Xiao Yaning suddenly had a strong feeling that the man before her must have a story.
In his heart, he couldn't be as bland or even as giggly as he appeared on the outside. Perhaps it was all just a disguise.
Xiao Yaning's eyes were fixed on Su Chen, as if trying to discern something.
Feeling a bit creeped out by her bright, watery gaze, Su Chen lit a cigarette and said earnestly,
"He was certainly subdued by my great personality. A profligate like him, under the radiance of my great personality, would have all his inner dark and hidden corners turned inside out. He had no choice but to bow his head in reverence, which shows that the guy was not beyond redemption."
"Did you see how he slapped his own face and wept bitterly afterward? It was truly moving. It shows that he truly repented," Su Chen said without noticing Xiao Yaning's disdainful look. Shaking his head, he added, "I guess I can be considered as 'saving souls' as the Buddha said."
"Su Chen, can I ask you something?"
Xiao Yaning asked out of the blue, and Su Chen nodded.
"Can you be even more shameless?"
Xiao Yaning sighed. Did this guy think everyone else was foolish? Did Long Xiaobin repent and show penitence? He was clearly frightened by you, wasn't he?
Of course, she understood that Su Chen didn't want to tell her the reason, so she didn't press further.
Xiao Yaning was a person who knew her boundaries and propriety. She wasn't that familiar with Su Chen yet.
However, what she didn't expect was for Su Chen to reply to her somewhat sarcastic question without any hesitation with one word— "Yes"!
.....
Since Su Chen came with Lin Chao, he could only take a taxi when leaving.
After getting into the car, he dozed off in the back seat. The driver was a local from Jianghai and quite talkative. Addressing Su Chen as "young brother" and chatting, Su Chen responded intermittently.
Just as the car entered a somewhat secluded alley, Su Chen's eyes suddenly snapped open, as if shooting out sharp light.
"Driver, please stop the car," Su Chen called out, tapping the driver on the shoulder from behind.
"What's up, young brother?" the taxi driver asked, hitting the brakes and turning around.
"It's nothing, I just remembered that I have a friend nearby. Since I'm passing by, I might as well drop in for a visit."
Despite this, they weren't afraid. In their view, someone as young as their adversary could at most possess Primary Stage Qi Refinement, not much different from them.
But they were four to one, so although the situation proved a bit tricky, they were confident in capturing this young man.
"Who sent you here?"
With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, Su Chen asked indifferently.
"You don't need to know. All that matters is that today is the day you die," the man in the black robe said coldly, feeling slighted by Su Chen's cavalier attitude.
"Then let me have a guess," Su Chen tilted his head slightly, "Is it that trash Wu Yuanpin who sent you?"
After arriving in Jianghai, Su Chen figured that among those he had provoked, probably only the Wu Family, as the head of the Four Great Families, had the clout to send four Martial Arts practitioners in one go.
It was somewhat surprising to Su Chen that the Wu Family had such deep resources; it seemed there was good reason for the Four Great Families to have stood firm in Jiangnan for a hundred years.
Of course, in Su Chen's eyes, this was still nothing significant; leaving other factors aside, just any high-level action team from the Nether Temple could completely crush them.
"Dare to call our Young Master trash, you must be tired of living," one of the younger men in white robes said, glaring at Su Chen fiercely as he spoke.
"But what I said is the truth. Isn't he trash?" Su Chen looked disdainful as he curled his lip, "Not just him, in my eyes, all of you are nothing but trash."
"You're courting death!"
The young man who had just spoken suddenly stomped the ground, lunging at Su Chen like an arrow released from its bow.
The others didn't stop him, curious to see just how capable this arrogant youth was, speaking with such audacity.
The white-robed young man, when about two meters away from Su Chen, suddenly leapt into the air, lashing out with a precise snap kick towards Su Chen.
His leg was straight as a rod, ripping through the air, aiming directly at Su Chen!
His expertise in leg techniques was profound, the power of his kick fierce like thunder, stirring up a gust of wind wherever it passed.
In an instant, the formidable snap kick was less than half a meter in front of Su Chen's face.
Yet, at this moment, Su Chen's hands remained in his pockets, his expression serene.
The white-robed young man's companions all sneered inwardly at the young man's ignorance, not even attempting to dodge at this point, thinking he no longer had a chance.