Chapter 123: Master, is that you?

"Fu Hanbi? ...Hmm, that really is quite a silly name!" Xue Tian’ai burst into laughter immediately. "When your father named you, didn't he bother to read it out loud first?"

The three women, who had been somewhat tense, couldn't help but smile at Xue Tian’ai’s remark. Although they hadn't known him for long, they were well aware of his talent for sharp-tongued insults.

Fu Hanbi’s face darkened instantly. He detested it when people mocked his name, and for Xue Tian’ai to ridicule him so blatantly in front of three beautiful women was a slap in the face.

Behind him, his brawny bodyguard tensed up, his aggressive intent becoming palpable.

However, Fu Hanbi suppressed his rage, reaching out to stop the hulking man behind him. He narrowed his eyes and spoke to Xue Tian’ai in a condescending, pedagogical tone: "My friend, don’t you know it’s extremely impolite to make fun of someone’s name?"

At that moment, Fu Hanbi felt quite pleased with himself. He felt gentlemanly, composed, and well-mannered. Since he hadn't exploded in anger despite such rude teasing, he assumed the three beauties must be looking at him with newfound admiration. With this thought, his shifty eyes darted back to the elegant figures of the three women.

Little did he know, his "composed" display only deepened their disgust.

"Ah, my apologies, my apologies," Xue Tian’ai said, sitting up straight and feigning sincerity. "After all, you didn't introduce yourself properly! I only caught the gist of it earlier."

The three women were stunned to hear him apologize; they wondered what he was up to now.

"Then let me introduce myself properly..." Fu Hanbi cleared his throat and continued, "I am Fu Hanbi. 'Han' as in cold, 'Bi' as in gold coin. I am from the Fu family..."

"Hahahaha..." Before he could finish, Xue Tian’ai interrupted him with another burst of laughter. "What is it, then? Isn't that still a silly name? I thought I must have misheard it because my ears were playing tricks on me!"

"..." No matter how much Fu Hanbi tried to maintain his gentlemanly facade, his face tightened with genuine fury.

Before he could retort, Xue Tian’ai’s laughter ceased abruptly, and his tone dropped a few octaves. "Comrade Silly-Name, you’re done introducing yourself, right? Now, get lost. You haven't been welcome here from the very beginning!"

"F*ck you! You’re the first person to ever tell me to get lost!" Get lost? Impossible. Fu Hanbi had made up his mind—he was not going to let these three top-tier beauties go. Even if he had to use force, he was determined to get all three. Otherwise, how could he ever show his face in Beiyang City again? As he spoke, he clapped his hands.

At his signal, the massive, thick-necked bodyguard stepped forward. He clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing sharply as he loomed over Xue Tian’ai and the women with an intimidating, mocking air.

In his eyes, Xue Tian’ai was as good as dead, and the three women were destined to be playthings in Young Master Fu’s bed tonight. Provoking the young master in Beiyang City was nothing but a death wish.

"Boy, I’ll give you one last chance! Apologize, leave these three women behind, and get out! My friend here used to fight in underground illegal boxing matches. Don't blame me if something happens to you!" Fu Hanbi said viciously, his tone dripping with disdain.

Xue Tian’ai frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. This Fu Hanbi was truly nauseating and shameless.

The three women at the table also looked grim, their expressions darkening. They hadn't expected to encounter such a repulsive and annoying person in such a high-end establishment.

"And what if I say no?" Xue Tian’ai stood up, positioning himself in front of the women as he stared down Fu Hanbi.

Truth be told, Xue Tian’ai never wanted to stir up trouble. After returning to China, he just wanted a quiet, happy, and relaxed life. But it seemed one blind fool after another insisted on provoking him. While he didn't seek trouble, he certainly wasn't afraid of it.

A sudden urge welled up inside him: should he resume his identity as the "Sky Wolf" of the Wolf Pack and sweep through Beiyang City to clear out the trash? First there was Lu Buyu, the son of that Boss Lu, and now this Fu Hanbi, the son of Boss Fu. Who knew how many other "Chicken Bosses," "Ox Bosses," or "Horse Bosses" were out there? If they kept coming one after another, it would be endless.

"If you dare say no to the Young Master, then go to hell!" The bodyguard swung his sandbag-sized fist directly at Xue Tian’ai’s head.

The women’s faces paled. "Careful..."

A triumphant smile played on Fu Hanbi’s lips. He could already see Xue Tian’ai lying on the floor, bleeding. His trump card wasn't just his father’s status as an underworld boss, but this bodyguard, whom he had bought at a high price from a major illegal boxing ring. He had seen this man crack skulls with a single punch more than once.

But in the next second, Fu Hanbi’s eyes widened in shock, and his bodyguard let out a bewildered sound: "How..."

The bodyguard’s fist had stopped exactly one centimeter from Xue Tian’ai’s face—it couldn't move an inch further!

Qin Mengxue and Gan Bingning had witnessed Xue Tian’ai’s skills before and were relatively calm, their anxiety vanishing. But Su Jiaqi was completely dumbfounded. *How on earth did he do that?*

Xue Tian’ai was holding a pair of chopsticks, firmly clamping the bodyguard’s arm. He looked at the shocked man with a wicked, charming smile. "Sneak attacks aren't a very nice thing to do, you know~"

"What are you doing! Hit him! It’s just a pair of chopsticks!" Fu Hanbi screamed in panic. This was nothing like what he had envisioned!

Cold sweat beaded on the bodyguard’s forehead. He *wanted* to hit him, but his arm was completely immobilized. The chopsticks clamped onto his arm with such force that he couldn't move at all.

Fear began to take hold of him. To be able to stop his punch with nothing but chopsticks—what kind of power was that? They had definitely kicked a steel plate this time! This man was not to be trifled with; he certainly couldn't beat him alone.

Just then, a commotion broke out among the onlookers. A loud, resonant voice cut through the crowd: "Let me see who’s causing trouble. You dare stir up chaos on my turf at Lishui Longxuan? Have you been living too comfortably lately?"

A young man walked out from the depths of the hotel, wearing a white chef’s uniform and holding a large ladle. What drew everyone's attention wasn't his attire, but the small ponytail tied with a rubber band at the back of his head and the large, gold-rimmed glasses he wore. He strode toward them with an imposing aura.

Though dressed as a chef, no one dared to underestimate him. This man was not simple; he was Cheng Qiankun, the head chef and true owner of Lishui Longxuan in Beiyang City. It was rumored that Lishui Longxuan was backed by a very influential figure, and even the most powerful underworld bosses and prominent elites had to show him respect.

"Is it you? Fu Hanbi? You’ve really gotten cocky, haven't you! Was the lesson I gave you last time not enough, or have you just been living too easily lately?" The man locked eyes with Fu Hanbi and immediately launched into a scathing dressing-down, showing him no mercy.

"Ah, Brother Cheng! My apologies, my apologies! I didn't mean to offend..." Even though Cheng Qiankun was just a hotel owner who doubled as a chef, Fu Hanbi knew he was not someone to mess with. So, even though Cheng Qiankun had also called him "Fu Hanbi," he had to swallow his pride.

"Apologies my foot. This is the—" Cheng Qiankun, exuding a natural pressure, cast a disdainful glance at Fu Hanbi before turning his gaze toward Xue Tian’ai. He froze. The expression on his face turned to stone.

Xue Tian’ai had long since released the chopsticks and stepped back. He looked at the man with the ponytail and gold-rimmed glasses with curiosity. Judging by everyone’s reaction, this fellow seemed like a heavyweight.

Qin Mengxue was also stunned... why did this man’s style... look so familiar? She remembered that when Xue Tian’ai cooked, he had the exact same look!

"Master... is it really you?" Cheng Qiankun’s face was filled with uncontrollable excitement, his voice trembling and incoherent as he stared at Xue Tian’ai.