C3 Eightarmed Yama

"It's really frustrating to compare people. Look at Wenfeng and then look at you. How can someone the same age be so outstanding? You're not even as good as a stray dog at the neighborhood entrance. At least when I feed a dog, it wags its tail and smiles at me. And you? What can you do besides mooch off Xinying?" Wang Ying glared angrily, pulling Bi Wenfeng along as they turned and entered the building.

Xinying's face fell, and she sighed softly with a hint of displeasure. Seeing this, Ye Fann gently pulled her into his arms and said softly, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

With that, the two of them followed inside.

The Huang family was quite prominent in the city, but Xinying's branch was more distant. The head of her family, Shihao, was notoriously unreliable, and his son was always getting into trouble. As a result, their status within the family had diminished, and even their living conditions were much worse than those of the main family.

The hallway of the apartment building was damp and chilly, with the stench of garbage wafting from the corners. Bi Wenfeng wrinkled his nose slightly and raised a hand to cover it.

Wang Ying smiled ingratiatingly, "You've been abroad so long, you're not used to this anymore, huh? Our Xinying wasn't as lucky as you. She had a tough childhood, and we thought she'd marry well and have a good life. But who knew she'd end up with such a loser?"

Bi Wenfeng smirked and glanced back at Ye Fann with a challenging look. "Don't worry, Auntie. I'm here to rescue Xinying from her troubles. Some people should know when to step aside."

Ye Fann snorted, meeting Bi Wenfeng's challenge head-on. To him, Bi Wenfeng was nothing more than a petty clown, not worth his concern. If it weren't for the events three years ago forcing him to hide his true abilities, someone like Bi Wenfeng would never have dared to challenge him. Fortunately, that day was drawing near.

With this thought, Ye Fann ignored Bi Wenfeng, took Xinying's hand, and led the way inside.

Wang Ying noticed Bi Wenfeng's face darkening and quickly reassured him, "He's just a useless nobody, Wenfeng. Don't pay him any mind. Xinying will be yours sooner or later."

Bi Wenfeng's expression eased slightly at her words.

As the group entered, Shihao was setting the table with food. He looked up timidly and offered a small smile. Wang Ying dismissively pushed him aside and took the seat at the head of the table, eagerly pulling Bi Wenfeng to sit next to her. "Wenfeng, come try my cooking."

Everyone paused at her words, and Ye Fann couldn't help but smirk internally. His mother-in-law's ability to twist the truth was growing by the day. It was clearly his father-in-law who had done all the hard work, yet she claimed all the credit with just a few words.

Unable to stand it any longer, Ye Fann walked up to Shihao and said, "Dad, let me help you."

"Ah, good!" Shihao replied, patting Ye Fann's shoulder with a hint of tears in his eyes. Perhaps it was because they shared similar fates that their relationship at home was quite good.

Meanwhile, Xinying was forced by Wang Ying to sit next to Bi Wenfeng. As soon as she sat down, Bi Wenfeng's hands started wandering. He touched Xinying's hand and said, "Look at how rough your hands have become. You can't be living well with that loser. I work at Golden Cauldron Group now. If you stay with me, you'll live the good life and never have to suffer again."

Xinying frowned, struggling to refuse, but Wang Ying interrupted her.

"Are you talking about Golden Cauldron Group, the top company in Lin City that people can't get into even if they pay?"

Bi Wenfeng nodded proudly. "That's right. I came back to the country for this job. Working at a company like Golden Cauldron is an honor. If Xinying marries me, I can find a way to get her in too."

Wang Ying's eyes sparkled as she eagerly looked at Xinying.

Without a second thought, Xinying refused, "I'm happy with my current job, but thanks for the offer."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Wang Ying shouted angrily, raising her hand to strike Xinying.

Ye Fann had just come out of the kitchen and saw the scene. He quickly stepped forward to stop Wang Ying's hand and then turned to Bi Wenfeng, saying coldly, "Get your filthy hands off her."

Ye Fann's expression was stern, and he exuded an intimidating, icy aura. Bi Wenfeng felt a chill down his spine, a bit taken aback by Ye Fann's demeanor. Trying to cover his unease, he touched his nose and forced a smile, looking up at Ye Fann. "I won't let go. What are you gonna do about it?"

At this moment, Wang Ying slammed the table, stood up with her hands on her hips, and walked in front of Bi Wenfeng, glaring at Ye Fann. "How dare you! Wenfeng is my guest, and if you try anything in front of me, believe me, I'll throw you out today!"

Feeling backed up, Bi Wenfeng relaxed a bit, smirked, and said sarcastically, "Don't worry, Auntie. He's just a nobody; he can't do anything to me." With that, he pushed past Wang Ying to face Ye Fann directly.

The height difference between the two was noticeable, and in terms of presence, Bi Wenfeng couldn't compare to Ye Fann.

As Bi Wenfeng got closer, he increasingly felt the unusual aura surrounding Ye Fann, causing his heart to race and his hands to tremble. Suddenly, Ye Fann placed a hand on Bi Wenfeng's shoulder, and it felt like a jolt of electricity surged through his body, leaving him weak and nearly fainting.

At that moment, he truly regretted his decision, cold sweat trickling down his temples. Wouldn't it have been better to stay safely behind Wang Ying? Why did he have to come out and show off?

Ye Fann glanced at him and raised his hand slightly. Bi Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly shouted, "What do you want? Let me tell you, my dad is the infamous 'Eight-Armed King,' Bi Dadan. He's currently defending the country at the border. If you dare lay a hand on me, he won't let you off when he returns!"

"Your dad is the 'Eight-Armed King'?" Ye Fann's expression changed, and a fierce anger surged in his eyes. Memories from three years ago flooded back to him all at once.

The 'Eight-Armed King,' huh!

Ye Fann's face shifted between emotions, sometimes smiling, sometimes angry, as if possessed by a spirit. Bi Wenfeng swallowed hard and turned to run.

"Who said you could leave?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Ye Fann was beside Bi Wenfeng, gripping his neck tightly, forcing him to retreat until he was backed against the wall, with nowhere left to go.

"Is your dad really the 'Eight-Armed King'?"

Bi Wenfeng was already scared out of his wits. At this moment, Ye Fann seemed to him like a grim reaper from the underworld, here to claim his soul. If it weren't for Xinying being present, he would have already dropped to his knees, begging for mercy.

Staring at Ye Fann in terror, Bi Wenfeng forced a flattering smile and said, "Yeah, yeah, my dad really is the 'Eight-Armed King.' He'll be back soon. Let me off today, and I'll have my dad find you a nice position in his unit. How about that?"

Ye Fann's lips curled into a faint smile, which slowly widened.

Bi Wenfeng felt a glimmer of hope. Surely no one could resist the lure of power. But the next moment, his hope was dashed.

Ye Fann said coldly, "Let's settle both old and new scores together!"