stjorthotic Chapter 244 definitely deserves a beating.
Chapter 244 definitely deserves a beating.
Jiang Xianlong covered his rapidly swelling left cheek, completely stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He could even feel his teeth loosening and taste the blood in his mouth.
I... got hit?
In front of so many people, he was slapped hard across the face by some random kid who came from nowhere.
"You...you fucking dare to hit me?!" Jiang Xianlong roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he pointed at Ning Xiuyang.
Ning Xiuyang stood up and looked down at him, his eyes as cold as the Siberian chill.
"I not only dare to hit you, I dare to kill you, you believe me?"
His voice wasn't loud, even calm, but the chilling killing intent hidden beneath that calm made Jiang Xianlong tremble, and he swallowed back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.
The fake socialites around them were also terrified.
Many of them usually rely on Chiang Hsien-lung, their "god of wealth," for their livelihood, and they were all stunned to see him being beaten.
"My God, how dare he lay a hand on me?"
"Who is this guy? Is he crazy? That's Young Master Jiang!"
"Young Master Jiang is Young Master Zheng's man. If he hits Young Master Jiang, isn't that the same as slapping Young Master Zheng in the face? He's dead!"
Hearing the surrounding chatter, Shen Youyou wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she straightened her back and retorted in a clear voice with a hint of arrogance and disdain: "What? Is it okay for your Young Master Jiang to spew filth, but not for my master to clean up the mess?"
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the gossiping fake socialites, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"That's true, you're happy to be 'clothes' for everyone to ride on, but we're not like you. After all, you're 'socialites,' aren't we?"
"you!"
Those fake socialites were speechless, their faces turning red with anger.
The commotion finally alerted Chen Lin and Zheng Wenxin, who were not far away.
The two immediately stopped talking and quickly walked over.
"What's going on?!" Chen Lin frowned, his face looking rather grim.
"Brother Xin, Young Master Lin, you must stand up for me!"
Upon seeing Zheng Wenxin, Jiang Xianlong rushed over as if he'd seen a savior, pointing at Ning Xiuyang and tearfully complaining, "I... I just came over to have a drink with this brother, just joking around. I said Young Master Zheng had his eye on his girl and wanted to be friends with him... who knew he'd start hitting me without saying a word!"
He downplayed the seriousness of the matter, portraying himself as an innocent victim.
"Brother Xin, don't we all make jokes like this all the time in our circle? He... he's such a sore loser! This is completely disrespectful to you and Young Master Lin!"
Chen Lin's face darkened further.
He knew, of course, that what Chiang Hsien-lung said was true. This kind of sordid game of "swapping clothes" was not uncommon in this circle, and he himself had played it before.
But he knew Ning Xiuyang's temperament even better!
Ning Xiuyang had the mindset of a traditional man: his woman could only be touched by him, and no outsider was allowed to even glance at her; he wanted complete possession and ownership.
It's not that he's out of touch with the times; it's just that everyone has their own ideas.
This matter has escalated to the point where it's definitely not going to end here!
Zheng Wenxin's face also darkened. He glanced at Jiang Xianlong, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and then at Ning Xiuyang, who was expressionless.
He was already somewhat displeased.
You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.
To beat up his people in front of him is undoubtedly a provocation against Zheng Wenxin's authority.
But he didn't react immediately. Instead, he looked at Ning Xiuyang and asked in a low voice, "Is what he said true?"
All eyes were once again focused on Ning Xiuyang.
Ning Xiuyang smiled.
He didn't answer Zheng Wenxin's question, but looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a clown.
Then, he slowly opened his mouth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Young Master Zheng, is this the kind of quality your dog has?"
"Or perhaps, what that dog just said... actually represented your intentions, Young Master Zheng?"
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent!
If hitting someone just now was a provocation, then this statement is a blatant declaration of war!
Ning Xiuyang's words were like a bombshell, exploding at the party!
Everyone present, whether they were rich kids or fake socialites, gasped in shock.
crazy!
This guy named Ning Xiuyang is absolutely insane!
He actually dared to point his finger at Zheng Wenxin in front of everyone and call him a dog owner? He even questioned him about whether he had ordered his men to steal women?
This isn't just a slap in the face; it's tearing Zheng Wenxin's face off and then stomping on it!
"Holy crap, who's this guy? He's amazing!"
"Does he not know who Young Master Zheng is? The Zheng family's businesses are all over Zhonghai, with assets worth tens of billions, and assets they can directly or indirectly influence are at least in the hundreds of billions. If you offend him, how will you ever be able to get along in Zhonghai again?"
"It's over, it's over. This friend Chen Lin brought is probably not going to leave this hotel today."
The surrounding chatter rose and fell, and the gazes directed at Ning Xiuyang were filled with sympathy, pity, and a hint of schadenfreude.
A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Chen Lin's forehead.
He rubbed his forehead, inwardly groaning.
My dear Yang, I know you're awesome, but you don't have to be so tough, do you?
Although Zheng Wenxin is not a good person, the Zheng family's influence in Zhonghai is deeply rooted. If you really piss him off, there will be endless troubles!
He was about to step forward to smooth things over, but was stopped by a cold look from Zheng Wenxin.
There was no trace of a smile on Zheng Wenxin's face.
Instead, there was a somber, frosty landscape.
He stared intently at Ning Xiuyang, his sinister eyes flashing with a dangerous light, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
The temperature in the air seemed to have dropped several degrees.
Shen Yourong, standing to the side, was so nervous that her heart was in her throat. She clung tightly to Ning Xiuyang's arm, her palms covered in cold sweat.
She was so afraid, so afraid that Ning Xiuyang would fall into an abyss because of her.
Only Shen Youyou remained filled with adoration and fanaticism.
The owner is so handsome!
That's so awesome!
This is a real man!
This is how a real man should act!
Ning Xiuyang ignored Zheng Wenxin's murderous gaze.
He even picked up a wine glass from the table, poured himself a glass of wine, took a small sip, and acted as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
This extreme contempt is more lethal than any vicious language.
Zheng Wenxin's chest heaved violently, clearly on the verge of exploding in rage.
But he was ultimately a very shrewd and calculating person.
He knew that Chen Lin had brought this person along specifically today and even addressed him as a brother, so this person's identity was probably not simple.
He didn't want to go too far before he had a clear understanding of the other party's background.
"hehe……"
Zheng Wenxin suddenly laughed, a chilling laugh that sent shivers down one's spine.
He raised his hand, straightened the cuffs of his expensive shirt, and slowly began to speak:
"My dog is unruly and barks and howls all the time, so it really deserves to be punished."