Chapter Thirty-Seven: Whoever Dares Touch My Woman, I Will Make Them Pay With Their Life

"Who are you?" Simon Xiaokun's face was dark and uncertain. What had been a carefully laid plan was now completely disrupted by Dugu Ming.

Lin Xiaowen, seeing Dugu Ming come to her rescue and looking so dashing—declaring she was his woman—blushed furiously.

"Are you deaf? Didn’t I already tell you? I’m the man of this woman standing before you," Dugu Ming cursed.

He strode forward, grabbed the collar of a bodyguard Simon Xiaokun had planted among the crowd, and hurled him to the ground.

"You—?" Simon Xiaokun’s face was overcast as he struggled to suppress his anger.

"What do you mean, ‘you’? Let me tell you, today, whoever dares lay a hand on my woman, I’ll make sure they die!" Dugu Ming shouted at Simon Xiaokun.

Meanwhile, Zhang Liming and Wang Hongru were hiding in the crowd.

"See? I told you the big brother would come back. I believed in him," Wang Hongru said proudly.

"Alright, alright, I get it. You don’t need to tell me again and again," Zhang Liming replied impatiently. Since Dugu Ming had appeared, Wang Hongru had repeated that line dozens of times.

"Look at him—so cool, so fierce, so stylish. That ‘my woman’ line stunned everyone!" Wang Hongru said, his eyes sparkling.

Zhang Liming looked at him quizzically. "You aren’t… attracted to him, are you?"

"Attracted your sister! I’m a man’s man, pure and simple. This is called admiration, alright? Admiration—do you understand?" Wang Hongru retorted anxiously.

"Alright, alright, I understand. Got it, okay?" Zhang Liming quickly agreed. He lowered his voice and said, "Look, this isn’t good. Big brother is surrounded."

Upon hearing Dugu Ming’s words, Simon Xiaokun was enraged. He signaled to his bodyguards with a glance. Besides the one Dugu Ming had thrown to the ground, there were about seven or eight others, who closed in around Dugu Ming.

If Simon Xiaokun had known Dugu Ming was now a mid-level fourth-tier cultivator, he would never have acted so rashly. But his mistake was in greatly underestimating Dugu Ming’s strength, thinking he was just another spoiled rich kid or bureaucrat’s son.

He failed to consider that any man who dared claim to be the lover of Xuanyuan Linwen could hardly be ordinary. Dugu Ming didn’t look like someone from the Four Great Families, nor any family scion Simon Xiaokun knew, so he blindly assumed Dugu Ming was just a regular guy.

Of course, his rage clouded his judgment, but soon enough, he would deeply regret his impulsiveness.

Dugu Ming was that kind of person: he didn’t provoke others, but if provoked, he would repay the insult a thousandfold. That was his way.

His avoidance of trouble didn’t mean he feared it; rather, he refrained precisely because he feared accidentally hurting others. Much like modern China—avoiding conflict not out of cowardice, but to avoid harming other countries. If someone mistakes such forbearance for shamelessness, their end is near.

Dugu Ming sneered, glancing at the bodyguards encircling him. Just as he was about to act—

He heard Zhang Liming and Wang Hongru rushing toward him, shouting, "Big brother, don’t be afraid, we’re here to help!"

Hearing this, Dugu Ming’s heart stirred with emotion. This was brotherhood.

He called out, "You two don’t need to come over. I can handle this myself." He then lashed out with a kick, instantly shattering a bodyguard’s groin.

Blame yourself for aiding evil. Dugu Ming felt no pity for them; with masters like theirs, these servants surely weren’t innocent.

The man shrieked in agony, clutching his crotch, his cries more wretched than even Dou E’s legendary suffering. It’s said a scientist found that the pain of a man’s broken groin far exceeds that of childbirth.

Zhang Liming and Wang Hongru, seeing their leader’s ferocity, froze in place, feeling a chill in their own groins as they heard the miserable howls.

Dugu Ming knocked out the rest, one punch at a time, and in a second, the burly bodyguards were sprawled on the ground, howling in pain. He had restrained himself, not killing them, but they would likely spend the rest of their lives in hospital beds.

Zhang Liming and Wang Hongru were dumbstruck.

"Impossible! These men are retired special forces soldiers I recruited from the army. One could take on dozens; now it’s several against you alone. How can any normal person do this?" Simon Xiaokun recoiled in terror.

Simon Xiaokun was a scion of one of the Five Great Families, but in cultivation, he was utterly useless—innately incapable. He had been bullied since childhood, his early years miserably bleak.

But the pitiful often invite contempt. Once Simon Xiaokun discovered that scheming could kill, he embraced deception and trickery, committing all manner of evil. Through various machinations, he seized the position of heir apparent to the Simon family.

"Unless you are… you are…" Simon Xiaokun suddenly covered his mouth, realizing Dugu Ming was a cultivator—perhaps even a powerful one.

"Afraid now, are you? Too late," Dugu Ming mocked, advancing toward Simon Xiaokun. "I told you, whoever touches my woman dies. Remember my name—Dugu Ming."

"No, no, you won’t dare kill me." Simon Xiaokun retreated fearfully.

"Do you know who I am? Since you’re a cultivator, surely you’ve heard of the Simon family. I’m telling you… don’t come any closer… I’m the Simon family’s heir… don’t do anything rash!" Simon Xiaokun shrieked hysterically.

"So what?" Dugu Ming replied coldly, slowly clenching his fist. In truth, it wouldn’t matter; if he killed Simon Xiaokun, he could simply flee to the Vatican, where his godfather—the Godfather—would protect him.

Xuanyuan Linwen stood nearby, her cheeks flushed. Whether Dugu Ming killed Simon Xiaokun or not was irrelevant to her; even if he did, she would plead with her father to handle it. She only hoped Dugu Ming would always protect and cherish her.

It seemed Simon Xiaokun was doomed—no one could save him now.

Dugu Ming raised his fist, his feet tightening as he prepared to smash Simon Xiaokun’s skull.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Spare him!"

Ps: Who could it be? Take a guess. Haha, another important supporting character is about to appear. Today, Jimmo is sick, truly sorry—the next update may come only at midnight, as Jimmo still needs to get an IV drip. Please support Jimmo, whose every click and bookmark is the motivation to keep working hard. Thank you.