377: Chapter 377: Did I Agree to Let You Go?
377: Chapter 377: Did I Agree to Let You Go?
“Mind your own business,” Zhao Xinxin said irritably, also secretly relieved.
Tangyu’s gaze shifted to the Hummer; the door opened, and a tall figure got out.
This car wasn’t running away; it was waiting here for Tangyu to come out.
Seeing who it was, Tangyu’s eyes narrowed: “It’s you, Wang Jian.”
A cold arc formed at the corner of Wang Jian’s mouth as he gave a bizarre smile, “It’s me.
How about that hit just now?
Felt good, right?
Just a pity, it didn’t hurt you.
Seems I didn’t hit hard enough.
Had I known, I would have gone all out with the car.
It looks like I underestimated the quality of your BMW.”
Zhao Xinxin’s brows lifted slightly, naturally understanding that the person driving the Hummer and hitting Tangyu did it on purpose and it wasn’t just an accident.
They chose to hit the tail of the car, which was meant as a reprisal against Tangyu, not really intending to kill him.
With such matters, Zhao Xinxin could not intercede, so she just glanced at Tangyu and moved aside.
She knew that now, Tangyu had to handle it.
Without needing a word from Tangyu, just a change in his expression was enough for Zhao Xinxin to understand, so she stepped aside on her own initiative.
Seeing Zhao Xinxin’s actions, Tangyu smiled to himself, “Indeed a smart woman.”
“Is this your way of getting back at me?” Tangyu asked Wang Jian indifferently.
Wang Jian smirked coldly, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the Hummer, “Exactly, last time at Linshan Middle School you made me suffer a huge loss, so today is my payback.
I, Wang Jian, do not take losses lightly.
Last time I wasn’t a match for you, I accepted my defeat, but today I got the chance, so of course I have to retaliate.
This way, we’re even.
However, I still remember the debt for you bullying my cousin, and if I get a chance, I’ll still act against you.”
Tangyu curled his lip: “I don’t like being schemed against, nor do I like being at a disadvantage.
I don’t care about the reasons, no one gets to take advantage of me.
Always, only I take advantage of others, not the other way around.”
“What next?” Wang Jian looked unafraid and defiant as he faced Tangyu.
“So today, you will pay the appropriate price,” Tangyu said.
Wang Jian laughed, a mix of mockery and derision: “I know you’re formidable, I admit I can’t beat you, so I won’t fight you.
At most, this was just an accident, and however you want to handle it, I’m game.
Whether you call the police, or you bring out the ‘Great Power’ to deal with it, it’s up to you.
I know you’re the son-in-law of the Liu Family, you could simply have your father-in-law call someone over to handle this.
It’s just a car you wrecked, I’ll compensate, it’s not a big deal.”
“Of course you’ll compensate for the car, but it’s not just a simple compensation.
You almost injured me just now, and I will carefully calculate this with you,” Tangyu said.
“Humph, and what else do you want?
What, are you thinking of hitting me?” Wang Jian sneered.
“Congratulations, you guessed right,” Tangyu said.
Wang Jian’s mouth twitched, his expression growing cold and a bit unsightly: “You want to play, but unfortunately, I’m not accompanying.” As he said this, Wang Jian moved to open the car door and leave.
But the instant Wang Jian turned around, Tangyu also moved.
He dashed towards Wang Jian at breakneck speed, his figure shadowing him, turning into a streak of light.
The speed was so fast that it would have left anyone who saw it astonished.
Even Bogut, the world record holder in the 100-meter dash, would be dumbfounded because Tangyu’s speed was not inferior to his, perhaps even faster.
This was simply a speed beyond human comprehension, one that pushed the limits.
This time, Tangyu was truly angered, so he also utilized Pure Yang Qi to boost his speed to the extreme.
In the blink of an eye, Tangyu charged in front of the Hummer.
At that moment, Wang Jian had just opened the door, only to feel a formidable force strike the door, closing it again.
At the same time, a chilly voice reached his ears: “Did I say you could leave?”
Looking up, Wang Jian saw Tangyu standing beside him, his expression greatly shaken, his eyes twitching as he stared in surprise: “So fast, how could you be that fast?”
Tangyu’s lips curved slightly: “You guess?”
These words nearly sent Wang Jian into a rage.
Immediately, he became cautious, instinctively stepping back a few paces, creating a distance between himself and Tangyu.
He had fought against Tangyu before and knew very well that Tangyu’s strength was terrifying, far beyond his own.
Fighting in terms of strength, he knew he was no match for Tangyu, and fighting him would only lead to his own suffering.
Originally, he planned to taunt a bit then directly drive away; as long as he got on the car, he didn’t believe Tangyu could become a monsters that could handle him.
But he had never expected that Tangyu would intercept him before he could get into the car.
“I’m not a match for you, I admit defeat, I won’t fight you,” Wang Jian gritted his teeth and simply conceded.
“Concede, did I agree?
You don’t have to fight me, you’re only good for getting beaten anyway.
I’m in a terrible mood today, so I want you to feel the same,” Tangyu said, transforming from a gentle scholar to a fearsome villain in an instant.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tangyu lunged at Wang Jian, leaving no room for negotiation.
“Damn, he’s serious,” Wang Jian muttered bitterly, almost on the verge of tears.
He really hadn’t planned on fighting Tangyu today, but some things are beyond human control.
He didn’t expect Tangyu to be so domineering and proud, leaving him no chance of backing down.
Such a person was indeed terrifying.
Normally as calm as a placid lake, gentle and kind.
But when fierce, he was like a flood beast, becoming extraordinarily terrifying.
These two contrasting qualities merged into one person, making him both righteous and wicked, and hard to read.
Now that Tangyu had made his move, Wang Jian had no choice but to brace himself and respond—it wasn’t like he could just stand there and take a beating.
“Bang!
Bang!” Just as Wang Jian was about to make a move, he felt two fierce punches land heavily on him, exploding like bombs on his body, causing his blood to surge in reverse.
Wang Jian cried out in pain as his body was hurled backwards three meters and slammed into the ground.
He tried to rise but felt a dull pain in his chest and a sudden movement in his throat, a taste of blood surged up.
Wang Jian fought the urge to vomit the blood, but traces of bright red blood still spilled from the corner of his mouth.
“Damn it, I’ve never been beaten to the point of vomiting blood.
This is so humiliating,” Wang Jian said, overwhelmed with anger and bitterness.
Wang Jian wanted to fight back, but felt utterly powerless, like a small boat in rough water or a blade of grass in a fierce wind.
Before Wang Jian could even stand, Tangyu’s figure charged towards him again, punching and kicking without reservation; it turned into a relentless beating, devolving into the chaos of a street brawl.
Wang Jian could only curl up, absorbing the pain, lying there in complete disarray.
“Tangyu, enough!
Don’t push me,” Wang Jian roared, his fury booming.
When had he ever been beaten like this?
In the upper echelons of Donglin City, he, Wang Jian, was a well-known figure.
His family, the Wang Family, was one of the seven wealthy powers in Donglin City, a true behemoth.
As the elder son, wherever he went, he was a sought-after figure.
He’d never suffered such indignity.
“I am forcing you!
Try and hit me if you can.
If you can’t hit me, then it’s my turn to hit you.
I am determined to beat you today, to see if you’ll dare bother me again,” Tangyu said, throwing punches and kicks without any intent of stopping.
Despite Wang Jian being tough-skinned and muscular, he couldn’t withstand this continued onslaught.
Soon, he was covered in bruises, his face swollen, seeing stars.
“This guy, sometimes really is like a mad dog,” Zhao Xinxin mused, watching the brutal scene from a distance.
A car sped towards them and screeched to a halt.
Two men in black dashed out, pulled out pistols, and aimed them at Tangyu with a fierce shout, “Stop, let go of our young master!”
These were Wang Jian’s bodyguards.
Seeing the bodyguards point guns at him, Tangyu finally stopped his assault, but not before viciously kicking Wang Jian once more.
The bodyguards wanted to shoot, but without Wang Jian’s command, they dared not act rashly, only watching as Tangyu brutalized Wang Jian.
With Tangyu halted, one bodyguard continued to guard Tangyu while the other quickly helped Wang Jian up.
Furious, Wang Jian seized a gun from the bodyguard and aimed it at Tangyu, spitting a mouthful of blood, his face twisted with ferocity, “You enjoyed hitting me just now, didn’t you?
One bullet and it’s over for you.
Let’s see you brag then!” Wang Jian’s anger erupted, his dignity as a notable figure in Donglin City now in shambles.
If word got out, how could he face anyone in Donglin’s upper society?
Tangyu faced Wang Jian, showing little fear.
“I really don’t like people pointing guns at me.
You should put that gun away.
You hit my car, I beat you up, and now we’re even.
If you want to leave, you can go.
If you want to continue, I’m more than willing to oblige.”
“Hmph, you think I won’t shoot?” Wang Jian grimaced darkly.
Tangyu responded, “If you dare, go ahead.”
Wang Jian was exasperated; he truly didn’t dare shoot.
Tangyu was not just anyone—his connections and his position as the son-in-law of the Liu Family were enough to deter Wang Jian from shooting.
If he dared to publicly shoot Tangyu here, even as the elder son of the Wang Family, he couldn’t avoid prison, and his life would be ruined.
Besides, Wang Jian knew Tangyu’s capabilities; he wasn’t fully confident his bullets would take Tangyu’s life.
Facing such an opponent, he had to be cautious, not acting without full assurance.
“What if I order him to shoot?” Wang Jian asked with a smirk.
Hearing Wang Jian’s words, the other bodyguard hesitated not a bit, aiming the gun at Tangyu’s head.
With just a command from Wang Jian, he would shoot.
He understood the consequences—trading life for life, a typical scapegoat move.
Seeing guns drawn, Zhao Xinxin turned pale with fear, yet still summoned the courage to walk over to Tangyu’s side.