Chapter 101 Little Cutie

As soon as these words were spoken, anger surged among the members of the Hongjing Society. While many of them were aware of the special relationship between this man and the president, they were unfamiliar with Yang Chen. However, they couldn't tolerate any insult towards Qiangwei!

Several individuals from the Ximeng Society reached for their jackets, clearly ready to use their weapons.

Yang Chen waved his hand in frustration, gesturing for the young ones not to get too worked up. "What's the fuss about? Those of you with barely any facial hair can wait until you've grown some before getting involved. Sit down!"

Then, turning to the man with the pipe, Yang Chen chuckled, "You seem to know quite a bit. It seems we're of the same kind. But while you choose to be kept by President Situ, I prefer to be kept by a beauty. Our tastes differ. You're quite impressive, with your peculiar preferences."

The man with the pipe wasn't angered either; he sneered, "Smooth talker, but I wonder if you're any good at anything else. Can you satisfy that despicable person?"

"Little Pipe, no need to involve yourself with a little white-faced guy. We're here to visit Miss Qiangwei today, not to fight," another big shot from the Ximeng Society, a stout man, smirked. "Besides, this little white-faced guy looks so fragile, I doubt he can satisfy Miss Qiangwei. There's no need to ask."

Finally, a young leader from the Hongjing Society couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled out a shiny American-made Colt revolver from behind him, his face flushing red, and shouted at the stout man, "Say that again if you dare, Fatso?!"

Tension reached its peak!

"Young man, what's the rush?" the man known as Little Pipe sneered disdainfully. As soon as he finished speaking, he made a gesture behind him.

"Shush, shush, shush…"

At least twenty tall and burly men from the Ximeng Society instantly pulled out gleaming black weapons from their jackets. All of them were classic Browning pistols, semi-automatic firearms with a formidable firing range of up to 100 meters, far surpassing the power of ordinary revolvers.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen couldn't help but narrow his eyes. It seemed that in a direct confrontation, the Hongjing Society indeed couldn't compete with the Ximeng Society. They were far behind, especially in terms of weaponry. Situ Mingze controlled powerful weaponry, a gap that couldn't be bridged in the short term! This was the foundation laid by the Ximeng Society over the years. To shake it, they needed to cut off its source!

Although the members of the Hongjing Society were all young and passionate, willing to sacrifice themselves, they were not fools. In the face of the current situation, where they were clearly at a disadvantage, the Ximeng Society came prepared, bringing only the best of the best. Meanwhile, on their side, they were merely watching with concern for Qiangwei's injuries, not bringing enough manpower or weapons. How could they possibly contend with these ruthless killers from the Ximeng Society?

But being suppressed like this on their own turf made the young leaders of the Hongjing Society feel extremely uncomfortable. A sense of ferocity brewed in their chests, waiting to be unleashed.

Quietly, Yang Chen picked up the cocktail that Xiao Zhao had prepared, raised it towards Little Pipe from afar, and smiled. "Hey, I heard that fatso over there calls you 'Little Eunuch'?"

"What's it to you?" Little Pipe tapped the ash of his pipe arrogantly.

Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh. "Shouldn't your surname be Li?"

"Why?" Little Pipe asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Little Lixia? Isn't that the chief eunuch who served Empress Dowager Cixi, Li Lianying? Little Li, as in a family name, hence the nickname 'Eunuch'... Oh, and with a little one in tow, if you don't mind, 'Little Pigeon' suits you better." Yang Chen suggested cheerfully.

Little Pipe's face instantly darkened, but he laughed sarcastically, "You have a foul mouth. It seems you're not aware, each of my brothers behind me only needs to pull the trigger, and there will be a hole in your head. And if I shoot you down below, you'll be 'eunuched' first."

Yang Chen casually took a sip of his drink and smacked his lips, "Look how anxious you are. Let's talk nicely. Actually, I can understand someone like you, being kept by President Situ, even if you were truly 'eunuched.' After all, being kept by a man, it doesn't matter whether you're 'eunuched' or not, it's useless to you anyway."

Everyone present was astute enough to understand the underlying venom in Yang Chen's words. Not only did he insult Little Pipe, but he also included Situ Mingze, who had remained silent, among the deviants.

Little Pipe narrowed his eyes, and the fat man who had just spoken smirked, both looking towards Situ Mingze, hoping the president would give them the signal to act.

Meanwhile, those from the Hongjing Society burst into laughter, their eyes on Yang Chen showing both admiration and concern. After all, provoking these gun-wielding men could lead to being riddled with bullets in an instant.

Situ Mingze remained relatively calm, adjusting his clothes, and lifted his head with a smile that was neither a smile nor a sneer, watching Yang Chen like a clown, "Why bother, young man? Sometimes, one should know their place. By doing this, you've humiliated my brothers, which makes it difficult for me as their leader."

Situ Mingze's gaze made Yang Chen uncomfortable. He detested that look, the one that regarded him as insignificant. Based solely on that look, Yang Chen had already blacklisted this guy.

"In fact, I've been curious since just now. Why are you angry about your daughter being spoken ill of, but speak up when your brothers are insulted? Or is it that, in your eyes, nothing else matters except the Ximeng Society?" Yang Chen had been curious about this issue all along. Could a father really disregard family ties, allowing his daughter to leave, even rebel, in order to gain greater power and status? Especially considering that Qiangwei was no ordinary girl; her ability to establish the second largest gang in the Western District, the Hongjing Society, in just a few years spoke volumes.

Situ Mingze seemed to find it the most absurd thing in the world, laughing as he clapped the sofa, "You're such an adorably foolish young man, naive and cute."

"I don't like those two sentences," Yang Chen said truthfully, "I'm neither foolish nor naive."

"So what? I'll say what I want! No one can stop me! Especially not you!" Situ Mingze's expression turned stern, like a lion awakening from slumber. "Qiangwei is my daughter. No matter what, she's my daughter. But who says a daughter can't become an enemy?"

"Your words are really contradictory," Yang Chen frowned.

"Not contradictory at all," Situ Mingze sneered. "Do you know about the missile strike on the South Alliance Embassy by the Sam Nation over a decade ago?"

"I have some recollection. I was still young at the time," Yang Chen nodded.

"At that time, Yanxia wasn't as powerful as it is now. The officials from the Sam Nation used a 'mistaken bombing' as an excuse and didn't bother to explain further. However, at the same time, the President of the Sam Nation, visiting Yanxia, expressed sympathy for the bombing of their country during a meeting. That's the reality of it: interests are interests, sentiments are sentiments. There's nothing strange about it."

Yang Chen understood his meaning. Situ Mingze was hurt because Qiangwei was his person, but his visit to see her had nothing to do with him! He couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, "Now I suddenly feel like you're the naive one. Do you think you're the Sam Nation?"

"I only know that you're definitely not Yanxia," Situ Mingze sneered.

Little Pipe, who was sitting beside them, didn't quite understand their conversation and impatiently said, "Boss, let me just shoot this guy!"

Before Little Pipe could act, Zhang Hu, who had been sitting still the whole time, suddenly grabbed a pistol from one of the guards behind him with a fierce aura and roared, "You don't need to do it, Boss. I'll take care of this annoying brat first!"

With that, Zhang Hu released the safety and aimed the gun at Yang Chen...

In the tense atmosphere of the bar, no one expected Zhang Hu to suddenly express such anger and want to kill for Situ Mingze.

"Stop!"

Situ Mingze spoke at the critical moment, stopping Zhang Hu. He looked somewhat satisfied and said, "Tiger, I know your loyalty. But now is not the time to shoot. Don't forget our purpose today."

"But, Boss..." Zhang Hu was a bit anxious, still wanting to say something.

"Obey my command," Situ Mingze said solemnly.

Zhang Hu could only angrily return the gun to the guard behind him and sit back in his seat, but he still glared fiercely at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen didn't show any change in expression, but he was delighted inside. This Zhang Hu was quite the actor; he could win an Oscar for sure.

"I came here today to see how my daughter Qiangwei is doing. I have no intention of getting violent. Otherwise, setting off a few bombs inside the bar would be more in line with my style," Situ Mingze said. "But if I don't get to see my daughter soon, I can't guarantee what I might do."

With everyone on edge, knowing Situ Mingze wasn't joking, they couldn't just let the injured Qiangwei come out hastily. Subconsciously, all members of the Hongjing Society moved towards the corridor where Qiangwei was located. If Situ Mingze's people tried to force their way in, everyone was prepared to fight to the end.

Just then, a familiar voice came from the corridor. "Don't block the way."

All members of the Hongjing Society turned around in shock and found Qiangwei, dressed in a violet lace-edged top, tight black capris, and a colorful belt around her waist, suddenly appearing behind them. Her long, silky hair still bore traces of dampness, as if she had just finished bathing. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes bright and moist, exuding a bewitching charm.

"Sister... are you... are you okay?" Many members of the Hongjing Society were too surprised to speak. Wasn't Qiangwei shot? How come she looked fine as if nothing happened?!

Several bigwigs from the Ximeng Society also stood up uneasily. They couldn't believe it. They had accurate intelligence that Qiangwei was shot in the abdomen and might still be unconscious. How did she suddenly appear in front of everyone alive and well? It seemed like she hadn't suffered any harm at all!

Of course, they wouldn't think their intelligence was wrong, but they couldn't understand how someone could recover from a gunshot wound so quickly! Was she pretending to be okay? Putting up a front? But it didn't seem like it!

A myriad of emotions flashed through Situ Mingze's deep eyes. Finally, his gaze met Qiangwei's as she walked out. This estranged father and daughter, without a word, stared at each other as if they were long-lost family, examining each other, and the atmosphere became even more peculiar.