C144 You Actually Bullied My Wife'?

The moment the words were spoken, the room erupted into chaos!

What in the world was happening?

Hee Jiahua had been bested by Zhang Chen?

That seemed impossible.

Yet, despite his clenched fists, Hee Jiahua remained silent.

Was he conceding the point?

Suddenly, everyone was in disbelief!

Even Han Qiqi's gaze was filled with astonishment.

Could it be true that Zhang Chen had outmatched a 9th dan Taekwondo expert like him?

Hee Jiahua inhaled sharply, fury blazing in his eyes, ready to explode.

But he stood rooted to the spot, uncertain of his next move.

Zhang Chen couldn't help but smirk.

This deadlock was working out in his favor.

Glancing at the clock, it read twenty-seven minutes.

Zhao Kuo, frantic, urged, "Jiahua, go on! Just knock him off the stage!"

After all, if Zhang Chen remained up there when the time came...

That would mean 50 million...

With teeth gritted, Hee Jiahua's voice cut through the tension, "Kid, brace yourself!"

Zhao Kuo, standing behind Hee Jiahua, felt helpless. They just needed to get Zhang Chen off the stage, that shouldn't be too hard, right?

Without hesitation, Hee Jiahua charged at Zhang Chen!

Zhang Chen, well-rested by now, nimbly sidestepped the punch and, without a second's delay, swung his hand down in a slap!

The crisp sound echoed in everyone's ears.

They were dumbfounded.

A slap?

Hee Jiahua, shaking with rage, spun around with a kick.

Zhang Chen evaded once more.

And landed another slap on Hee Jiahua!

Excitement danced in Zhang Chen's eyes.

He was well-versed in taking Hee Jiahua down a peg.

Hee Jiahua was beside himself with anger!

Zhao Kuo was at a loss, his eyes wide with bewilderment.

He could never have imagined Zhang Chen making a mockery of Hee Jiahua like this.

Hee Jiahua's roars of fury continued, yet they were quickly punctuated by the sound of Zhang Chen's slaps.

After several exchanges, Hee Jiahua's face was swollen and red.

Zhang Chen's hands had started to go numb as well.

He looked up to see the timer on the screen had stopped at thirty minutes.

He had made all his money, and he was done playing.

Hee Jiahua looked up, his roar filled with madness, "Show yourself if you're so capable!"

Zhang Chen flashed a grin. "Alright."

No sooner had he spoken than he subtly shifted to a spot at the edge of the stage.

Hee Jiahua's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Now was his chance!

He charged at Zhang Chen without a second thought.

Zhang Chen just smiled.

As Hee Jiahua barreled towards him, Zhang Chen swiftly bent down.

He stretched out his leg, neatly tripping Hee Jiahua.

Hee Jiahua's balance was gone in a flash!

He tumbled off the stage, unable to stop his fall.

Mouths agape, the crowd watched in disbelief.

With a thud, Hee Jiahua hit the ground hard below the stage.

"Young Master Hee!"

Two bodyguards rushed to his aid.

But the audience was silent as a grave.

Then...

All eyes snapped back to Zhang Chen.

He mockingly mimicked a kick.

His skills were laughably bad.

Clapping his hands, he stood and asked with a chuckle, "Young Master Zhao, I won, didn't I?"

Zhao Kuo stood there, stunned.

It took a while, but Han Qiqi finally snapped out of her shock. She stood up and cheered, "Incredible!"

Her cry snapped everyone out of their stupor.

Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

Zhao Kuo's face was a mask of dark clouds.

But what could be done now? He was at a loss for words.

Anger surged within him as he spat out coldly, "You've won."

He turned on his heel, heading for the second floor.

Zhang Chen's grin widened as he taunted, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Zhao Kuo stopped in his tracks.

All eyes turned to the screen showing thirty-three minutes had passed.

Han Qiqi couldn't contain her excitement, "Fifty million!"

The chant spread like wildfire through the crowd, "Fifty million!"

Zhao Kuo shook with rage.

Finally, he gestured dismissively.

A woman approached, handing him a chequebook.

Zhao Kuo, shaking with anger, wrote out a cheque for fifty million yuan.

The cheque fluttered to the floor, a costly reminder of his defeat.

Zhang Chen flashed a wide grin and eagerly scooped up the check, beaming from ear to ear.

He had just snagged fifty million!

Soon, amidst the admiring stares of the crowd, he made his way back to Han Qiqi.

With a smug expression, Han Qiqi subtly closed the distance between them.

Zhang Chen handed her the check to inspect. Once she confirmed everything was in order, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I never expected you to be this impressive!" Han Qiqi exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe.

Zhang Chen just grinned in response.

With a cheerful smile, Han Qiqi suggested, "Hand me the check. I'll transfer the funds straight into your bank account."

Zhang Chen's eyebrows lifted playfully as he replied, "Sounds good to me."

Relieved, Zhang Chen passed the check to Han Qiqi.

The ordeal had nearly drained him of all his energy.

Scanning the hall, Zhang Chen noted that Hee Jiahua was nowhere to be seen; he must have been whisked away to the hospital by now.

The stage was, after all, over a meter high...

Zhao Kuo stormed off in a huff.

It took a while before someone finally stepped forward to declare the dance over.

The Zhao family had utterly lost face this time.

Once they left the hotel, Han Qiqi dropped Zhang Chen off at the Hongtai Hotel.

After she departed, Zhang Chen settled back into his office. The hotel was bustling with tasks, and he plunged into work.

Before he knew it, noon had arrived.

His phone rang—it was Wang Yunan.

As Zhang Chen answered, Wang Yunan's sweet voice came through: "Big brother, the negotiations are complete. I'm just waiting to sign the contract now."

"You've done well," Zhang Chen replied with a smile. "Head back once it's signed. I've got more tasks for you."

"Okay."

Wang Yunan agreed and promptly ended the call.

Leaning back in his chair, Zhang Chen was struck by an odd sensation.

Just a few months prior, he was of little significance within the Lin family.

But now, he had become their lifeline.

If the Lin family were to find out...

Despite his excitement, Zhang Chen knew he couldn't let this news slip.

After eating, just as he was about to return to work, his phone rang once more.

Wang Yunan's voice wavered with uncertainty, "Big brother, we're just about to sign the contract, but it's not the lady who showed up—it's some middle-aged man."

A middle-aged man?

Zhang Chen's brow furrowed as he inquired, "What does he look like?"

After a brief pause, Wang Yunan replied, "He appears to be in his fifties."

In his fifties.

Lin Guolong!