Can't stop daydreaming! Nevertheless, Mr. Lei had been eyeing those sixty skewers of lamb meat all along and immediately urged the big guy to bring them over. The big guy, used to being treated badly by Mr. Lei, dared not refuse. While Chen Yuting admired the lace trim on her dress, a smooth, flirtatious voice called out to her, "Oh! Beautiful one! There you are!" Mr. Lei, with his broad, round backside sitting right beside Chen Yuting, emitted a rather unpleasant odor that she immediately covered her nose with. Yet, Mr. Lei offered her a skewer of lamb meat, saying, "Delicious! Delicious!" Chen Yuting looked visibly annoyed, glancing at the scar on Mr. Lei's face and noticing his group of hangers-on—clearly not someone to be trusted. She promptly stepped back. But Mr. Lei pressed forward, his eyes lingering seductively on Chen Yuting's full breasts, and in a sultry tone said, "I absolutely adore full-figured women—plump busts and broad hips. Even better, when they're just like that, it's absolutely thrilling! Haha! As long as you follow me, I'll make Gilded and adorned! How about it? Will you come with me? "Phooey!" Chen Yuting spat fiercely, pointing directly at Lei Yi, her eyes blazing with determination, her face set with dignity. "Not a chance!" "By heaven! You don't know how to appreciate it! Well, well, I'll show you!" Lei Yi, seeing Chen Yuting ignore his courtesy, immediately lost his patience. At that moment, under Lei Yi's signal, the other thugs moved in like an iron wall, surrounding her. Chen Yuting wanted to make a break, but where could she go? "What do you want?" she quickly covered her chest with both hands to prevent any exposure, while keeping her feet firmly together. Yet, under Lei Yi's direction, the thugs began to extend their clumsy hands—salty pork hands—tugging at her clothes. "What are you doing?!" Chen Yuting exclaimed, laughing. "Haha! That's it! Brothers, everyone gets a turn! But I'll go first—you take care of the crowd while I'm doing this!" At the moment, the other brothers brightened up—what a treat! Everyone gets a share! When Lei came charging, Chen Yuting had no escape. Some hooligans had already blocked off every path in front of, behind, and beside her. "No! No! You all—youse scoundrels! you lechers! so base, so dishonorable!" Chen Yuting cried out in desperation. Yet Lei and his hooligan crew, with their lusty grace, replied, "I'm the scoundrel! the lecher! the base, the dishonorable! What's the matter with that? How can you possibly make us do anything different?" And then, without hesitation, they reached out to fondle Chen Yuting's full chest. Immediately, Chen Yuting clutched her chest tightly with both hands. Onlookers nearby saw the scene unfold and, without a single one stepping forward to uphold justice, simply stood there, motionless—mere spectators. As Lei was about to fulfill his lust and Chen Yuting reached her breaking point, a voice rang out from above: "Don't touch my woman!"—like a thunderclap in the clear sky! The thunder god's fingers grew numb from the force of the roar, and the group of young thugs were no less stunned—such a powerful sound had nearly deafened them. Soon, a handsome, confident young man appeared before their eyes. In Chen Yuting's mind, she murmured, "Husband!" and instantly, the words "Wife! Don't be afraid! I'm here!" flashed into her consciousness. This simple inner dialogue brought her great comfort. With Guo Liang's arrival, she found herself braver, no longer afraid. Seeing that the young man was unimpressive, the thunder god bellowed at him, "Hmph! You're just getting in the way! Otherwise, watch out—I'll knock you out cold!" Guo Liang, on the other hand, pretended to be tipsy, bowing to the thunder god and saying, "Today, I'm completely drunk!" And with that, he swayed slightly. Chen Yuting watched, her heart growing anxious. How had her husband suddenly turned so drunk? At this moment, Lord Lei couldn't care less about Gao Liang—he merely gave a glance to the two henchmen beside him, and immediately they encircled Gao Liang with their strong arms, easily kidnapping him. Thick jute ropes were wound around Gao Liang one after another. Having completed Lord Lei's instructions, the two henchmen wanted to boast and seek rewards, so they promptly pushed the bound Gao Liang in front of Lord Lei. But suddenly, the rope snapped with a crisp snap. "What's going on? You two—do you even know how to tie a rope? Remember! Hurry! Tie him up again!" Lord Lei barked out, and the henchmen immediately panicked, retieing Gao Liang tightly in all directions. Chen Yuting felt deeply conflicted—what should she do? Her husband had been taken again. Ahhh! Yet, it was no coincidence. Just as they had tied him up, the rope snapped once more. At that moment, Lord Lei directly shouted at the two henchmen, "Get out of my way! You're making a complete fool of yourselves! Look at me!" The two thugs hurriedly stepped back, while Lai Yi firmly clutched High Bright's forearm with his large, strong hands. High Bright beamed with a smile and said, "Is there still wine? I want wine! I want wine!" He looked completely drunk. Lai Yi looked down his nose, thinking it was time to show off his strength. So he raised his dark, solid fist and slammed it hard into High Bright's head. But High Bright tilted his head and shifted his body slightly, and with a solid thud, Lai Yi's iron fist struck the side. "Ow! Oh my goodness!" cried out a sharp cry as Lai Yi's fist hit the noses and faces of the two thugs, who now lay dazed and bruised, wailing in pain. "Well deserved!" Chen Yuting clapped her hands in approval. Yet Lai Yi himself went wild. Goodness, it seemed this seemingly drunk young man had more than just a few tricks up his sleeve—without showing off, he simply wouldn't do. Thus, Master Lei displayed the move he often showcased on the martial arts stage—dancing his three-section staff with a rushing wind. The staff, measuring two meters in length, could reach attacks at a considerable distance, leaving Gao Liang no time to react, even if he had wanted to evade. "Thwack!" The staff struck the cement floor beneath Gao Liang's feet, creating a noticeable dent, sending dust spiraling into the air, while the nearby henchmen quickly rubbed their eyes. In Gao Liang's eyes, Master Lei's mediocre martial skills were nothing more than passing clouds. Gao Liang leaped up and down, dodging and weaving with agility. His luminous eyes and sharp reflexes proved invaluable—what appeared as a series of powerful attacks from Lei were, to Gao Liang, merely slides on a PowerPoint presentation. As a result, no matter how fiercely Lei attacked, Gao Liang managed to skillfully evade each one. After a flurry of efforts, Lei failed to touch Gao Liang with a single hair. Instead, Gao Liang landed a side kick that struck Lei's waist, sending him howling in pain. Leyi has always looked down on others—until now, when he's finally encountered someone truly formidable. Yet Leyi is also a man who values his dignity; how could he stand there, humiliated by a group of his underlings, especially with so many onlookers applauding as they saw him fall? If he can't overcome this drunk youth, then he must target the youth's weak point.