Watching the nervous and polite way these security guards were acting toward those few guys, a small flame began to rise once more in Xu Ze’s bright eyes…
“So these guys have quite a background… no wonder they can be so arrogant and reckless here at Jinxiu Huatian…” Thinking about how Lin Yumeng had almost been in danger today, Xu Ze couldn’t help but press his lips together firmly, his slender eyebrows lifting high…
The security supervisor then realized that the person who had injured several of these young masters was probably the young man right in front of him. He raised his head, ready to yell at Xu Ze, but when he caught the flickering light overhead and saw Xu Ze’s gloomy expression and the bone-chilling coldness in his eyes, the security supervisor felt a chill run through his heart. Startled, the words of reproach got stuck in his throat, circled around, and he didn’t dare to let them out.
But while the security supervisor hesitated and kept quiet, the blond-haired young man he had just helped up covered his face, his eyes red, and glared at Xu Ze with gritted teeth, furious at how this guy dared to slap him around. Poor guy—since the day he was born, when had anyone ever beaten him like this?
He had been in Xingcheng for so many years, and no one had ever dared to treat him this way, especially not some young person around his own age. There really weren’t many people in Xingcheng bold enough to do this to him…
So, rubbing his still-throbbing cheek and tasting the hint of blood in his mouth, he stared at Xu Ze with bloodshot eyes. Then, suddenly, he reached behind his back and pulled out an object, pointing it at Xu Ze as he angrily shouted, “You dared to hit me… do you even know who I am? Do you know who my dad is? How dare you hit me… you’re asking to die…”
The security supervisor beside him was just then cursing himself. After all these years in the game, how had he suddenly become such a coward that even a kid who hadn’t even grown all his hair yet could scare him?
He had just taken a deep breath and was about to teach that clueless kid a lesson so that Young Master Yang could blow off some steam, when he saw the kid pull out such a thing from his waist. Instantly, his face turned pale with fright…
“Young Master Yang… Young Master Yang… you can’t do this… really, you can’t…” The security supervisor, face ashen, stared at the sleek, dark handgun in Young Master Yang’s hand and pleaded with him in a panicked voice, “Young Master Yang… you really can’t do this. Please calm down… let me handle him for you…”
At the same time, he frantically signaled to the three other security guards, urging them to go deal with that clueless kid first and help Young Master Yang vent his anger. Otherwise, if Young Master Yang had a few more drinks today and with a bit more salt rubbed into the wound, lost his mind because of this kid, and actually shot someone…
Then the trouble for both him and Jinxiu Huatian would be enormous. Not only would he never be able to work in Xingcheng again, but even his boss would be in deep trouble…
Meanwhile, Xu Ze stared at the gun Young Master Yang had suddenly pulled out. There wasn’t a trace of fear in his eyes—only a faint look of contemplation.
“Young Master Yang… could it be Yang Li…?” A thought crossed Xu Ze’s mind, and he furrowed his brow slightly. Looking at that 95-style police handgun, he was almost certain that this Young Master Yang must be the son of Yang Li, the head of the Xingcheng Police Bureau. Otherwise, even the mayor’s son wouldn’t be able to get their hands on a gun like that.
“And there’s Young Master Hu, Young Master Lin…” The cold glint in Xu Ze’s eyes sharpened again. It seemed these guys were also part of Xingcheng’s privileged “princeling” crowd—no wonder they acted just as arrogantly and recklessly as Zhang Juntao had back in the day.
“That guy holding the gun is indeed Yang Li’s son, Yang Xiaoming. The two holding wine bottles are Hu Ziran, son of Health Bureau Director Hu Qingniu, and Lin Junyan, son of Industry and Commerce Bureau Director Lin Zhijing. The other two are sons of deputy bureau directors as well…” Xiaodao had already scanned their appearances into the system and quickly hacked into certain databases. After a few seconds of cross-referencing, he had identified all of them…
Then Xiaodao chuckled softly, “And the last one, the only one not injured—guess who he is?”
Hearing Xiaodao’s meaningful laugh, Xu Ze furrowed his brow again and snorted lightly, “Who is it?”
“The son of Secretary-General Lin… Lin Yu. He’s actually somewhat connected to you,” Xiaodao said with a quiet laugh.
“The son of Secretary-General Lin?” Xu Ze raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
After figuring out who these people were, Xu Ze didn’t bother paying much attention to Yang Xiaoming and his gun. He didn’t even put Lin Yumeng down—he just held her in his arms without any intention of stepping back…
For him, a light weapon like that wasn’t much of a threat anyway. The kid was probably already drunk out of his mind and, blinded by rage at Xu Ze, hadn’t even taken the safety off. There was no way he could actually hurt anyone…
But the security supervisor didn’t know the safety was still on. Naturally, his face was pale with fear as he charged over with two of his guards.
“Kid, I’m trying to save your life here. Why did you have to go and provoke them? Let us rough you up a bit first so Young Master Yang can blow off some steam and put the gun away…” The security supervisor cursed under his breath, now hating Xu Ze for causing all this trouble. He fully intended to beat Xu Ze up first.
The supervisor wasn’t exactly useless—he had once run with the crowds in Xingcheng’s underworld. And with his men backing him up, their charge at Xu Ze carried some real menace.
Behind them, Yang Xiaoming had originally been itching to use his gun on Xu Ze, but seeing his lackeys step in to fight for him calmed him down a bit. A cruel smile spread across his face as he watched Xu Ze with the gun in hand. He was confident this kid couldn’t take on three security guards at once.
And with him holding a gun, there was no way this brat would dare fight back. Later, he’d go over and personally give him a beating to get revenge for that slap. Yang Xiaoming was feeling pretty pleased with himself.
It wasn’t just him. The sons of those two deputy bureau directors, who had also been smacked by Xu Ze earlier, widened their eyes at the sight of the handgun in Yang Xiaoming’s hand. Their earlier fear faded, replaced by smugness, as the three security guards swarmed in to fight on their behalf.
The security supervisor was a burly man, his suit jacket stretched tight over his frame. With an angry grunt, he raised his hand and swung a slap straight at Xu Ze.
Seeing the confident look in the supervisor’s eyes, Xu Ze’s face twisted into a look of disdain. That made the supervisor pause for a moment.
He had thought that with Xu Ze carrying someone in his arms, a slap like this would land easily. But when he saw that look of disdain, his heart skipped a beat in surprise.
Then Xu Ze moved. A powerful force struck the supervisor from below. Before he could react, Xu Ze’s foot slammed into his stomach. With a muffled groan, he staggered backward and collapsed.
The two other security guards didn’t fare much better. Against Xu Ze’s strength—far beyond that of an elite special forces soldier—each took a kick, cried out in pain, and stumbled back.
When Yang Xiaoming saw that three security guards had been taken down in just two moves, his smug, cruel expression wavered. The sheer force of Xu Ze’s ability left his lips trembling faintly.
But then he felt the weight and coldness of the gun in his hand, and his confidence returned. The fear in his eyes vanished, replaced by a renewed glare at Xu Ze.
Yang Xiaoming raised his gun, pointed it at Xu Ze, and laughed coldly. “So this is why you dared to lay a hand on me—you’ve got some skills. But no matter how good you are, can you dodge a bullet?”
“Put the girl down, kowtow to me twice, and I’ll let you off the hook today,” Yang Xiaoming said, grinning smugly as he stared at Xu Ze.
Seeing Yang Xiaoming holding the gun, seemingly in complete control, the others crowded around. Even the injured Hu Ziran and Lin Junyan circled over, gathering near Yang Xiaoming, their faces alight with excitement and cruelty. These guys were the type who feared nothing—otherwise, they wouldn’t have had the waitstaff slip hallucinogens to so many people in this private room just to mess with a few girls.
Now that Yang Xiaoming had pulled out a gun, their courage swelled. With puffed-out chests, they fixed their vicious stares on Xu Ze, waiting for him to kneel so they could give him a proper beating.
“Get on your knees, damn it! You broke my hand—if I don’t teach you a lesson today, I won’t be able to live with myself!” Hu Ziran sneered, glaring at Xu Ze.
“Kneel! Kneel!” The others joined in, shouting excitedly, hurling insults at Xu Ze.
Watching their faces twist with excitement under the flickering, disorienting lights, Xu Ze couldn’t help but sigh softly. These princelings, relying on their families’ influence, had become so arrogant that they’d even dare to pull out a gun and threaten someone. They had no idea how reckless they were being.
“Did you record all of that?” Xu Ze asked Xiaodao coldly.
“Don’t worry, it’s all recorded. None of these guys are getting away with anything,” Xiaodao replied smugly. As an advanced future-system, if he hadn’t thought of that, what was he even good for?
Hearing Xiaodao’s answer, Xu Ze glanced at the people in front of him and let out a soft snort. Inducing drug use in others—and a lot of people at that—plus illegally possessing a police-issued handgun and threatening others… that was no small list of crimes.
“Today, I’ll teach these guys a good lesson and get some proper revenge for Lin Yumeng at the same time.” Xu Ze’s gaze hardened. He looked at the smug, vicious group of princelings, then at Lin Yu, who wore the same cruel expression from within the crowd. With a soft sigh, he thought, Today, I guess I’ll have to help Secretary-General Lin discipline his son too.
With that thought, Xu Ze stepped forward and delivered a fierce kick.
