Chapter 101 - 101 Little Cutie

Chapter 101: 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 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.