Chapter 168: The Dominance of Young Master Tang the Second

Chapter 168: Young Master Tang's Dominance

Brother Ha stared with wide eyes, caught completely off guard. This was truly the first time a chick in a nightclub had dared to speak to him like that! Regardless of her background, Brother Ha had no intention of letting her off easily, because that single word of hers had made him lose face immensely.

Before Brother Ha could even speak, someone nearby began to mock him, "Brother Ha, can't even handle a single chick? Hahaha, do you need us brothers to give you a hand?"

"Brothers, when have you ever seen a woman Brother Ha couldn't handle?" Brother Ha snorted. "The little chick is quite spicy, but I like it! I actually prefer playing with women who go against me, that's what makes it interesting, right? Hehehe, this is way more fun than taking home a woman who just lies there like a corpse..."

Tang Jiu was already in a foul mood, and now, being openly harassed by such a scumbag, her anger flared into an inferno. She suddenly stood up, gripped a wine bottle by its neck with a reverse hold, and cursed fiercely, "I told you to get lost! Can't you understand human speech?"

Brother Ha furrowed his brow, looking at the wine bottle in Tang Jiu's hand and then back at her. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, threatening me? Hahaha! Ready to get physical, are we? Come on, come on, smash it right here, aim right at my forehead. Come on, Brother Ha is offering his head for you to hit!"

Tang Jiu was in no state to maintain any rationality now; she grabbed the bottle and really did smash it hard toward the scumbag's forehead.

However, this scumbag was no fool. While he talked tough, he certainly had no intention of taking a blow undefended. The moment Tang Jiu swung the bottle, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the aggressively incoming weapon.

Tang Jiu was no match for a hoodlum. With a surge of strength from the opponent, the wine bottle was snatched straight out of her hand.

"Beauty, I'll just consider this a toast from you. Once I drink this bottle, everything else is negotiable," Brother Ha said. "If you continue to be unappreciative of the situation, don't blame me for showing no mercy. I'll put it right here: even if I have my way with you in broad daylight right in front of everyone today, nobody would dare stand up and speak for you!"

"Slap—!"

Amidst a crisp and resounding slap, Brother Ha was spun completely around by the force, crashing directly to his knees on the floor. His left cheek instantly swelled up as large as a steamed bun, looking as if he had a mouthful of unchewed food. Even after kneeling and collapsing onto the ground, he had not yet recovered his senses or realized who had struck him.

Tang Jiu looked in astonishment at Qiu Yan, who had just moved with lightning speed, while Guo Guo calmly continued sipping her juice. She knew that street punks of this caliber were no match for Sister Qiu Yan, so she naturally felt no sense of crisis. It was just that having been in Ji'bei for two days already, she was starting to miss Ruan Qingshuang a little...

"When told to get lost, you get lost. Why so much nonsense?" Qiu Yan said coldly. "I'll warn you one last time: get lost, and go far away."

Brother Ha had never suffered such humiliation. This wasn't just losing face anymore; this was a massive wipeout! Furthermore, it happened in his most familiar bar, surrounded by so many people he knew. This grievance blocked his chest cavity with pinpoint precision.

Before he could even give the order, all his sworn brothers swarmed forward, looking ready to stir up trouble.

Brother Ha picked himself up, enduring the burning, agonizing pain on his left cheek, and said through clenched teeth, "Fine, you've got some nerve, stinking bitch. You refused a toast only to drink a forfeit, didn't you? Well, I'll let you know whose territory this is! Brothers, get them!"

Just as seven or eight men were about to rush forward all at once, and Qiu Yan had already prepared to knock them all down, a thunderous roar echoed through the bar: "Do you all have a death wish?!"

At the sound of this single shout, the entire bar fell utterly silent, save for the background music. It seemed as though everyone's heart trembled in terror at the voice. The moment their gazes converged on the newcomer, not a single person dared to breathe loudly.

The appearance of Tang Yifei shocked even Tang Jiu to her core. Surely he was in no mood to come here drinking at a time like this?

Heibao and Hulang quickly emerged one after the other from behind Tang Yifei. Hulang stepped behind Tang Jiu, while Heibao delivered a merciless, straight front kick that sent the previously arrogant Brother Ha flying several meters through the air, crashing into and overturning two tables.

Having taken such a brutal kick, Brother Ha didn't let out a single peep, not even daring to draw a deep breath. Those who had just been itching to help him instantly lowered their heads, wishing they could bury them between their legs.

Although the reputations of Heibao and Hulang had faded considerably within the Chinese underground world, they still held immense weight in Ji'bei. Anyone who didn't recognize these two figures from the Tang family had simply lived in Ji'bei in vain.

The man who called himself Brother Ha might usually act arrogant—after all, he was a second-generation wealthy heir of the provincial capital who could afford a BMW and foreign girlfriends—but placed in front of a major playboy like Tang Yifei, he wasn't even worth a fart; he wasn't even qualified to carry Tang Yifei's shoes.

Naturally, Brother Ha didn't dare provoke Heibao either. That was a fierce man who could kill a bull with a single punch. That wasn't just an unfounded rumor: a couple of years ago, a Spanish circus came on a tour, and Tang Jiu hadn't expected them to bring fighting bulls. Wearing a red jacket, she had accidentally driven one of the bulls mad, and it charged furiously at her. If Heibao hadn't reacted with lightning speed back then, grabbing the bull's horns and delivering a single punch to its head, Tang Jiu probably would have ended up straight in the hospital.

Nobody expected Heibao's single punch to actually kill the bull, an feat that instantly made him a legendary figure in Ji'bei. Therefore, small-time characters like Brother Ha held both reverence and dread toward him. Forget about being kicked violently without daring to speak; even if he were slapped a hundred times, he probably wouldn't dare utter a sound.

Besides, Tang Yifei, the second young master of the Tang family, had also arrived—a master in whose presence Brother Ha wasn't even fit to lick boots.

"Turn the music off!" Tang Yifei roared impatiently, and the entire venue instantly plunged into absolute quiet.

A tall, stout man quickly appeared before Tang Yifei, wearing a flattering, obsequious expression. Bowing and scraping, he said, "Oh, Young Master Tang, who on earth has managed to offend you? If you're feeling unhappy in my Wupang's establishment, then I, Wupang, certainly can't afford the consequences, hehe..."

"Wupang, are you blind and unable to recognize my Ninth Sister?" Tang Yifei said, pointing at Tang Jiu. "My sister came here to have a drink, and yet she runs into some blind idiots giving her trouble? And you didn't even bother to keep them in-line? If you don't want to run this bar anymore, just say the word, and I'll smash the place to pieces right now!!"

Wupang wore a look of utter misery. Oh, heavens! In his wildest dreams, he never expected this girl to be the Ninth Miss of the Tang family! No wonder she carried such an air of distinction! Damn it, how did such a disaster land on him?

Yet, there was really no blaming Wupang for this. It was completely normal for men and women to flirt and hook up in a bar. If he, as the boss, threw people out just because a guy tried to chat up a girl, who would ever dare come to his establishment to play in the future?

Besides, nowadays, out of every ten chicks who came to a bar for a drink, at least nine and a half were green tea bitches! Who the hell could tell apart a respectable woman who shouldn't be provoked? Let alone identify someone who was an absolute untouchable heavyweight?

Why on earth did this untouchable person have to choose his nightclub... Any venue would have had guys trying to chat her up!

"Oh, I... I must have been truly blind!" Wupang had been navigating society for over a decade and had plenty of connections. He knew very well who could be offended and before whom he had to play the sycophant. "Second Young Master, I genuinely didn't know Ninth Miss was coming here to drink. I... how about you slap me twice, as long as it helps vent your anger!"

Brother Ha, who had been strutting around arrogantly just moments before, now sprawled limply on the ground, feeling a warm sensation in his trousers. Seeing how furious Tang Yifei was, how could he not be scared to the point of nearly pissing himself? At best, he only flexed his muscle in front of ordinary citizens, whereas Tang Yifei was someone whose single word could make his entire family unable to survive in Ji'bei.

"We don't need you to meddle in our affairs." Guo Guo finally finished her pomegranate juice. As she slowly opened a carton of peach juice, she said to Tang Jiu, "Right, Little Jiu Sister? We still have Sister Qiu Yan with us, after all."

Tang Yifei didn't have the luxury of time to bicker with a child. He glanced at Qiu Yan and smiled faintly. "I know your martial arts are extraordinary, but since you've arrived in Ji'bei, there is no reason to let our guests do the fighting. Let my people handle this matter instead. I'd still like to invite you all to my home for a cup of tea."

Qiu Yan said coldly, "I'm afraid that won't be necessary."

"Miss Qiu, I already guessed that I might not be able to invite you easily, but it doesn't matter. I believe there is naturally someone who can." As Tang Yifei finished speaking, a figure slowly stepped out from the shadows at the side.

Qiu Yan sharply perceived a different aura emanating from that person—an aura far superior to those of the two second-tier masters, Heibao and Hulang!

"I truly didn't expect to cross paths with the Violent Vixen Fox Sovereign in Ji'bei. What an immense honor." The newcomer slowly raised his head, a pair of sharp, electric eyes sweeping across Qiu Yan like two piercing, chilling blades.

When Qiu Yan saw the red birthmark that occupied half of the man's face, she froze instantly. How could she not be shocked! After all, this opponent was none other than the Ghost-Faced Asura—a top-tier master among top-tier masters! Even back when her reputation as the Violent Vixen Fox Sovereign was at its peak two years prior, the name of the Ghost-Faced Asura ranked above hers.

This was precisely why Heibao and Hulang were able to recognize the Ghost-Faced Asura, yet had failed to recognize the Violent Vixen Fox Sovereign.

Tang Yifei could see the look of astonishment on Qiu Yan's face and smiled slightly. "It seems the person I invited carries enough weight. Miss Qiu, what do you think? Have you decided to show me some respect?"

"Fox Sovereign," the Ghost-Faced Asura said softly, "fighting here will likely cause collateral damage to the innocent. I suggest we go outside to talk."

The underground world had its own rules; masters certainly didn't yield from just a few words. The Ghost-Faced Asura understood this clearly. If he couldn't defeat Qiu Yan today, Tang Yifei could forget about taking Tang Jiu and that little girl home as bargaining chips.

The moment the Ghost-Faced Asura appeared, Qiu Yan knew this was a confrontation she could not avoid. Without hesitation, she stood up and walked straight toward the exit. The Ghost-Faced Asura's lips curled into a faint smile as he followed right behind her.

His smile was filled with absolute confidence. He was certain that Qiu Yan could not possibly have reached the realm of a super-master, which meant he was guaranteed to win.