The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 42: The True Prodigal’s Approach

This is absolute arrogance taken too far!

"Ye Qingtian, if you want to die, don’t drag us with you! You bastard!"

"You’re just a fool! Are you insane?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Yi and Dong Jiaozhi almost fainted.

If you refuse to apologize to them, fine, but to actually provoke them!

This is clearly seeking death!

"Hahaha..."

The Three Young Masters of Sha Polang laughed, looking at Ye Qingtian as if he were an idiot.

"Brothers, do you remember that kid who said the same thing to us last time?"

Sha He laughed and asked.

Po Ma replied, "Of course I remember. That kid seemed to be the son of one of the top ten richest people in Qing Province, all sorts of arrogant. But didn’t we end up breaking his legs and throwing him into the Yellow River? And what happened? His father not only didn’t dare blame us, he had to apologize!"

"Yeah, that kid! His father even paid us over a million in compensation for mental distress! Just thinking about it is thrilling!"

Lang Te agreed, his face full of excitement.

The Three Young Masters of Sha Polang are notoriously ruthless, and their father is even more infamous for his ferocity.

They act without regard for consequences, like madmen, a style that frightens countless elite families.

It’s no exaggeration to say that even the Four Great Families of Jin City try to avoid provoking them as much as possible.

After all, no one wants to offend a few fearless lunatics, unless they have the power to crush them.

"Kid, you’re quite arrogant, I appreciate it. How about this, break your own limbs and I’ll let today’s matter slide!"

Sha He laughed, as if it was a great mercy to Ye Qingtian.

Po Ma’s eyes flickered coldly: "Yes, that’s right. Kid, if we have to take action, it won’t be so simple."

Qian Yi and Dong Jiaozhi listened with excitement.

As long as Ye Qingtian breaks his own limbs, it won’t affect them.

They almost urged Ye Qingtian to do it.

"Is this the only means of the rich young masters of Jin City?"

Ye Qingtian’s eyes flickered, disdain evident in his voice.

The people around were dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at Ye Qingtian.

What is he trying to do?

Does he still want to provoke the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang?

Recklessly angering them again?

Seeking death?

Sha He became interested, sneering coldly: "Kid, in all these years in Jin City, I haven’t seen anyone more arrogant than us! I’d like to hear what real means of a young master entail?"

A cold smile crossed Ye Qingtian’s lips: "A real young master doesn’t waste words, he steps directly on people!"

"Oh?"

Sha He was about to reply, but saw two beams of cold light flash in Ye Qingtian’s eyes, a murderous intent enveloping him like a storm.

His body and consciousness froze, an extremely terrifying feeling.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingtian swung his foot suddenly, and with a crack, Sha He’s knee was struck, his body lost balance, and he fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingtian stepped on Sha He’s head, grinding it forcefully.

Shoe prints were imprinted on Sha He’s face, as embarrassing as could be.

"Argh..."

Sha He let out a pig-like scream, echoing in the cafe.

"Now that’s the means of a young master!"

Ye Qingtian’s faint voice sounded.

At this moment, the previously noisy environment fell into silence, everyone was completely stunned like statues.

Ye Qingtian actually stepped on Sha He, trampling him underfoot.

This is Young Master Sha, one of the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang!

Who in Jin City would dare say even a harsh word to him?

Ye Qingtian not only confronted him head-on but also stepped on him.

"Ye Qingtian, are you crazy! Do you know what you’re doing?"

"Let go of Young Master Sha! You’re finished! Not even Daluo Immortals can save you!"

Dong Jiaozhi and Qian Yi shouted angrily.

All the people around looked at Ye Qingtian with sympathy.

Offending the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang typically results in lost limbs.

But stepping on them is a dead-end road.

Zhao Yiran’s beautiful eyes flickered, her heart extremely tense.

Is he truly confident, or just blinded by hot-bloodedness?

Po Ma and Lang Te were utterly shocked, looking at Ye Qingtian in disbelief: "Kid, do you know what you’re doing? You actually..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Before they could finish, their knees were struck, both falling to the ground.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

Shoe prints appeared on their faces just the same.

"I just taught you the means of a young master!"

Ye Qingtian lit a cigarette, stepping on Po Ma’s face.

Shock!

Extreme shock!

There was actually someone who stepped on the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang.

Literally stepped on them!

If this news spreads, Jin City would be in an uproar.

It’s not just kicking over the Lord Tai Sui’s temple, it’s defiling it.

All the young masters of elite families in Jin City, including Qin Lingtian, things they couldn’t do, someone dared to?

"Kill him for me! Don’t let him live!"

Sha He shouted angrily, eyes bulging.

The several followers of the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang aren’t ordinary, each ruthless.

Retired soldiers, ex-convicts.

How could they compare with these students like Chou Pengyu?

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

But five or six experts encountered an invisible force, their knees damaged, collapsing right in front of Ye Qingtian.

They seemed bound, completely unable to move.

"Is this all you got? Didn’t I tell you to find tougher ones or more people? Sigh!"

Ye Qingtian shook his head helplessly.

Picking on the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang and still so casual?

Everyone present was stunned, their pupils involuntarily contracting.

Ye Qingtian took a deep drag on his cigarette, sneering coldly: "Isn’t the next step to call out your fathers?"

"You...argh..."

Sha He was about to speak, but Ye Qingtian stepped on his mouth.

"Don’t interrupt when I’m speaking! No need for them to come, I’ll go stomp those three old guys myself!"

Ye Qingtian said calmly.

"Puff!"

Everyone present widened their eyes in shock, almost popping out.

Each face was filled with disbelief...

Not only did he trample on the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang, he even boasted about dealing with the three Sha Polang themselves?

He’s mad!

Absolutely mad!

Trampling on the Three Young Masters of Sha Polang, and still not thinking it’s big enough?

Going to find the Sha Polang themselves?

This is utterly going to one’s death!

"How could you be roommates with such a madman!"

Qian Yi and Dong Jiaozhi nearly lost their minds, regretting knowing Ye Qingtian.

Zhang Chenyi and his two friends looked at Ye Qingtian in shock, "Boss, you’re strong, but two fists can’t beat four hands. Besides, they’re from Sha Polang!"

Zhao Yiran shook her head in disappointment, her eyes dimmed.

Originally thought you were someone with courage and wisdom, but unexpectedly it’s just youthful recklessness, driven by a hot head.

In the end, you’ll only destroy yourself.

Zhao Yiran silently deleted the prepared text message, deciding not to bother with the matter.

"You guys go back! Leave this to me!"

Ye Qingtian instructed.

But this time, Zhang Chenyi and others didn’t believe in Ye Qingtian anymore.

They wanted to say something, but were dragged away by Qian Yi, Dong Jiaozhi and others.

"Get up, take me to see your old men!"

Ye Qingtian kicked Sha He a few times.

Sha He and the others struggled to get up, looking at Ye Qingtian with a cold sneer: "Fine! Kid, there’s a way to heaven you don’t take, but no door to hell you choose to break into! We’ll fulfill your wish!"

"Bang!"

Ye Qingtian kicked Sha He flying: "Why so much nonsense!"

Jin City Never Night Club, the largest entertainment club in the East District.

This is the territory of the Three Sha Polang.

Inside a King Hall private room, it was bustling and lively.