Chapter 168: The Eldest Young Master of Dongyang
They hailed two taxis to ride back together—seven people in total. He Zhixing, Jiang Ni, and Xiao Qian sat in the front of one car, while Zou Ning and her four sisters took the other. The taxis headed toward Zou Ning’s courtyard house.
Only after they left did the men dare to rise. The slightly shorter, burly man spat blood onto the ground. “Damn it, kid. If you’ve got guts, don’t leave so fast. Who the hell do you think you’re hitting? The Young Master Dongyang won’t let this slide!” Spitting again, he pulled out his phone and dialed. “Hey, Dong...”
After a long pause, a voice finally responded. It turned out that Young Master Dong was at a club in the CY district, entertaining some beauties and engaging in sparring practice. Dong had a passion for martial arts and was exceptionally skilled. He was mentored by a formidable old master known among the underworld as the “Mad Martialist.” With a wealthy and influential background, Dong was famous across BJ as one of four notorious young masters, known for his love of both beautiful women and combat.
Unlike his parents, who were immersed in business, Dong preferred fighting and the underworld. In BJ’s criminal circles, he controlled a significant territory with many loyal subordinates working for him.
Just then, Dong received a call from Gangzi, who tearfully recounted their beating, exaggerating the incident and insulting Dong’s enemies viciously. “They don’t even see you, Young Master Dong. They say you’re nothing but a miserable little worm—ugly and worthless!”
Furious, Dong slammed down the phone. “Damn it! How dare they speak of me like that? I’m going to make them regret it!” He picked up the phone, reassembled it after removing the battery, and called Gangzi back. “Who is that kid? What’s his background? Get someone to find out immediately. You have ten minutes.”
Gangzi obediently replied, “Yes, I’ll call right away.”
Less than five minutes later, Gangzi reported back. “Young Master Dong, we’ve got something. That kid’s not from around here. His name is He Zhixing, an antique dealer. He has a friend living near that courtyard where Zou Ning’s family resides—a man named Li Liang, a local with no notable background. I’m pretty sure those seven were heading toward Zou Ning’s place.”
“Good. Understood.”
Dong slammed his fist down on the table with a thunderous crack, shattering the thick wooden surface. “Hmph, He Zhixing... just wait.”
Without taking the stairs, he leapt straight to the third-floor window and dropped to the ground with the grace of a martial artist. Landing firmly, he immediately unlocked his Porsche with electronic controls, jumped in, and sped off like the wind.
Meanwhile, He Zhixing and the others were still en route to Zou Ning’s courtyard, about ten minutes away by car. They had left the main road, and the traffic was sparse. Soon, the gates of Zou Ning’s home came into view. He Zhixing thought, “Almost there...”
The women in the second taxi were a little drunk, two of them making a ruckus, singing loudly and babbling nonsense.
Just as He Zhixing thought they would safely reach their destination, an unexpected turn occurred. A Porsche suddenly overtook them and slammed on its brakes, blocking their path. A figure leapt out before the taxi driver could react, rushing forward with lightning speed. One palm struck the moving vehicle, halting it instantly. The driver had no choice but to brake.
He Zhixing gasped, “We’re dealing with a master!”
He quickly opened the door and jumped out from the side, finally getting a clear look at the unexpected visitor: tall, wearing black wrist guards and a black tank top that revealed well-defined muscles and abs. His face was rugged and square-jawed, with sharp, piercing eyes gleaming fiercely as they locked onto He Zhixing.