Chapter 257: Fury

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

"Tang Beiwei, you're quite bold," a man in a black shirt said coldly, pulling out his phone. He glared at Tang Beiwei, then made a call, seemingly reporting to someone.

Dozens of students watched, their expressions ranging from pity to sympathy. Several girls openly worried for Ye Mo. While dating Tan Du's prettiest girl was exciting, the consequences would be severe. Even this handsome young man seemed aware of the danger.

"Brother Qian He, Tang Beiwei is hugging another student… yes, right below our building… Okay…" The man hung up, then sneered at Ye Mo as he slowly approached.

"Punk, you dare touch Brother Qian He's woman?" Two more men emerged from behind.

The three surrounded Ye Mo and Tang Beiwei.

"Leave Tang Beiwei alone. Break this guy's legs first," the first man ordered.

The brazen disregard for his sister as a mere possession, and the casual threat of violence, ignited Ye Mo's fury.

"Wait…" A girl from earlier intervened, shouting.

The man who made the call stopped and addressed He Qi. "Sister Qi, this is Brother Qian He's order. It's best you don't interfere, otherwise…" He Qi's face paled; she clearly knew Qian He and feared him. However, she warned Ye Mo, "I didn't know you were involved with Tang Beiwei. Leave her and apologize. Otherwise, don't blame me if something happens."

Ye Mo stared coldly at He Qi. "Move aside, or I'll beat you too." He had no respect for her.

"You…" He Qi, unable to tolerate his attitude, opened her mouth to retort but ultimately fell silent. She stepped aside, eyes filled with contempt.

Once she moved, Ye Mo addressed the man who'd made the call. "You said you were going to break my leg?"

"Indeed, but now it'll be your hand and leg. Charge!" The man lunged, aiming a fist at Ye Mo's face. The other two simultaneously attacked his legs. They were clearly experienced fighters, coordinating their assault effectively.

Before Tang Beiwei could react, Ye Mo sprang into action, his foot a blur. With a single, breathtaking kick, he sent all three men sprawling in a heap. He landed gracefully beside Tang Beiwei, completing a perfect 360-degree spin, his clothes untouched.

"So cool!" The onlookers cheered. A single kick taking down three opponents, followed by an airborne spin while carrying someone – it was awe-inspiring.

He Qi stared, dumbfounded. She realized Ye Mo had left without her even noticing, a spark igniting in her eyes. She instinctively felt he was no ordinary person.

Tang Beiwei watched the downed trio, unfazed. She knew her brother's capabilities; he was even capable of killing.

Ye Mo approached the men, repeating, "You said you were going to break my hand and leg?"

"That's right, punk! Don't get cocky just because you know a few moves. You won't survive offending Brother Qian He. You dared to mess with him and steal his woman… argh…" Ye Mo silenced him with a swift stomp on his mouth, breaking his teeth.

While he could have easily killed him, the presence of students deterred him. He settled for shattering all his teeth, leaving a bloody mess.

"Argh…" The man groaned in pain, unprepared for such brutality. But the worst was yet to come. Ye Mo systematically broke every limb, each snap echoing with sickening clarity.

The students watched in horror. His seemingly calm demeanor belied his ruthless efficiency. He not only beat Qian He's men but pulverized their limbs. These three were utterly incapacitated. They had seriously underestimated him.

The violence wasn't over. Ye Mo unceremoniously kicked the unconscious men into a nearby pond before leaving with Tang Beiwei.

Moments later, it dawned on the onlookers that the three men, left submerged, would drown. This wasn't a fight; it was attempted murder. He Qi trembled. Despite having witnessed cruelty and heard countless mafia tales, this was the first time she'd seen such brutality in a school. He was terrifying.

However, the three men didn't drown. Their associates quickly retrieved them and rushed them to the hospital. Most knew their injuries meant a life confined to a wheelchair.

"Brother…" Tang Beiwei called out worriedly.

Ye Mo waved her concerns away. "Don't worry, Beiwei. We don't mess with others, but others can't mess with us either. As long as I live, no one will touch you."

Tang Beiwei hummed, the fear and depression of the past two months finally beginning to lift.

"Tell me what happened. This is just the beginning; I won't let it go. Is my sister so easily bullied? They're blind!" Ye Mo's anger flared seeing the lingering terror in Tang Beiwei's eyes.

"This student, stop." A security guard with a baton halted them at the school gate.

Ye Mo positioned Tang Beiwei behind him, glaring at the guard. "What?"

"This student can't leave yet," the guard said, his earlier observation of Ye Mo's brutal efficiency making him hesitant to challenge him directly.

Ye Mo's eyes grew cold. He understood instantly. The guard's actions clearly demonstrated the extent of Qian He's power; they were essentially imprisoning his sister.

Before the guard could react, Ye Mo grabbed him by the throat, slapping him before kicking him into a wall, rendering him immobile. "I'm taking her, and you can't stop me."

Despite subduing the guard, the other two remaining silent, Ye Mo's anger simmered. This university felt less like an institution of learning and more like a private playground for thugs.

As they left, a high-end Range Rover sped onto the school grounds, stopping where the fight had occurred. A fierce-looking man, flanked by two burly bodyguards, emerged.

His face hardened as he demanded, "What happened?"

"A man broke Bao and the others' limbs. They're in the hospital, and he took Tang Beiwei. We were no match for him," two men reported nervously.

The two remaining guards rushed to salute the man. "Young Master He, someone took Tang Beiwei and beat our guard."

"Hmph, useless…" He cursed. "He dared to touch my woman? He wants to die."

Police sirens wailed. Four police cars arrived; a middle-aged officer rushed to the fierce man, bowing respectfully. "Young Master He, we received a report of your… incident. We arrived immediately."

He nodded. "Lao Wu, good work. Find out where that man took Tang Beiwei and let me know. You don't need to arrest him."

"Yes, Young Master He." The officer left.

Young Master He watched the departing police car, his eyes cold. "You dared to take my woman and break my men's limbs? If you leave Tan Du alive, I'll lose face."