Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2096 - 425: Successful Counter-Strategy 3

Wang Yue gazed at the pair of men and spoke in a grave tone, "I don’t believe I’ve done anything to wrong you."

"You haven’t wronged us personally, yet you’ve crossed Mr. Han," replied the first speaker from the upper level of Lingyun Pavilion. "Mr. Han is generous enough not to pursue it, but we, as his juniors, cannot overlook this slight."

The Zhang siblings appeared well-known around these parts, drawing plenty of eyes as they roamed. Their clash with Wang Yue swiftly gathered a throng of spectators.

From overhearing their exchange, the crowd inwardly mused that this youth was in deep trouble, having drawn the ire of these notorious troublemakers.

Even though the onlookers despised the Zhang brothers, sympathy for Wang Yue was scarce. The majority simply observed with keen curiosity, none stepping forward to defend him.

In truth, Wang Yue’s present look hardly painted him as someone worthy of pity, making it tough for others to root for him.

Had he revealed his genuine nature, the situation might have shifted. The younger ladies, at minimum, would hesitate to witness his mistreatment. Even some matrons, brimming with protective urges and holding influence, could have intervened on his behalf.

It couldn’t be helped—this "charming" lad’s vibe truly captivated the fairer sex.

Ignoring the judgments of those around, Wang Yue pressed on with a solemn voice, "What exactly are you after?"

"Surrender your space ring along with all its contents, and we’ll let you walk away alive. Refuse, and you won’t escape Tianhai," declared one of the Zhang brothers. Evidently, beyond settling scores, they eyed the treasures in Wang Yue’s possession.

For the Tianhai Zhang clan, space rings weren’t uncommon, though not every member possessed one. Selling it off could fetch a wealth of precious goods.

Besides, the youth had voiced interest in trading for high-level martial arts right upon entering Lingyun Pavilion, hinting at his load of worthwhile possessions.

Above all, this stranger’s face rang no bells for them—they’d never encountered him. This suggested he was either an outsider or a nobody in Tianhai, practically screaming "easy target" from his demeanor.

Failing to seize the chance and rob him would leave them regretting their inaction.

"To think you’d offer to let me live," Wang Yue burst into sudden laughter. Yet, given his fierce current guise, the sound came off as eerily cold. "In return, I’ll grant you both the same mercy!"

Without delay, he lunged forward, driving his fists directly into the Zhang brothers’ midsections.

Wang Yue employed no special martial techniques in those strikes; they were plain, straightforward hits.

Still, the Zhang brothers lingered merely at the Di Que realm in cultivation. The disparity was vast. Simple as the assaults were, evasion or defense proved impossible for them.

Two sharp "bangs" echoed as the duo yelped in agony, sent flying back. Upon hitting the ground, they sprawled helpless, unable to rise.

Those unassuming punches had utterly shattered their dantians and meridians, rendering them total invalids.

The Zhang brothers stared in stunned terror at this turn, refusing to accept the reality.

Though not the sharpest, they weren’t utter idiots. That’s why they’d picked a public spot to accost Wang Yue.

By doing so, should he fight back, he’d weigh the Zhang family’s clout and the swarm of witnesses, holding off from any harm.

Yet who foresaw that someone so young would prove even more brutal and savage than his looks, unleashing such savage force amid the crowd?

Was it pure naivety fueling their boldness, or did he outright dismiss the Zhang family’s standing?

The spectators, eyeing the fallen Zhang brothers, felt a jolt despite uncertainty over the wounds’ depth.

By reflex, their gazes shifted to the assailant youth, only to discover he’d vanished completely.

This sparked fresh astonishment. While much focus had stayed on the downed, senseless Zhangs, they’d kept a peripheral watch on the young man. How he’d slipped away remained a mystery, utterly astonishing.

Clearly, these impetuous Zhang youths had provoked a serious adversary for their clan this time.

As for Wang Yue, having felled the Zhang brothers in a single stroke, he surged to full velocity, melting away like a specter into the subterranean garage.

Simultaneously, he triggered the cloaking feature on his communicator. This invention from Yan Fangfei herself, once engaged, would nullify all monitoring devices across miles, keeping them offline for five minutes until reactivation.

The underground garage held sparse traffic, allowing Wang Yue to spot an open space effortlessly. He swiftly altered his look and donned fresh attire and footwear.

Before the uproar fully erupted, he exited via a different portal, now masquerading as "Wang Tiezhu".

Exiting the garage, Wang Yue lingered within the shielded vicinity rather than fleeing far. He headed directly to a warrior’s hotel for lodging.

A warrior’s hotel caters exclusively to martial practitioners. Beyond standard rooms, it provides practice zones and superior privacy over typical inns, ensuring no leaks in personal matters.

With two fresh martial arts in hand, Wang Yue sought a secure spot to delve into them deeply.

Given one technique featured agile motion like the Wind God Leg, he reserved the grandest suite on offer.

Beyond sleeping quarters, the practice space stretched over fifty meters in length and breadth, akin to a compact indoor arena.

Though warrior’s hotels vow to safeguard guest seclusion, Wang Yue employed Yan Fangfei’s gear to scour the room meticulously. Satisfied with no concealed surveillance, he made himself at home.

Noon hadn’t struck, and the Zhangs would need time to mobilize. Thus, Wang Yue held back from haste. He moved to the practice area’s heart, assumed a lotus posture, and started dissecting the pair of new martial arts.

The initial one was the Earth-grade premium Unfortunate Swordsmanship.

His cultivation had reached the late fourth stage of the Mortal Shedding Realm by now. Mastering an Earth-grade premium technique posed little challenge. Within under thirty minutes, he’d grasped the bulk of its sword forms mentally.

Next, Wang Yue rose, drew the longsword Yan Fangfei had forged for him, and brandished it.