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Chapter 169: Chapter 164 Wang Qian’s Conspiracy

Ye Tian looked up, a flash of brilliant purple passing through his eyes, which made the scenery before him become transparent. He quickly located Wang Qian.

One hundred meters away, within the operating room of a towering crane reaching into the clouds, sat a man dressed to the nines. He wore heavy makeup and looked utterly flamboyant.

Moreover, Ye Tian could clearly see that this flamboyant man was holding a microphone connected to the loudspeaker below the crane.

There was no need to ask. This was the man who had spoken, the same Wang Qian mentioned by Wang Ke’er.

What shocked Ye Tian the most was that, looking along the mechanical arm of the crane, there was clearly a young girl tied to the dangling steel cable at the end—it was none other than Wang Bingbing, clad in a fiery red leather jacket and pants.

At this moment, Wang Bingbing’s situation couldn’t be more dangerous. The crane’s arm was as high as a twenty-story building; if she were to fall from that height, she would undoubtedly smash to pieces.

Wang Bingbing, hanging high in the sky, seemed to have seen Ye Tian and the others a while ago. Now she was constantly shaking her body, her emotions anything but ordinary.

Wang Qian, sitting in the control room of the crane, lightly pressed a button. The steel cable immediately started moving, hoisting Wang Bingbing up from the heights until she was right in front of him.

After tearing off the yellow tape from Wang Bingbing’s mouth, Wang Qian’s mouth curled into a lewd, mocking sneer. He clicked his tongue and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, my lovely little cousin, you are truly beautiful. It’s so hard for your cousin to restrain himself from claiming you, haha!"

Finally able to speak, Wang Bingbing cursed furiously, "Wang Qian, you beast, I’ll settle the score with you sooner or later."

"Aiyo, my dear cousin, what a temper you have! Tsk, tsk, tsk, I just love this fiery spirit of yours," said Wang Qian, his gaze lecherous as he ogled Wang Bingbing’s chest. He licked his lips and said,

"Once I’ve dealt with Ye Tian, we’ll have fun tonight. Oh right, Ke’er also came to save you. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’ve always liked you sisters. Now that we’re all here, after I take care of Ye Tian, I’ll be sure to take good care of you, hahaha."

"Wang Qian, you beast! If you dare touch a hair on Ke’er, I’ll kill you!" Wang Bingbing was furious beyond words.

"Aiyo, Bingbing is angry again. You look so fierce when you’re mad. But I like it, hahaha," Wang Qian laughed in a strange tone.

Wang Bingbing slammed her head into Wang Qian’s nose and collapsed near the microphone, shouting, "Ye Tian, I’m here, come save me!"

Wang Qian’s nose felt sour from the impact, and he frowned, taking the microphone away as he sneered, "Dream on. Ye Tian is as good as dead."

"You have no idea what it means to provoke Ye Tian," Wang Bingbing said meaningfully.

She knew better than anyone in Jiangcheng just how terrifying Ye Tian’s power was—he was the top of the Tian list, a near-mythical figure in the dark world.

"Consequences? Heh, don’t be delusional. I know that Ye Tian can fight, even Furious King Kong is no match for him, but no matter how tough he is, he can’t withstand dozens of tons of weight, heh heh,"

As he spoke, a malicious glint twinkled in Wang Qian’s eyes, "This time, I’ll show you how Ye Tian dies, hahaha."

"What dozens of tons of weight? Be clear with your words."

Wang Bingbing was somewhat confused and suddenly had an ominous premonition. She knew that Wang Qian was extremely cunning. He couldn’t take on Ye Tian in a fair fight, but if he resorted to dirty tricks, then Ye Tian was indeed in danger.

"I’ll tell you the truth. I’ve prepared a 60-ton iron ball. As soon as Ye Tian shows up, the ball will crush him into a meat pancake, hahaha!" Wang Qian laughed triumphantly.

"You’re despicable!" Wang Bingbing was both anxious and panicked.

As the Ice Snow Queen of Jiangcheng, she had seen her share of big scenes. With her haughty and stubborn personality, she usually remained unruffled by any situation, no matter how serious.

But this time, upon hearing about the 60-ton iron ball prepared by Wang Qian to crush Ye Tian into a meat pancake, Wang Bingbing was truly panicked.

Then Wang Qian took out the tape again, sealed Wang Bingbing’s mouth, checked the ropes binding her hands and feet to ensure they were secure, and placed her at his feet.

Wang Bingbing, like a pitiful little cat, squatted in the cramped operating room of the crane. Through the dirty plexiglass, she could clearly see Ye Tian and her sister Ke’er hurrying over, accompanied by another man.

Wang Qian sneered and picked up the microphone, his voice haunting as he said, "Ye Tian, listen up, I’m right here waiting for you. If you have the guts, come at me, hahaha!"

The sound echoed from the loudspeaker, reverberating above the entire mechanical factory and filling the ears of Ye Tian and his companions.

Wang Ke’er pinpointed the source of the sound and pointed at the distant crane, "They’re over there!"

"Hmm, I see it. Let’s head over now," Ye Tian said calmly.

"My gosh, that guy must be a baddie, right?" Bao Lun spotted Wang Qian and also noticed Wang Bingbing being tied up by him, instantly feeling sympathetic, "That girl must be the one you’re trying to save, right? She looks so pitiful. No, I must rescue her."

"My name is Bao, striding through Yin and Yang, fists reigning in all directions. I am unmatched under heaven, numero uno, loved by all, making flowers bloom wherever I go. The rigorous and honorable task of saving people should be entrusted to me. I’ll surely bring that villain to justice," Bao Lun boasted grandly, blowing his own trumpet.

Just then, a wave of footsteps approached, and from behind the grease-stained factory, seventy to eighty thugs burst out. They all wore specialized Sanda uniforms with professional fighting shoes on their feet, and protectors on their ankles, knees, chests, and heads. In their hands, they held short sticks meant for close-range combat.

The aura of these people was nothing ordinary; they weren’t comparable to the riffraff at the entrance. It was clear they were professional Sanda athletes, every one of them with a gaze sharp as a blade, emanating a fierce ferocity.

"Looks like we’ve even got professional Sanda fighters. It’s getting more and more interesting," Ye Tian said with a cold, mocking laugh.

Seeing the formidable line-up of the opponent, Bao Lun was eager to try, but even he felt a bit worried considering their overwhelming numbers.

Wang Ke’er’s brows furrowed in concern, knowing that a massive brawl was about to erupt. She tied her hair into a tidy ponytail and then squatted down to secure her gear, making sure it wouldn’t cause any trouble in the midst of the fight.

Then, the loudspeaker blared once again, still in Wang Qian’s effeminate tone, "This is just the appetizer I’ve prepared for you all. Hahaha, Ye Tian, you think you’re such a good fighter, huh? Ready to die? Hahaha!"

Following his arrogant laughter, Wang Qian’s voice turned cold, "Attack, beat them to death!" he bellowed.

Upon hearing Boss Wang’s command, the Sanda athletes sprang into action. Each of them, agile as leopards, rapidly advanced, pouncing directly at their targets.

Ye Tian chuckled dismissively, "Just a little trick, heh."

With that said, he dashed forward with healthy strides, reaching the frontmost man in a flash. With a simple quick punch, the man didn’t even see it coming before he was knocked down by Ye Tian, fainting instantly, his protective gear proving utterly useless.

Ye Tian stood firm, rooted to the spot like an ancient pine. The fully armed enemies surged towards him like a tide, their short sticks swarming at him, but Ye Tian didn’t dodge at all.

His fists blurred into a whirling image of destruction, his punches forceful. Wherever his shadow passed, whether short sticks or fists, they were all blasted away, with no one able to get close to him.

Elsewhere, Wang Ke’er fought while retreating, engaging in guerilla tactics to slowly whittle down the enemy. After all, there were just too many of them, and if she were to be surrounded, she would be knocked down right away.

Bao Lun was also strong, defeating seven or eight men after a tough fight. Still using his usual moves, his techniques were mainly straight and side kicks—a standard taekwondo style, simple and efficient without any delay.

Looking down at the scene below from the crane’s control room, Wang Qian couldn’t help but frown. All sixty to seventy of these Sanda athletes were from a physical training school he had hired, and they were the elites of the sport, some even being provincial and city-level athletes.

Yet, such a group of Sanda masters was at a disadvantage, and they were being beaten so badly by their opponents that it greatly angered the volatile and sneaky Wang Qian.

"What a load of crap from a physical training school—all rubbish!" Wang Qian cursed loudly, already considering how to punish the person who had recommended these fighters from the training school.

Inside the control room, Wang Bingbing’s laughter could be heard, and though her mouth was gagged, her muffled laughs were still discernible to Wang Qian, carrying a tone both ironic and mocking.

"Don’t get too excited now. The best is yet to come. Even if they get past this, they won’t overcome the next. They’re going to die sooner or later, just let that Ye Tian be happy for a little while longer," Wang Qian said ominously.

Back on the ground, injured men wearing protective gear littered the floor. Ye Tian and his companions stopped fighting, having dealt with these small fries, and headed deeper into the factory.

During the melee, Bao Lun’s face had taken some hits, leaving a scratch from a piece of metal.

Thanks to Ye Tian’s help, Wang Ke’er hadn’t suffered much. However, looking at the injured men on the ground, she felt lingering fear, inwardly relieved that Ye Tian had intervened or she surely would have been seriously hurt.

The trio made their way deeper into the factory, getting closer and closer to the crane where Wang Bingbing was held.

After the recent battle, Bao Lun couldn’t help but see Ye Tian in a new light. He hadn’t expected this unremarkable-looking man to be so skilled. Just for this, Bao Lun felt a lot of goodwill towards Ye Tian.

"Big brother, your kung fu is really something, absolutely impeccable," he praised.

Ever the joker, Bao Lun continued his praises before switching gears, "But, no offense bro, as good as your skills are, they’re still just a bit short compared to mine. Still, it’s impressive for a young man to have such abilities. Keep training, and you’re sure to reach even greater heights," he ventured.

"Uhh..." Ye Tian was somewhat at a loss for words.

Thinking to himself that Master Bao was really something else, suggesting that his martial skills were inferior to his own. Well, all he could do was chuckle at that.

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