My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The screeching sounds of brakes echoed into the living room one after another. Su Zhenhai, who was sprawled on the floor, suddenly twitched his ears, and his eyes instantly lit up with a look of wild joy.

Ignoring his weak legs, he desperately tried to push himself up by digging his hands into the floor, his voice shrill like a cat whose tail had been stepped on:

"They're here! Young Master Lu's men have arrived! Hahahaha! Ye Xunhuan, let's see if you're still pretending! Your Su family is doomed today!"

Several Su family relatives who had been shrinking back and not daring to utter a sound just moments before suddenly straightened up as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline.

Third Aunt even puffed out her chest, all the pent-up frustration from being hit in the mouth with a candy wrapper welling up inside her, and added fuel to the fire with a shrill voice.

"I knew the Lu family wouldn't just sit idly by! Some country bumpkin, hiring a couple of thugs to back him up, really thinks he's someone important?"

"When Young Master Lu's men come in later, let's see how he kneels and cries!"

As she spoke, she shoved two relatives beside her, winking and beckoning, "Come on! Follow me to the door to greet them! Don't let Young Master Lu's people think our Su family doesn't know the rules!"

Several opportunists quickly put on fawning smiles and scurried towards the door, their obsequious manner even more eager than when they saw their own father.

Su Qingyuan gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with her fingertips, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in worry.

The mint in Su Zhenbang's mouth hadn't completely melted yet, and the breath he had just caught came back up, making his face even paler.

Zhang Cheng, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his suit and tie, put on that condescending sneer again, and glanced sideways at Ye Xunhuan.

"Mr. Ye, it's time to wrap up the show."

"In the face of capital and rules, being able to fight won't solve any problems."

"Once the Lu family arrives, it won't matter if you keep talking tough."

On the sofa, Ye Xunhuan had a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth, the plastic stick slowly twirling around his lips.

He glanced at the group of people jumping around at the door, then at Zhang Cheng, who was beaming with smugness, and chuckled. His voice was lazy but clear enough to reach everyone's ears:

"You bunch of blind fools, what can I even say about you?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the villa door was pushed open from the outside with a loud bang.

The man at the head of the group had a round beer belly and a scar running across his brow bone, giving him a fierce look. Behind him followed dozens of burly men in black suits, their steps as precise as an army's, making the floor tremble slightly.

He was the undisputed local tyrant of Jiangcheng's underground circles—

Long Xiaotian.

The three aunts and their companions, who had just reached the doorway, suddenly froze in place, their fawning smiles instantly freezing on their faces as if they had been frozen in place.

Long Xiaotian didn't even glance at anyone else; his gaze was fixed on Ye Xunhuan, who was swinging his legs on the sofa.

He immediately sped up, almost jogging as he rushed over, his beer belly jiggling with each step.

"Mr. Ye! I rushed here as fast as I could, I hope I'm not late?!"

He stopped two steps away from Ye Xunhuan, bowing as low as a boiled shrimp, his tone so respectful he almost bent over to the ground, a stark contrast to his fierce demeanor at the door.

The living room fell into a deathly silence; not even a breath could be heard.

Su Zhenhai had just managed to prop himself up halfway when he crashed back to the floor with a thud. His eyes were glazed over, and he muttered to himself, "Long...Long Xiaotian? How could it be Long Xiaotian..."

"Didn't that kid Ye Xunhuan call Tuqiuzi on the phone just now?"

"Why is it a dragon... Where is Long Xiaotian??"

He knew better than anyone else how important this person was.

He is the head of Jiangcheng's underground circles and the mastermind behind the gray industries.

Let alone Lu Mingyuan, a junior, even Lu Hongtu, the head of the Lu family, would have to politely offer him a cigarette when he met him.

Such a ruthless character is actually being extremely respectful to Ye Xunhuan?!

Zhang Cheng's arrogance shattered instantly, cold sweat poured down his back, soaking his shirt, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

He was the Lu family's exclusive lawyer and had met Long Xiaotian once.

He couldn't understand how this good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Su family could possibly invite a big shot like Long Xiaotian!

That--??

Why did Ye Xunhuan call him "Tuqiuzi" on the phone just now?

Ye Xunhuan didn't respond to Long Xiaotian's words. He simply slowly moved the candy stick to the other side, glanced at the pale-faced Third Aunt at the door, and lightly tapped Long Xiaotian with his fingertip.

"Hey, you turdball, this woman just said that calling you 'turdball' is too rustic. She said 'dungball' sounds better, more down-to-earth, and sounds more impressive."

After saying that, Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, a cynical smile playing on his lips. "I think it makes a lot of sense. From now on, you should change your name to 'Dung Ball.' It's a more auspicious name."

Long Xiaotian's smile froze abruptly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed twice.

A dung ball?!

That sounds a million times worse than "dirt ball"!

He was a hundred times, a million times unwilling. He had lived most of his life, and when had he ever been given such an insulting name?

But when he looked up and met Ye Xunhuan's nonchalant yet subtly authoritative gaze, his resentment vanished instantly, and he didn't dare utter a single word.

joke!

Who is this guy?

His eldest sister is a renowned war goddess with a million soldiers; his second sister, Shen Monong, is the eldest daughter of the Shen family, one of the four great families in the capital; and his third sister, Dou Xintong, is in charge of Lingxiang Pavilion, the leader of the world's largest underground organization!

His power was less than enough to harm even a single hair on the leg of the three senior sisters in front of him.

Giving him a name is a sign of respect!

It's just a ball of dung, isn't it?

Shouting is better than losing your life!

Long Xiaotian immediately forced a smile that was more like a grimace, nodding his head like a rattle drum, his voice booming as if afraid Ye Xunhuan would be dissatisfied:

"Hey! What a great name! Dung Ball is good, Dung Ball is great!"

"From now on, I'll be called Dung Ball! Thank you for the name, sir! It sounds auspicious!"

As he spoke, he deliberately turned his head and grinned at his aunt at the door, revealing a set of white teeth, but the fierce look in his eyes almost scared his aunt to death.

Third Aunt screamed "Ah!" and her legs went weak, causing her to collapse to the ground. Her whole body trembled like a leaf, her lips quivering so much she couldn't utter a single word, and a damp patch was faintly visible between her legs—

They were so scared they peed their pants.

She had just called Long Xiaotian a crony of Ye Xunhuan, daring to slander him and calling him a "shitball".

Now that the person in question was standing right in front of her, none other than the renowned Long Xiaotian of Jiangcheng, she felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she almost stopped breathing.

Ye Xunhuan glanced at her, not interested in arguing with an old woman, and waved his hand lazily, saying, "Alright, stand over there, I have something for you to do later."

"Yes, sir!" Long Xiaotian and his third aunt responded in unison, obediently stepping back behind Ye Xunhuan and standing ramrod straight, like obedient guards.

Everyone in the room was stunned, staring blankly at the surreal scene before them, feeling as if they were dreaming.

Long Xiaotian!

The underground emperor of Jiangcheng!

He's happy about being renamed "Dung Ball"?!

Just who exactly is this Ye Xunhuan?!

Su Zhenbang stared blankly at the young figure on the sofa, the mint in his mouth still lingering with a cool aftertaste, his chest churning with complex emotions that were hard to describe.

He had only thought that his son-in-law was skilled and steady, but he never expected that he would have such extraordinary power.

Su Qingyuan's clear eyes were also filled with shock. Looking at Ye Xunhuan's profile and the nonchalant smile, her unease completely vanished, leaving only a strange sense of peace.

It seems that as long as he's around, someone will hold up the sky even if it falls.

Zhang Cheng stood there, unsure whether to stay or leave, his face alternating between pale and flushed, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into the ground.

He just made some harsh remarks, saying that Ye Xunhuan couldn't fight against the Lu family or the law.

Now that Long Xiaotian is standing here, even if Lu Mingyuan himself came, let alone a lawyer like him, he would have to obediently bow his head.

Just as everyone was still reeling from the shock brought by Long Xiaotian, several steady braking sounds came from outside the villa again.