In the parking lot, Ye Xuan brought over a chair, sat down cheerfully, and looked at the group of guards he had beaten to the ground.
Soon, another crowd gathered around.
The leader was Sang Biao.
Sang Biao had a broad back and a bear-like waist, and his arms were as thick as a woman’s legs.
A knife scar ran across his face, and his eyes were deep, revealing a cold and evil gleam.
Initially, Sang Biao was always by Xu Rongyao’s side, but later committed a crime and ended up in jail for five or six years.
After he got out, things had changed, and Xu Rongyao decided to let Sang Biao manage the S company.
There wasn’t much profit here, just three to four million a year.
Sang Biao was dissatisfied, but dared not make demands of Xu Rongyao.
Sang Biao knew Xu Rongyao too well.
Xu Rongyao had an elegant appearance, wore glasses, and looked cultured, but his heart was very dark.
It can be said that Xu Rongyao managed to become the boss of the North District thanks to an extraordinary mind and hard, ruthless methods.
This mission was the first task Sang Biao received from Xu Rongyao after leaving prison.
Receiving the mission made Sang Biao excited, as it meant he still had a chance to return to Xu Rongyao’s side and be his right-hand man again.
The days spent here weren’t thrilling, making him feel bored.
He was confident he could complete this task well.
Even if he had to flatten the entire S company, it could be done.
Leaning against a pillar, with trembling legs, Lu Tiansheng froze when he saw hundreds of punks heading this way, then felt thrilled.
“This time, I’m gonna make you pay,” he muttered.
Lu Tiansheng puffed out his chest, swept away the miserable look on his face, and became confident, glaring coldly at Ye Xuan and said viciously, “I’m gonna kill you, bastard!”
With a sound of footsteps, Sang Biao led over a hundred brothers and arrived next to Lu Tiansheng.
Sang Biao recognized Lu Tiansheng, approached him, nodded, and greeted him, “Lu, what’s going on?”
“Sang Biao, this bastard hit my brother, and he damn wants to hit me.” Lu Tiansheng gave a vicious smile, flashed a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and pointed at Ye Xuan, who was smiling and wearing flip-flops and shorts.
“Lu, this is a trivial matter.”
Sang Biao released a few cold laughs, surprised that the task was so simple.
The opponent was only one person.
With over a hundred brothers, even if everyone spits, they could drown the opponent.
“Lu, do we cripple or kill him?”
Sang Biao gave Ye Xuan a cold glance, feeling a sense of familiarity but not paying attention, and asked.
“Cripple him!
I want him to spend the rest of his life in bed.”
Lu Tiansheng laughed a few times, knowing Xu Rongyao’s power well, for crippling someone was as ordinary as having a meal for Xu Rongyao.
“Okay.”
Sang Biao nodded and waved his hand to signal the knife-wielding brother to step forward.
The young man holding a fruit knife sneered grimly, his forehead dyed with a tuft of yellow hair, wearing jeans with two or three holes and slanted bangs, following the “Zaxai Family” absurd style.
Ye Xuan sat on the chair, smiling, and from beginning to end, didn’t say a word.
Because this time, he just wanted to watch others act pretentious.
Always being the one acting pretentious is not interesting at all.
Ye Xuan was confident; if there’s a comparison in acting pretentious, he would be second, but no one would dare claim first.
His perfected skills in acting pretentious made Ye Xuan understand when to stay low-key and when to be high-profile.
Over a hundred people came from the opposite side.
If it really gets going, Ye Xuan could settle them all within a minute.
But doing so would lose the fun of acting pretentious.
Ye Xuan didn’t like that.
While outnumbered, acting pretentious in a low-key manner was the best way, a subtle breath of pretentiousness could make the opponent experience despair.
Acting pretentious is a philosophy, and Ye Xuan mastered its essence.
Ye Xuan coldly looked at the absurd young man, laughed, and said, “If you can fight, don’t waste your breath, here’s the knife, start your performance.”
“Damn!”
The young man got angry, played with the small knife in his hand, sneered, and swung it at Ye Xuan.
The blade was sharp, breaking through the air.
Then…
The knife was caught by Ye Xuan between his fingers.
Ye Xuan pinched the two fingers tightly, gave a sudden twist, and with a “crack,” the knife in the young man’s hand broke into two.
“What’s this?
Is that all you got?”
Ye Xuan smiled, raised his hand, and slapped the young man across the face.
The young man spun in place, his whole face swollen and red, three teeth fell out, blood filled his mouth, looking particularly miserable.
“Sang Biao, we haven’t seen each other for years, I really didn’t expect you’d bring people to act pretentious on me.” Ye Xuan slowly stood up, squinted his eyes revealing a cold glow, stared at the burly Sang Biao, lowered his voice, and said coldly.
“Hmm?”
Sang Biao hesitated for a moment, then suddenly reacted.
The whole person was shocked to the extreme.
This was Master Xuan!
Sang Biao trembled all over, his legs quivered, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He quickly stepped forward, stood in front of Ye Xuan with his head lowered, grunted nervously, and said tremblingly, “Master Xuan, when did you come to J City?”
“A couple of days ago.”
Ye Xuan smiled faintly; his eyes were deeply penetrating, casting a cold gaze on Sang Biao, making Sang Biao shiver with fear.
The dozens of followers behind Sang Biao were instantly dumbfounded.
This is not following the script at all!
Wasn’t Brother Biao here to teach this guy a lesson?
How come he’s suddenly calling him “Master” in such a submissive tone?
“Brother Biao, surely you must be mistaken…”
Before the follower behind him finished speaking, Sang Biao turned around and slapped him across the face.
“This is Master Xuan, how could I possibly be mistaken?” Sang Biao’s eyes widened angrily as he roared.
“So, Sang Biao, now you know that the person you need to hit is me, don’t you have any thoughts about that?”
Ye Xuan patted Sang Biao’s shoulder as he laughed coldly a few times and asked.
Sang Biao’s face turned pale, somewhat dazed, his body trembling uncontrollably, unable to bear the pressure of life’s oppression, knelt down directly and cried out, “Master Xuan, I know I was wrong.”
“Wrong?
Where were you wrong?”
Ye Xuan chuckled, his face darkened as he looked toward Lu Tiansheng, who was behind Sang Biao with a shocked expression, and said with a smile, “Why Sang Biao, isn’t that your Brother Lu?
Why don’t you listen to Brother Lu and take care of me?”
“Master Xuan, I was wrong, I know I was wrong.”
Sang Biao’s massive body knelt on the ground, making the scene extremely shocking.
Sang Biao kept slapping his mouth and continuously kowtowing, shouting, “Master Xuan, I know I was wrong.”
The followers behind were simply speechless with shock.
This was their big brother.
The one who had stabbed people, gone to the station, been to prison, famously fearless of the heavens and the earth, Sang Biao!
Yet now, he was groveling like a lapdog at someone else’s feet, crying out “I know I was wrong.”
What in the world is going on here!
And who exactly is this Master Xuan?
“Alright, I don’t blame you.”
Ye Xuan shrugged helplessly, chuckling as he spoke.
An ancient saying goes, fame scares people.
For Ye Xuan, it is the fear of being too handsome.
“Master Xuan, it was Xu Rongyao who instructed me to do this.” Sang Biao trembled as he stood up, his lips quivering.
“Xu Rongyao?”
Ye Xuan was stunned, squinting his eyes as he asked, “Are you talking about that guy who once served me tea and poured my water?”
“It’s that Xu Rongyao.” Sang Biao was suddenly surprised in his heart.
He knew that before Xu Rongyao became the boss of the North District, he once served tea and poured water for a big figure, but he never imagined it was this man in front.
“Haha.”
Ye Xuan couldn’t help but smile, saying, “You shouldn’t hang around with Xu Rongyao anymore.
That guy, really thinks he’s a king of glory, acts like a real one every day.
In a few days, when I have time, I’ll go find him and talk about the merger between the North District and the West District.”
“Merger with the West District?”
Sang Biao was puzzled, then a look of shock appeared on his face.
“Master Xuan, was the thing with Chen Shengya in the East District also your doing?” Sang Biao’s eyes widened in disbelief, shocked as he asked.
“Yes.”
Ye Xuan nodded indifferently and continued, “Help me get these guys into the hospital.”
“Yes.”
Sang Biao quickly nodded, not daring to hesitate.
He’s heard too much and seen too much about Ye Xuan’s glorious history.
One sword dominating J City, who dares to challenge.
Just because of this, it’s something Sang Biao can never learn or achieve in his lifetime.
Back then, when Ye Xuan was in J City, there was only one underground king forever.
And that was Ye Xuan!
“By the way, break that damn Brother Lu’s leg to teach him a lesson.”
Ye Xuan sneered, then picked up a police baton lying on the ground, tidied the security uniform, and walked toward S Company.
“Yes.”
Sang Biao eagerly nodded, directly picked up the baton, and struck Lu Tiansheng’s right leg.
With a crisp “crack,” a sound of bone cracking echoed, and Lu Tiansheng fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
“Damn it, not knowing Master Xuan, how dare you even try to mix in J City?
Really fucking disgraceful!” Sang Biao laughed coldly a few times, looking at the man in front wearing shorts and exuding a king’s style, his heart was filled with admiration.
The followers brought by Sang Biao were all dumbfounded.
A series of events had stunned their minds.
Brother Biao has just betrayed Xu Rongyao like that?
Weren’t they supposed to follow Xu Rongyao for many years?
Weren’t they supposed to be loyal to Xu Rongyao?
Weren’t they supposed to be closer than blood brothers?
Alright!
When faced with an absolutely correct choice, people will realize that the promises they once made were all idle talk.
“Poof,” with a sound, everything vanished.
PS: Guard Army…
You all understand.