The Way of Restraint

Chapter 82: Rich, Sloppy, Filthy, but Not Short on Cash

“Forget it, I’ll help her out.”

Su Jie picked up the female office worker and used an app to call a car. He paid a few hundred extra on top of the fare because she had thrown up and messed up the interior of the vehicle.

Following the address on his phone, Su Jie arrived at a high-end residential compound and entered using an access card.

The neighborhood was elegantly designed, with landscaped gardens, wide spacing between buildings, and automated features everywhere.

Su Jie knew this was one of the most well-known developments in S City. The current price had hit 150,000 yuan per square meter, and the units were all large—around 300 square meters each. One apartment easily cost 50 million.

He had his eye on this place a long time ago, hoping that if he ever had the money, he’d buy one for his parents. Sadly, that remained a distant dream.

As for the villas that rich kids like Lu Shu owned—those easily went over a hundred million. That was a whole other level, not even worth thinking about for now.

Click!

The card unlocked the door, and what greeted Su Jie made him jump.

The apartment was large, spacious, and filled with natural light. The decor screamed luxury—but that wasn’t what shocked him.

What shocked him was how ‘filthy’ the place was.

Designer leather sofas were buried under piles of clothes, shopping bags, makeup boxes, and all sorts of bottles and jars.

The table was littered with leftover takeout containers.

Every corner of the room was a dumping ground—slippers, throw pillows, stuffed animals, you name it.

“All high-end stuff. What a waste,” Su Jie could tell—whether it was the clothes piled on the couch or the bags—they were all luxury brands, some easily worth tens of thousands. Now they looked like trash.

To be honest, the moment he stepped in, Su Jie felt like he’d walked into a junkyard disguised as a penthouse.

“Even if she won’t clean it herself, couldn’t she at least hire a cleaning service?” Su Jie thought, “Then again, this place is filled with expensive stuff. Maybe she doesn’t trust outsiders. Plus, a lot of girls don’t like strangers entering their private space.”

He caught a glimpse of wads of cash casually scattered on the couch, along with jewelry boxes holding rings and necklaces—valuable items, just lying around.

Bang!

Su Jie opened the bedroom door, laid the woman on the bed, and turned to leave. He’d done enough.

She had promised to pay him 10,000 yuan for getting her home, but Su Jie had no intention of hanging around to collect.

Just as he was about to step out, a soft ‘meow’ came from the corner.

It was a small British Shorthair cat, poking its head out and letting out a pleading cry.

Su Jie instinctively sensed that it was hungry.

“Hang tight, I’ll find your food.” He searched the room for a while before finally locating the cat food and pouring some out, along with a bowl of water. Watching the British Shorthair eat happily, he gave its head a gentle pat.

“Your owner’s got money, but not a shred of life quality.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just as he was feeding the cat, loud pounding came from the door.

“Who the hell is that?” Su Jie raised an eyebrow.

This wasn’t knocking—it was full-on door assault. The entire room shook.

Su Jie rushed to open the door and found a young man standing outside. Though dressed in casual wear, he couldn’t hide that distinct aura of wealth. His outfit was exactly the kind worn by guys like Lu Shu and the other rich kids.

The moment he saw Su Jie open the door, the guy’s face—already fuming—turned crimson with rage. He launched a punch straight at him.

And this wasn’t some wild haymaker—it was a punch with real technique. Guard up, leg planted, hips twisting, waist driving, shoulder pushing, arm snapping forward in one fluid motion—a textbook rear straight from Western boxing.

Su Jie could feel the aggressive force behind it as the punch sliced through the air toward his face.

“The hell?” He didn’t flinch or raise a guard. Instead, he struck second but landed first. With a sweep of his leg in a classic mandarin duck kick, lightning-fast and clean as a scythe through wheat—

The punch came to a dead stop, its power completely neutralized like pulling the rug from underneath. With a loud ‘thump’, the young man crashed to the floor.

“Alright, talk. What’s going on here?”

Seeing the guy still trying to get up and fight again, Su Jie frowned and asked.

“Who the hell are you? Why are you in my girlfriend’s apartment?” the young man shouted as he sprang up, swinging again.

This time, he feinted with his punch, making it seem like an attack aimed at the face. But then, it suddenly stopped—followed by a snap kick that targeted Su Jie’s groin with precision.

This was a military close-combat killing move: the “feint-to-the-eyes, kick-to-the-groin.”

‘This guy’s ruthless—doesn’t even care if he cripples someone,’ Su Jie thought without hesitation, dodging to the side and hooking his leg again.

The young man hit the ground once more.

This time, to keep him from getting back up, Su Jie stepped on his chest. Applying a bit of pressure, the young man’s face instantly turned pale as the air was squeezed from his lungs. Fear flashed across his face.

“If that groin kick had landed on a regular person, you might’ve killed them in one shot. What’s with the viciousness?” Su Jie slightly eased the pressure so the young man could speak.

“You…” The young man’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. “Do you even know who I am? You dare do this to me?!”

“And who might you be?” Su Jie raised an eyebrow. “Your dad some big shot? Hurry up and say it—I’m recording. I’ll upload it, make you famous.”

He pulled out his phone.

“This is my girlfriend’s place!” The young man was about to start spewing threats, but seeing Su Jie take out his phone to film, he immediately deflated. Still unwilling to back down, he roared in frustration and struggled to get up. “Why were you in her room?!”

“Your girlfriend? What’s her name?” Su Jie wasn’t convinced. “If she’s your girlfriend, you should have a keycard. So why were you smashing the door?”

“Let me up!” the young man howled, ignoring Su Jie’s question.

“I’m going back inside to ask. You wait here. And listen—if you start smashing again, I won’t go so easy on you next time.” The reason Su Jie had given him a lesson just now was threefold: first, the guy was pounding on the door like a maniac; second, he threw punches without even figuring out who was inside; and third, he went straight for a “lineage-ending” kick. Clearly, he was used to throwing his weight around.

Su Jie wasn’t about to let him in without getting to the bottom of things. If anything went missing in the room—or if this drunk office lady were to be assaulted by that guy—it would all fall on Su Jie. That would be a disaster.

After letting the guy go, Su Jie turned and went back inside, locking the door behind him.

Sure enough, the guy didn’t dare bang on the door again.

“Just wait, punk. I’m Xu Jiahong—I’ll make sure you pay for this.” The young man got up and pulled out his phone to make a call.

Su Jie heard every word from inside the room. Thanks to the training he’d received from Uncle Mang—three days locked in the “black room,” refining his Dead Man’s Corpse technique to the point of “neither dead nor alive”—and later with Master Ma’s guidance, entering the realm of the “Living Dead,” his sensory perception was far beyond that of normal people. With just a bit of concentration, his awareness was several times—maybe even ten times—sharper than the average person’s.

“Still need to get some sleep. Got stuff to do tomorrow. Better have that woman wake up and explain things to that guy outside,” Su Jie muttered, heading to the bedroom. The office lady was still passed out cold. He carried her into the bathroom, then suddenly struck a point on her upper abdomen.

Blaaargghh!

The woman began vomiting violently again.

“Water…”

After throwing up, she was desperately thirsty.

Su Jie had already anticipated this. He handed her warm water, which she gulped down eagerly.

After she had her fill of water, Su Jie tapped her again, and the female office worker immediately vomited everything she had just drunk. It was so intense it felt like she was going to turn her stomach inside out.

After going through this process a few times, the woman finally sobered up. She opened her eyes, looked around, and realized she was in her own home. She let out a sharp scream:

“Who told you to come into my house?!”

“You asked me to bring you home on the street,” Su Jie replied patiently. “If it weren’t for me, you’d probably have been dragged off by those punks. Who knows what would’ve happened. But let’s not dwell on that now—there’s a guy named Xu Jiahong outside. Says he’s your boyfriend. I didn’t let him in. He’s still standing at the door.”

“Don’t let him in,” the woman said, now sounding even more lucid after hearing the name. “Go tell him to get lost. I never want to see him again.”

“Seems like you two know each other. In that case, it’s better if you go out and tell him yourself. I’m out of here—got stuff to do,” Su Jie waved his hand. He didn’t mention the promised twenty thousand; he was treating tonight as a good deed.

“Wait a minute,” the woman said. She noticed vomit all over herself, shoved Su Jie out of the room, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.

A moment later, the door opened, and she stepped out. Su Jie couldn’t help but blink at the sight.

She was wearing nothing but a bra and shorts. Her tall, slender figure, fair legs, and damp hair were enough to tempt a man to sin.

“Let’s go,” she said, casually hooking her arm around Su Jie’s and dragging him to the front door.

Xu Jiahong, waiting impatiently outside, was stunned when he saw her like that, arm-in-arm with Su Jie.

“Li Xiaozhen, what the hell are you doing?!”

“What am I doing?” Li Xiaozhen snapped back, fierce as ever. “Didn’t you call me a s1ut? Now you’re here throwing a tantrum like some spoiled young master. This is my new sugar daddy, so what? He’s taller, richer, and hotter than you. And let me tell you the truth—this apartment? Feng Yuxuan bought it for me. You got the balls? Go buy me one too.”

“You little punk, just wait!” Xu Jiahong’s face flushed red, then green. He suddenly raised his hand and swung it at Li Xiaozhen.

Smack!

Before the slap could land, Su Jie struck Xu’s arm right on the pressure point, rendering it numb.

Xu Jiahong dropped to the ground without even a sound.

Seeing Su Jie’s skill, Li Xiaozhen’s eyes lit up.

“Hitting a woman? What kind of tough guy are you?” Su Jie said, genuinely disgusted now.

“You’ll pay for this,” Xu Jiahong muttered as he staggered toward the stairwell.

“Man, do you know any other lines?” Su Jie shook his head. “You sound like a bad movie villain.”

Xu didn’t respond this time. He glared at Su Jie as he stepped into the elevator, the kind of venomous look that made your skin crawl—like a snake marking its prey.

“Alright, that’s settled. I’m heading home,” Su Jie said, pulling his arm free.

“Hold up. I’ll give you another 10,000 yuan if you clean up my room,” Li Xiaozhen crossed her arms and gave him a long once-over. “I remember now—you dropped those four punks at the bar in seconds. Even Xu Jiahong does MMA, but he didn’t stand a chance. You’re a real pro, huh?”

“Clean your own room,” Su Jie replied, turning to leave.

“Wait! I’ll add another 10,000 yuan!” Li Xiaozhen called after him.