He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

He spoke with a very calm tone, but his usually gentle face carried an air of unassailable authority.

Siyi stared blankly at the man beside her—

Having known Zheng Muyan for so many years, this was the first time she had ever felt that her senior brother could have such a strong side.

"Wow, this big lawyer certainly has a big mouth."

Siyi saw another man step forward; he was tall and handsome.

Standing beside Jiang Yan Hui, he showed no sign of obsequiousness; his slightly sharp brows also exuded an imposing aura. "Didn't we say we're all hooligans? What rules do hooligans need to follow?"

The person speaking was Leng Xiyu.

Like Yu Chengfeng, he was a close friend of Jiang Yanhui.

The relationship is naturally extraordinary.

Zheng Muyan gave a nonchalant snort, "Isn't bullying the weak your rule?"

Jiang Yanhui, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't help but let out a cold laugh when she heard Zheng Muyan's words.

He still had half a cigarette between his fingers, then flicked it with his middle finger, took a drag, and finally tossed it to the ground. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Zheng Muyan. "Don't talk about numbers; that kind of provocation won't work on me. But I'll give you a chance today. If you beat me, you can leave with your men. If you lose—"

He deliberately paused at a crucial moment, his deep, unfathomable black eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Siyi with great interest.

Suddenly, she chuckled ambiguously, "Sisi, what do you think would happen if your little boyfriend lost to me?"

Siyi's heart suddenly started beating faster.

This man must have done it on purpose!

She had already told him that he shouldn't call her that, but he actually did it... in front of so many people.

She was furious and naturally didn't have a pleasant expression, coldly saying, "I have no interest in making this kind of bet with you, it's boring!"

After saying that, she reached out and tugged at Zheng Muyan's sleeve, "Senior brother, let's go, why bother arguing with him?"

"You probably don't dare."

Jiang Yan raised her voice slightly, looking at Zheng Muyan defiantly, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Now you're going to be a coward?"

What a man can least resist is the provocation of a love rival.

Moreover, given that Zheng Muyan is a man like him, even if he didn't intend to fight someone, he couldn't just turn around and leave under such circumstances.

This represents a man's dignity, with the woman he loves standing beside him.

As a man himself, how could he not see that Jiang Yan Hui had ulterior motives towards Si Yi!

He grabbed Siyi's hand, but spoke to Jiang Yan, "I accept. But you have to keep your word. If I win, you're not allowed to harass Siyi anymore. Even if you see her on the street, you have to keep your distance."

"I only care about the conditions under which you lose."

"What do you want?"

Jiang Yan's intense gaze landed directly on Si Yi's face, and a slow smile curved her lips as she pointed a finger at Si Yi, "My condition is her."

Zheng Muyan's eyes darkened, and Siyi's heart skipped a beat at the same time.

Before either of them could speak, Jiang Yan said, word by word, "If you lose, just leave this woman with me. As for what I do with her, that's my business."

He spoke each word slowly, with little variation in his tone, but Siyi could clearly hear the confident arrogance in his voice.

Siyi really hated this feeling.

She is not a thing, and she belongs to no one.

But now, Jiang Yanhui and Zheng Muyan are using her as the stake for their one-on-one duel in front of so many people...

Although she knew that Zheng Muyan was doing it all for her sake, she just didn't like that feeling.

"Senior brother..."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Zheng Muyan wouldn't listen to a single word.

He stepped forward and took off his coat.

He was dressed very casually today, wearing only a simple gray V-neck t-shirt and black linen casual pants.

He took off his coat, revealing a muscular chest and an exceptionally handsome face. His dark eyes, which concealed wisdom and shrewdness, were framed by a pair of dark eyes, and his tightly pursed lips carried a hint of seriousness. "You can talk to me after you can beat me!"

Jiang Yan didn't hesitate and pushed away the person standing in front of him. At this moment, his handsome face was expressionless.

His eyes were utterly cold, and his thin lips parted slightly. "None of you should make a move."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward—

The two men immediately stood facing each other.

In an instant, the air seemed to drop, and a powerful aura was clashing with each other.

A calm demeanor tinged with a touch of coldness.

The other one had a deep blue, shimmering light flowing through its dark pupils.

Arrogant and unrestrained.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Muyan had already made his move.

Perhaps no one would have guessed that this usually refined and cultured lawyer, once he took off his sharp suit, was also a master of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

Siyi had never seen Zheng Muyan like this before. Every move he made exuded a ruthless energy. He didn't seem like someone who was inexperienced at all; rather, he seemed like someone who trained regularly.

However, Jiang Yan was no pushover either; everyone in the underworld knew that.

Although the elder son, Jiang Yansen, is a bit more cunning, Jiang Yanhui is the most capable fighter.

Don't be fooled by his usual carefree demeanor and nonchalant smile; when it comes to a real fight, he could easily take on ten opponents.

Jiang Yanhui's tall and upright figure exuded an aura of cold arrogance. She looked disdainfully at the fist that was swinging towards her, raised one hand and grabbed Zheng Muyan's fist, giving him a cold smile and a glance. No matter how hard Zheng Muyan tried, he could not pull his hand out of Jiang Yanhui's grasp.

Zheng Muyan refused to admit defeat, and with a quick turn, he grabbed Zheng Muyan's hand with his own.

With a sweeping leg kick, Jiang Yanhui quickly dodged to the side.

He laughed, "I didn't realize you were so skilled. But you're no match for me, so just admit defeat!"

How could Zheng Muyan admit defeat?

His eyes darkened and he rushed forward.

The people standing around clapped and cheered, all watching with great interest, but Siyi's face grew increasingly grim.

She watched helplessly as Jiang Yan landed several punches on Zheng Muyan's face, shattering several pieces of furniture nearby. In a panic, she cried out, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

But there was a lot of noise all around, and people from other private rooms came out to see what was going on.

Her faint voice had long been drowned out by the crowd.

Left with no other option, she rushed forward, but the two were so engrossed in their fight that no one noticed her, and she had no way to intervene.

"Stop fighting! Senior brother, senior brother, please stop fighting!"

"...Stop fighting!"

Just as they were shouting, a gust of wind swept over from not far away, and someone bumped into the broken glass on the ground.

It flew straight towards Siyi. She couldn't dodge it in time.

He watched helplessly as the shards of glass grazed his forehead, the pain causing his vision to go black. Instinctively, he reached out and touched thick, sticky blood.