Chapter 20: Beitian's Overlord
Wu Yifan sucked in a sharp breath. Dodging that speeding Mercedes with Ye Xiwen in tow? Even for him, that would've been a stretch.
*"1 enhancement point remaining. Enhance agility?"* Xue'er's voice, smooth as silk, echoed in his mind.
" Yes!"
*"Enhancing agility ×2, duration 1 hour. Confirm?"*
"Confirm!"
*"Enhancement successful. Agility ×2, duration 1/1. 1 point consumed. 0 points remaining."*
A wave of lightness washed over him, as if gravity had loosened its grip. Wasting his last point stung, but survival came first. He grabbed Ye Xiwen by the waist—her body stiff with shock—and darted sideways. The Mercedes screeched past, its fender grazing his arm. A sharp pain flared, but he barely registered it.
Behind them, Qian Baoqing collapsed, his pants darkening with fear-induced urine. "No… please…" he whimpered, arms flailing.
The Mercedes skidded to a halt inches from his trembling form.
The driver's door swung open, and a stocky young man in a floral tank top and baggy shorts stepped out. At first glance, he looked like a slacker—until his eyes scanned the crowd, hard and cold, silencing the murmurs. This was Song Mingjie, Beitian's reigning bully.
"Qian," Song drawled, kicking a pebble toward the cowering man. "Didn't know you wet your pants at the sight of a car. Pathetic. Maybe I should rename your club 'Pee Coast' instead of 'Dongfang Coast.'"
Laughter erupted, but it was nervous, forced. No one mocked Song Mingjie to his face—not unless they wanted broken bones.
Qian scrambled up, his face purple. "S-Song Shao! It's a misunderstanding—"
"Save it." Song waved him off, then turned to Wu, his gaze narrowing. "So you're Wu Yifan. The guy who's been stirring up trouble." He grinned, a flash of teeth. "Heard you're ballsy enough to hit on Ye Xiwen. Respect."
Wu's jaw tightened. This guy reeked of entitlement—rich, spoiled, used to getting his way. "And you are?"
Song barked a laugh. "Damn. You don't even know me? Bold move."
"I've been out of the game a few years," Wu said, lighting a cigarette, his tone casual as if discussing the weather. "Guess the world forgot what a real player looks like. When the tiger's away, the monkeys rule the mountain, huh?"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
*No one talks to Song Mingjie like that.*
He was Beitian's untouchable—run-ins with the law vanished, debts got "forgiven," and even gangsters deferred to him. His family owned half the docks; his word was law in these parts.
Song's smile faded. "You got a death wish, pretty boy?"
"Just calling it like I see it." Wu exhaled a smoke ring, letting it drift toward Song. "Your goons have been sniffing around Infinity. Tell them to back off. Or I'll make them."
Ye touched his arm, her fingers urgent. *Don't.* But Wu shook her off.
Song stepped closer, chest puffed. "You wanna fight? Name the time, place, number. I'll bring my boys. You bring… whatever you've got. Winner takes all."
"Tomorrow, 3 PM. I'll be alone." Wu's voice was cold. "No gangs, no games. Just you and me."
Song's eyes widened. Then he laughed—loud, harsh, disbelieving. "You're serious? You vs. me? You'll get your ass kicked."
"Wanna bet?" Wu tilted his chin, defiance in every line of his body. "If I lose, do what you want with me. If I win? Qian here"—he nodded at the still-panicked man—"goes for a swim. In the ocean. With weights."
Song's grin returned, sharp as a blade. "Deal. I like your style, Wu Yifan. Bold. Stupid… but bold." He clapped Wu's shoulder, hard enough to bruise. "I'll send a car for you. Don't chicken out."
With that, he sauntered into Heavenly Realm, his goons trailing like shadows.
The crowd dispersed, murmuring. Qian slunk away, his tail between his legs.
Ye turned to Wu, her face pale. "Are you insane? That's Song Mingjie! His dad runs the docks—he's got cops in his pocket, gangsters on speed dial. You can't fight him."
Wu shrugged, rubbing his arm where the car had grazed him. "I don't have a choice. He's not gonna stop until he gets what he wants."
"And what if you lose?"
"Then I lose." He met her eyes, calm. "But I won't."
Ye opened her mouth to argue, but a voice cut through the tension.
"Everyone's here! Please, come in—drinks are on me!"
Zhang Hualei stood in the doorway, his white suit blinding under the lights, a perfect smile plastered on his face. He'd clearly missed the drama, or was pretending to.
"Ye! Wu! I was starting to worry you'd bail." He clapped his hands. "Let's get this party started."
Wu followed Ye inside, his mind racing. No enhancement points left. A fight with Beitian's biggest bully looming. And somewhere, a Mercedes driver who'd tried to run him down.
This day just kept getting better.
But as he glanced at Ye—her jaw set, her eyes sharp—he felt a flicker of resolve.
He wasn't just fighting for himself.
He was fighting for the girl who'd saved his pride in *Warcraft*. For the boss who paid him to slack off. For the quiet life he'd taken for granted.
Song Mingjie thought he was untouchable.
Good.
Wu Yifan loved proving people wrong.
The night was young.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow, Beitian would learn what happens when you push a "security guard" too far.