In the bustling restaurant lobby, the voices of the person behind him went unnoticed by others.
Hua Qingyan pretended not to hear and didn't want to pay attention. She just frowned and quickly followed Yang's footsteps, not wanting to cause any trouble.
But the person behind him was probably used to being domineering and arrogant, and his words were ignored, even by those he considered lowly.
He immediately became enraged and dragged his heavy body forward, reaching out his greasy, fat hand to grab the girl's slender arm.
Hua Qingyan was already on high alert and immediately turned away, preventing him from succeeding.
The obese middle-aged man, seeing that she had dodged him, immediately began to hurl insults while panting:
"You little bitch's daughter, you dare to resist? You're tired of living!"
"I'm going to teach you a lesson today."
After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go forward and arrest the person.
The commotion behind them was so loud that Ye Minghan, who was in a wheelchair, had already noticed it. He pressed the brake button on his wheelchair and stopped in place.
Those few words were like sparks that detonated a bomb; his gaze instantly sharpened like a falcon's, revealing a chilling, bone-chilling light.
He seemed shrouded in a tangible haze, sending chills down one's spine.
Yang, the adjutant who was pushing the wheelchair behind him, had his feet stuck in place, but with great insight, he turned the wheelchair around.
Although he still didn't understand the relationship between his young master and that maid, in just these ten or twenty minutes, he could feel how much Young Master Ye cared about her.
He had just turned his wheelchair around when Hua Qingyan, whom he mistook for a maid, threw herself into his young master's arms.
This scene not only startled Deputy Officer Yang, but also caused the scions of various aristocratic families who noticed the situation to widen their eyes.
They sat frozen in place as if they had been struck by a magic acupoint, their eyes all fixed on this side.
The person using chopsticks to pick up food was so shocked that they stood motionless.
Even the woman drinking the soup forgot to close her mouth, and the soup flowed from the corner of her lips down her chin and into her collar.
The once noisy lobby fell silent instantly.
No one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of being targeted by the handsome, devilish, but sinister, indifferent, and heartless young master of the Ye family.
This is a ruthless young demon king who kills without blinking an eye!
His performance of "Never Missing a Shot" at the Jiangdong Grand Hall when he was twelve years old is still deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
Keep in mind that he was only twelve years old at the time, and a boy with impaired mobility in both legs.
That day was the day when General Ye of the Jiangdong Governor's Office hosted a banquet for all the major families to gather together.
Halfway through the conversation, Han Xueman, the second daughter of Commander Han of the Northwest Eagle King Legion, suddenly led a hundred-man team, armed with guns, and stormed in.
She pressured Marshal Ye to marry her on the spot, aggressively claiming that she had taken a liking to Ye Minghan, the only disabled young master of the Ye family, and wanted to take him back to the Northwest to be her childhood sweetheart.
The moment the words "child groom" were uttered, not only were those present dumbfounded, but even Commander Ye's face turned as black as ink.
Everyone in Jiangdong knows that Commander Ye injured his manhood during a military campaign when he was young, rendering him unable to have children.
In Commander Ye's eyes, his only son, Ye Minghan, was more precious than his own eyes. He always granted this only son's every request, for fear of upsetting Young Master Ye.
Now someone actually has the audacity to try and take away his only seedling, pot and all?
This person hasn't experienced death yet, and is looking for it!
Before he could even reprimand Han Xueman for her arrogance, she pointed a gun at his forehead and threatened him:
“Uncle Ye, I’m informing you, not discussing it with you. If it weren’t for your son being so handsome, I wouldn’t even look at him, given his disability.”
Commander Ye, whose forehead was hit by a gun, was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nostrils. He was breathing heavily and staring intently at Han Xueman, who was already twenty-two years old.
At that time, Ye Shao, who had been sitting in a wheelchair without making a sound, had no expression on his face and his aura was as cold as an ice sculpture.
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a gunshot rang out, pushing the tense atmosphere to a climax.
Upon hearing the gunshot, the members of the powerful families had no time to think; they were immediately terrified and crouched down, covering their heads.
Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Han Xueman still holding a pistol, pointing it directly at Commander Ye. Their pupils contracted, their eyes filled with disbelief, and a dazzling red spider lily slowly bloomed between her brows.
Two seconds later, she collapsed onto the red carpet, dying with her eyes wide open.
Upon seeing this, her bodyguards bared their teeth and immediately drew their pistols, aiming them at Ye Minghan, who was sitting in a high position.
The young master Ye, with his gloomy eyes, remained fearless and calm as a god, gripping his pistol and firing at them repeatedly, hitting his target every time.
One after another, the corpses of the Northwest Army lay in pools of blood.
The Dark Night Legion's personal guards, who were protecting him, had already swiftly surrounded him the moment Ye Shao raised his gun to aim at Han Xueman.
This incident is known as "the day Ye Shao rose to fame".
Unharmed, Ye Shao single-handedly took down thirty-two Northwest Army soldiers in just one minute without even blinking.
Only then did people realize how terrifying he was, and his reputation as a demon spread far and wide.
But this "battle" also forged an irreconcilable enmity between Jiangdong and the Northwest, which is 2,000 kilometers away.
In the past two years, Ye Shao's marksmanship has become even more superb, reaching a level where he can aim without even looking, simply by sensing the wind.
Li Dafu, the obese middle-aged man who still coveted Hua Qingyan's youthful beauty, was clearly also reminded of the terrifying banquet two years ago.
He was terrified when he saw the girl, dressed in shabby clothes, fall into Ye Shao's arms.
He stood there trembling, beads of cold sweat forming on his fleshy face, his words trembling with fear.
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