Tiger List expert—it was both shocking and frightening.

Zhao Muxin instinctively looked at Qin Fei and asked, “Do you think you can handle it?”

“I’m not sure,” Qin Fei replied honestly. “I’ll only know after we start fighting.” His body had not fully recovered, and he wasn’t certain of his current strength.

Zhao Zhongyi, who also knew about the Tiger List, frowned slightly. Those on the list were martial artists of the highest caliber, possessing near-superhuman abilities. He turned to Zhao Muxin and said, “Muxin, go to the study. There’s a secret room behind the bookshelf that leads directly to the garage. If things go south, drive away immediately.”

“No, Dad. I’m not leaving. I believe in Qin Fei. He can protect both you and me,” Zhao Muxin said firmly, her resolve unwavering.

“You’re being ridiculous!” Zhao Zhongyi snapped. His daughter was his only child. If anything happened to her, the Zhao family line would end.

“Uncle, maybe we should all leave for now? Tiger List fighters are incredibly powerful,” Long Zaitian suggested, for once sounding hesitant. Even his usually inflated self-confidence faltered in the face of such a formidable opponent.

“No,” Zhao Zhongyi said firmly. “If I back down now, how can I face the world later?” He straightened his back and shouted to the middle-aged man nearby, “Old Tang, take Miss to safety!”

Old Tang, the amiable driver from earlier, quickly stepped forward and said, “Miss, let me take you to a safe place.”

“No! If we die, we die together,” Zhao Muxin cried, her eyes red as she clung to her father’s arm. “Mom died early, and you never remarried—I know it was all for me. Now that the family is in trouble, it’s my turn to repay you. If we live, we live together. If we die, we die together!”

“Ha! Such touching father-daughter affection!”

Before Zhao Muxin could finish her words, a figure stepped into the villa. Two guards who had been standing watch outside were now lying on the ground, clutching their throats—silenced in an instant.

Everyone’s attention turned to the newcomer. He wore a black long coat, and his hair cascaded over his shoulders, giving him a vintage, almost otherworldly appearance. Most striking were his thick, white eyebrows, which exuded a sense of intimidation.

The room’s atmosphere grew tense as his presence filled the space.

“Allow me to introduce myself—Chen Baimei,” the man said, bowing slightly with a pretentious air. However, his eyes lingered on Zhao Muxin, flashing with interest.

Zhao Zhongyi, despite being shaken, quickly regained his composure. He spoke in a steady tone, “Mr. Chen, I don’t know how much they’ve paid you, but I’m willing to double it if you spare my family.”

“Zhao, isn’t it? Do you think I need money?” Chen Baimei laughed. “I kill because I enjoy it. Frankly, I wouldn’t have bothered coming if your enemies hadn’t told me about your beautiful daughter.”

Chen Baimei walked a few steps forward and casually sat on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.

Long Zaitian frowned and said, “Senior, my father is Long Feihu. Could I trouble you to give him some face and let my uncle’s family go?”

“Long Feihu? Never heard of him. Besides, what does your father have to do with me? In the martial world, strength is all that matters. If you can defeat me, I’ll even call you ‘Dad,’” Chen Baimei replied nonchalantly. He patted the sofa’s armrest, and with a loud “BOOM,” the sturdy wood crumbled into splinters.

Long Zaitian’s face flushed with embarrassment. The difference in strength was glaringly obvious. Yet, retreating now would mean losing Zhao Muxin forever. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Alright! Since you’ve said so, allow me to challenge you, Senior!”

“Oh? You know martial arts? I hope it’s not just some flashy moves. Come on, hit me—hard! If you don’t, it’ll be disrespectful,” Chen Baimei said mockingly, tapping his cheek provocatively.

“Take this!” Long Zaitian shouted, throwing a punch with all his might at Chen Baimei’s face.

BANG!

The punch landed squarely, but Chen Baimei remained unshaken, his face showing no sign of damage. Instead, he grinned. “Is that all you’ve got? Try again.”

Enraged, Long Zaitian struck three more times, each punch carrying his full strength. Yet Chen Baimei didn’t flinch, standing like an immovable mountain.

“Pathetic. If this is your best, it says a lot about your father. Get out of my way—you’re just a nuisance,” Chen Baimei sneered.

He casually pushed Long Zaitian, sending him flying over ten meters before he landed hard on the ground. Pale and shaken, Long Zaitian couldn’t stand back up.

Chen Baimei had mastered the Iron Body Technique and the supreme skill of “Primal Energy Harmony.” Ordinary weapons were useless against him.

Laughing, he turned to Zhao Zhongyi and said, “Zhao, I’m still single. How about giving me your daughter’s hand in marriage? If you agree, I’ll spare your life.”

“Mr. Chen, you may be skilled, but do you think I, Zhao Zhongyi, would sell my daughter for my own survival?” Zhao Zhongyi retorted, gritting his teeth as he gestured subtly for the driver to take Zhao Muxin away.

Chen Baimei noticed the small movements and chuckled. “Run? Where could she possibly go? As long as she’s on this planet, I’ll find her. Besides,” he added, his gaze darkening, “she’s still untouched—just the way I like it.”

He brushed past Zhao Zhongyi and reached out to touch Zhao Muxin’s face.

Zhao Muxin’s heart pounded with fear, her palms slick with sweat. Yet, she fixed her eyes on Qin Fei and declared, “You won’t lay a hand on me. I trust him to protect me!”

“Who? Him?” Chen Baimei glanced around, feigning confusion.

From the moment Chen Baimei entered, Qin Fei had remained seated, observing quietly. He wasn’t sure of Chen Baimei’s exact strength and didn’t want to act recklessly. But after observing for a while, Qin Fei concluded that Chen Baimei wasn’t as formidable as he appeared—at least, not to him.

With a calm smile, Qin Fei stood up and approached Chen Baimei. “Mr. Chen, how about this? Let’s tell each other a joke.”

“A joke? What kind of joke?” Chen Baimei, intrigued by Qin Fei’s calm demeanor, raised an eyebrow. Despite the limp in Qin Fei’s walk, his steady gaze betrayed no fear.