Six Years Later: Wrecking His World with Quadruplets - Chapter 214

Chapter 214

“Aaaagh!!!”

Ling Muye screamed in agony on the spot.

The murderous aura in Di Shijing’s eyes had not dissipated.

He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and finding out about Nan Zhiyi’s past abroad had left a heavy, suffocating frustration in his heart. Seeing Nan Zhiyi treated that way just now caused a surge of fury to erupt from his chest, completely uncontrollable.

The Ling Family bodyguards were snapped back to their senses by Ling Muye’s scream.

Everything had happened so fast that they hadn’t been able to react. Now, seeing their master injured, they jerked awake and rushed forward to help.

However, Zhou Yi didn’t give them the chance.

He stepped directly in front of Di Shijing to block them. As the bodyguards lunged forward, he sent them flying one by one-over-the-shoulder throws, side kicks, spinning back kicks… Even against seven or eight large men, he handled them with ease, his combat skills bordering on terrifying.

Before long, the group of men was sprawled on the floor, unable to move.

Nan Zhiyi watched from the side, stunned!

Lin Zhizhi and Sheng Shiyu were equally dumbstruck.

By this time, Ling Muye had recovered slightly from the initial shock of the pain. He looked at Di Shijing, his face contorted and his eyes burning with rage. Gritting his teeth so hard they nearly shattered, he roared, “Di Shijing! Let me go!”

He struggled violently as he spoke.

He had always been arrogant, pampered and fawned over wherever he went. This feeling of being pinned down and suppressed was worse than death to him.

Di Shijing looked down at the blood-stained man with cold indifference. “Ling Muye, I believe I warned you not to touch ZELING. Did you take my words for a joke?”

Ling Muye endured the sharp pain and the pungent smell of iron. He spat a mouthful of blood, his expression full of disdain. His hook-like eyes were filled with malice. “Di Shijing, who do you think you are? You dare order me around?”

Di Shijing’s gaze darkened. “It seems you have no intention of taking the chance I gave you. In that case, I’ll teach you some manners tonight.”

With that, he reached out and grabbed a wine bottle from the side. “Since you like drinking so much, you can drink your fill tonight!”

Di Shijing grabbed Ling Muye, flipped him over, and slammed him onto the table. He pinned Ling Muye down with a foot on his chest and shoved the bottle directly into his mouth!

His movements carried a terrifying ruthlessness.

The lights in the private room were dim. Di Shijing stood in the center, shrouded in a dark aura. His handsome face was cast in shadow, leaving only his eyes visible-cold, ruthless, and bottomless.

Ling Muye’s pupils dilated as a trace of genuine fear rose in his heart.

He began to struggle, his limbs flailing wildly. Everything on the table was swept to the floor, creating a chaotic din in the private room. But it was useless. Di Shijing’s foot was planted firmly, preventing him from exerting any strength. He was like a fish on a chopping block, pinned to the table.

Ling Muye wanted to curse, but the cold liquid was forced down his throat. His words were choked back, and he was forced to swallow desperately. However, there was too much wine; he couldn’t keep up. Soon, he began to choke, his entire face drenched in alcohol.

The stinging liquid flowed over his wounds, and the searing pain nearly drove him insane.

Yet, Di Shijing had no intention of stopping. As soon as one bottle was empty, he grabbed another bottle of hard liquor and poured it down…

Ling Muye’s face twisted in agony, and the fear in his eyes began to turn into despair.

Di Shijing was a lunatic!!!

Nan Zhiyi, witnessing the whole scene, shared the sentiment. At this moment, Di Shijing was absolutely terrifying!

Lin Zhizhi and Sheng Shiyu were trembling, feeling that Di Shijing was like a literal King of Hell coming for a soul.

As the third bottle of liquor was finished and it became clear he had no intention of stopping, Nan Zhiyi finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough, Di Shijing.”

She stepped forward and caught the man’s hand. Her voice was dry and raspy as she said, “That’s enough. If you keep this up, someone’s going to die!”

Di Shijing felt the cold temperature of Nan Zhiyi’s fingertips and froze for a moment before turning to look at her.

The look in the woman’s eyes was one of worry.

When he saw it, the violent aura in his heart suddenly dissipated.

He nodded and finally, reluctantly, stayed his hand.

Soon, Di Shijing tossed aside the empty bottle. Then, as if throwing out trash, he shoved the half-dead Ling Muye away. His tone was chillingly cold. “Next time, I hope Young Master Ling thinks twice before acting.”

His words were heavy with intimidation-a warning and a threat.

How could Ling Muye have the strength to speak?

He fell to the floor like a puddle of mud, his body in too much pain to move. His face was covered in blood and alcohol; he was in a state worse than death.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Di Shijing, screaming in his heart: Di Shijing, I’m going to fucking kill you sooner or later!

Noticing his venomous gaze, Di Shijing merely spared him a cold, dismissive glance, not taking him seriously at all.

He calmly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and then said, “Let’s go.”

With that, he took Nan Zhiyi’s hand and led her out of the private room.

Zhou Yi followed quickly. Sheng Shiyu and Lin Zhizhi also chased after them, still feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the situation.

After the group left the club, Nan Zhiyi gently pulled her hand away and reminded him in a low voice, “You can let go of me now.”

Di Shijing released her and stopped walking. He turned and asked, “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

Nan Zhiyi shook her head, her gaze shifting down to his hands. “What about you?”

She remembered there had been a lot of broken glass on the table earlier.

“I’m fine.”

After Di Shijing spoke, he raised both hands for her to see.

Seeing that his hands were indeed unharmed, Nan Zhiyi breathed a small sigh of relief.

She looked up at the man in front of her and said seriously, “Today… thank you.”

If he hadn’t come, Ling Muye’s fate might have been hers-or perhaps even worse…

Di Shijing’s face remained expressionless, but the dangerous aura from before was gone.

He spoke indifferently. “This matter was originally caused by the Di Corporation. I also underestimated Ling Muye’s boldness, which led to you facing that situation…”

He seemed unwilling to dwell on it further and finally said, “It won’t happen again.”

Next time… I will protect you better!

Hearing this, Nan Zhiyi’s heart trembled slightly, and she couldn’t help but stare at him.

The man’s expression was earnest, making her feel a flicker of emotion.

However, she quickly suppressed her feelings and said, “It’s all in the past…”

Then, she changed the subject. “When did you get back to the country?”

“I just got off the plane and came here to meet a client.”

Aside from business social events, he wouldn’t come to a place like this for leisure.

Nan Zhiyi felt a bit apologetic. “Sorry for delaying you. Is it still in time for your meeting?”

“It’s fine.”

After Di Shijing spoke, his gaze swept over her, Sheng Shiyu, and the others. “You all…”

As if knowing what the man was going to say, Nan Zhiyi followed up, “We drove here, so we can leave on our own. You should get back to work.”

“Mm, go then. Be careful.”

Sheng Shiyu and Lin Zhizhi watched them for a long while. They felt that the conversation between these two was like that of a married couple, with each person looking out for the other.

However, they only dared to think such thoughts in their heads; they didn’t dare to say them out loud.

Nan Zhiyi soon left with the others.

Only after the three of them had gone did Di Shijing turn and head back into the club.

Zhou Yi followed. As they entered, he heard a command from ahead: “Find some time to investigate the illegal businesses the Ling Family operates privately. It would be best if you can find some dirt on them.”

Zhou Yi understood instantly; this matter wasn’t over yet.

Ling Muye had truly infuriated his Master.

He replied, “Understood.”