In this tense situation, the spoiled Zhao Chunhua was filled with anger. His flushed cheeks looked like burning flames, his hands were clenched into fists, and his aura seemed to destroy everything in front of him.
The reason why she was so angry was actually just to regain her lost face in front of everyone. In her mind, as long as the ignorant Xiao Chen was tactful and gave in and apologized, she would just let it go and not pursue the matter any further.
However, once this powerful and ruthless Uncle Yang takes action, the entire situation will be completely out of control and will instantly turn from a small conflict into a fierce fight to the death, with disastrous consequences.
"Jiang Yixue?"
Uncle Yang's voice was low and magnetic, but it carried an unquestionable majesty. He frowned slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling something related to Jiang Yixiu.
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "Since she is her friend, let's give her some face and not pursue this matter."
Having said that, he turned to look at the injured men brought by Zhao Chunhua who were lying on the ground groaning, and said, "Send your men to the hospital, and all the expenses will be reimbursed. However, this Xiao Chen offended you, and he needs to apologize." The tone was unquestionable, like an order from a superior.
Hearing Uncle Yang's words, it was like a reassurance pill fell into Zhao Chunhua's heart. Her originally tense nerves instantly relaxed, and the anger on her face dissipated a lot.
She nodded hastily and said, "I think so too. It will be fine as long as he is willing to apologize." She looked so anxious, as if she was afraid that Uncle Yang would change his mind.
Then, Uncle Yang cast a cold glance at Xiao Chen, his eyes flashing with cold light, like two sharp blades. He looked down at Xiao Chen, his voice as cold as ice: "Boy, my lady is a friend of Miss Jiang Yixiu, so I will give you a chance to live."
He deliberately dragged out the last word, and every word seemed to hit Xiao Chen's heart like a heavy hammer. "Apologize immediately and I won't take action. Otherwise, it's useless for Miss to say anything. Today, I will destroy you!" The momentum seemed to crush Xiao Chen completely.
"Are you going to destroy me?" In this slightly noisy yet tense space, Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as water, and his indifferent expression did not show any ripples.
His deep eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and he just glanced coldly at Uncle Yang beside him. That look seemed to penetrate the other's body, and instantly made Uncle Yang feel cold all over.
After this glance, he turned his head without any hesitation and looked straight at Zhao Chunhua not far away.
Xiao Chen spoke calmly. Although his voice was not loud, every word was clearly heard by everyone:
"Because you and Jiang Yixue are friends, I have been tolerant along the way. From the verbal provocations when you first met to the repeated difficulties afterwards, I pretended not to see or hear them all. But your subordinates are really too presumptuous!
His arrogant attitude, domineering words, and the malicious aura he released just now, each of them challenged my bottom line."
At this point, Xiao Chen paused, his eyes sharpened: "Alright, I'm not going to make it too difficult for you. As long as you bring out a spiritual medicine that is more than 300 years old, I will not pursue this matter today and let it go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude, I will definitely make your subordinate's cultivation completely useless!"
Zhao Chunhua, who was standing aside, heard what Xiao Chen said, and her brows knitted tightly, her face full of displeasure. She straightened up, raised her chin, and said with a bit of arrogance and disdain: "Xiao Chen, stop fooling around here! You must understand that a man of insight is a hero. You hit my benefactor. If it were someone else, you would have paid a heavy price long ago.
Now that we are not pursuing you, you should be happy and don't push your luck. We can indeed give Jiang Yixue face, but it is up to us to decide whether to give her face or not. If you continue to be so ungrateful, don't blame us for being rude."
Just as the tense atmosphere became more and more intense, a clear and pleasant voice came from a distance: "Don't give me face. I also want to see the excitement!" This voice seemed to carry a special magic, and instantly everyone's eyes looked in the direction where the voice came from.
Jiang Yixue appeared in everyone's sight silently, like a fairy dancing in the colorful flowers. Her steps were light and her figure was graceful. Every step seemed to be on the clouds, free and easy.
She walked slowly, step by step, towards Xiao Chen's side with a faint smile on her face, and her eyes revealed a barely perceptible expectation, as if she really wanted to see what kind of lively scene would happen next.
Immediately, Jiang Yixiu was wearing a well-tailored red cheongsam. The bright color was like a burning flame, setting off her fair skin and exquisite figure.
She raised her chin slightly, her beautiful eyes looking at Xiao Chen across from her firmly, and said, "Mr. Xiao, you don't have to worry about me. Just do whatever you want. Although this is nominally my place, if someone dares to bully my guests here, I will never sit idly by."
Her voice was clear and pleasant, yet it carried an unquestionable firmness.
Zhao Chunhua, who was standing aside, was wearing a fashionable dress and her hair was meticulously styled.
Hearing Jiang Yixiu's words, her brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she said in a slightly questioning tone: "Jiang Yixiu, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to favor this outsider?" Her voice was a little sharper, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment.
Jiang Yixue smiled lightly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her smile, and she said slowly:
"If you are determined to deal with him, do it now. Don't be embarrassed or afraid of offending me. I won't blame you. But I must warn you in advance that if your people are killed by him or their martial arts are disabled, don't expect me to take care of the matter."
Her eyes were cold as she stared straight at Zhao Chunhua.
Zhao Chunhua's eyes were full of confusion. She glanced back and forth between Jiang Yixiu and Xiao Chen and couldn't help asking, "Isn't he your friend? Why do you look like you want him to be beaten?" She really couldn't understand why Jiang Yixiu's attitude was so strange.
Jiang Yixue shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing a bit of loneliness, and said quietly: "Friends? I dream of having such friends, but unfortunately, I am not so lucky and do not deserve to have such so-called friends." Her voice was a little self-deprecating, which made people a little confused. (End of this chapter)
The reason why she was so angry was actually just to regain her lost face in front of everyone. In her mind, as long as the ignorant Xiao Chen was tactful and gave in and apologized, she would just let it go and not pursue the matter any further.
However, once this powerful and ruthless Uncle Yang takes action, the entire situation will be completely out of control and will instantly turn from a small conflict into a fierce fight to the death, with disastrous consequences.
"Jiang Yixue?"
Uncle Yang's voice was low and magnetic, but it carried an unquestionable majesty. He frowned slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling something related to Jiang Yixiu.
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "Since she is her friend, let's give her some face and not pursue this matter."
Having said that, he turned to look at the injured men brought by Zhao Chunhua who were lying on the ground groaning, and said, "Send your men to the hospital, and all the expenses will be reimbursed. However, this Xiao Chen offended you, and he needs to apologize." The tone was unquestionable, like an order from a superior.
Hearing Uncle Yang's words, it was like a reassurance pill fell into Zhao Chunhua's heart. Her originally tense nerves instantly relaxed, and the anger on her face dissipated a lot.
She nodded hastily and said, "I think so too. It will be fine as long as he is willing to apologize." She looked so anxious, as if she was afraid that Uncle Yang would change his mind.
Then, Uncle Yang cast a cold glance at Xiao Chen, his eyes flashing with cold light, like two sharp blades. He looked down at Xiao Chen, his voice as cold as ice: "Boy, my lady is a friend of Miss Jiang Yixiu, so I will give you a chance to live."
He deliberately dragged out the last word, and every word seemed to hit Xiao Chen's heart like a heavy hammer. "Apologize immediately and I won't take action. Otherwise, it's useless for Miss to say anything. Today, I will destroy you!" The momentum seemed to crush Xiao Chen completely.
"Are you going to destroy me?" In this slightly noisy yet tense space, Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as water, and his indifferent expression did not show any ripples.
His deep eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and he just glanced coldly at Uncle Yang beside him. That look seemed to penetrate the other's body, and instantly made Uncle Yang feel cold all over.
After this glance, he turned his head without any hesitation and looked straight at Zhao Chunhua not far away.
Xiao Chen spoke calmly. Although his voice was not loud, every word was clearly heard by everyone:
"Because you and Jiang Yixue are friends, I have been tolerant along the way. From the verbal provocations when you first met to the repeated difficulties afterwards, I pretended not to see or hear them all. But your subordinates are really too presumptuous!
His arrogant attitude, domineering words, and the malicious aura he released just now, each of them challenged my bottom line."
At this point, Xiao Chen paused, his eyes sharpened: "Alright, I'm not going to make it too difficult for you. As long as you bring out a spiritual medicine that is more than 300 years old, I will not pursue this matter today and let it go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude, I will definitely make your subordinate's cultivation completely useless!"
Zhao Chunhua, who was standing aside, heard what Xiao Chen said, and her brows knitted tightly, her face full of displeasure. She straightened up, raised her chin, and said with a bit of arrogance and disdain: "Xiao Chen, stop fooling around here! You must understand that a man of insight is a hero. You hit my benefactor. If it were someone else, you would have paid a heavy price long ago.
Now that we are not pursuing you, you should be happy and don't push your luck. We can indeed give Jiang Yixue face, but it is up to us to decide whether to give her face or not. If you continue to be so ungrateful, don't blame us for being rude."
Just as the tense atmosphere became more and more intense, a clear and pleasant voice came from a distance: "Don't give me face. I also want to see the excitement!" This voice seemed to carry a special magic, and instantly everyone's eyes looked in the direction where the voice came from.
Jiang Yixue appeared in everyone's sight silently, like a fairy dancing in the colorful flowers. Her steps were light and her figure was graceful. Every step seemed to be on the clouds, free and easy.
She walked slowly, step by step, towards Xiao Chen's side with a faint smile on her face, and her eyes revealed a barely perceptible expectation, as if she really wanted to see what kind of lively scene would happen next.
Immediately, Jiang Yixiu was wearing a well-tailored red cheongsam. The bright color was like a burning flame, setting off her fair skin and exquisite figure.
She raised her chin slightly, her beautiful eyes looking at Xiao Chen across from her firmly, and said, "Mr. Xiao, you don't have to worry about me. Just do whatever you want. Although this is nominally my place, if someone dares to bully my guests here, I will never sit idly by."
Her voice was clear and pleasant, yet it carried an unquestionable firmness.
Zhao Chunhua, who was standing aside, was wearing a fashionable dress and her hair was meticulously styled.
Hearing Jiang Yixiu's words, her brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she said in a slightly questioning tone: "Jiang Yixiu, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to favor this outsider?" Her voice was a little sharper, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment.
Jiang Yixue smiled lightly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in her smile, and she said slowly:
"If you are determined to deal with him, do it now. Don't be embarrassed or afraid of offending me. I won't blame you. But I must warn you in advance that if your people are killed by him or their martial arts are disabled, don't expect me to take care of the matter."
Her eyes were cold as she stared straight at Zhao Chunhua.
Zhao Chunhua's eyes were full of confusion. She glanced back and forth between Jiang Yixiu and Xiao Chen and couldn't help asking, "Isn't he your friend? Why do you look like you want him to be beaten?" She really couldn't understand why Jiang Yixiu's attitude was so strange.
Jiang Yixue shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing a bit of loneliness, and said quietly: "Friends? I dream of having such friends, but unfortunately, I am not so lucky and do not deserve to have such so-called friends." Her voice was a little self-deprecating, which made people a little confused. (End of this chapter)
