Chapter 198 - 196: Call Him Over

CLANG.

The dagger in Zheng Changgong’s hand fell to the ground. An ear-piercing scream followed immediately. He turned pale from the pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The Ferrari driver slumped on the ground, his scalp tingling with fear, eyes filled with horror and shock. He suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why did he have to provoke this man?

"Will you speak, or not?" Ye Xuan hoisted Zheng Changgong off the ground by his broken hand and asked in a deep voice.

"You dared to hurt me! The Qilin Chief will not let you off! In Jingcheng, the Qilin Hall is like a god. Since you dared to offend me, don’t even think about leaving here alive!" Zheng Changgong was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but he still didn’t dare betray the Qilin Chief. He braced himself and spat out the threat.

The name "Qilin Hall" was like a golden signboard in Jingcheng. Anyone connected to it flourished in the city. As long as this name was brought up, even the most arrogant people would have to tuck their heads in and cower like scared dogs.

He originally thought Ye Xuan would show some fear. Who knew that upon hearing those words, he would become even more unbridled?

Ye Xuan sneered, then raised his hand and delivered a harsh slap directly to Zheng Changgong’s face.

SLAP.

Following the crisp sound, a distinct five-finger mark appeared on Zheng Changgong’s face, perfectly symmetrical with the one on his left cheek. The slap left Zheng Changgong’s head buzzing, rendering him momentarily dazed and confused.

"It seems you still haven’t grasped the situation. In my eyes, the Qilin Hall isn’t worth a single fart.

"If you insist on using them to suppress me, then call the Qilin Chief right now. I’d like to see if he can protect you today!"

Ye Xuan’s words completely stupefied Zheng Changgong.

Call the Qilin Chief?

This guy must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. Did he even know what kind of existence the Qilin Chief was? How dared he boast so shamelessly?

Zheng Changgong had never suffered such immense humiliation in his entire life. Gritting his teeth, he endured the agony of his broken hand and fished his phone out of his pocket.

"Brat, don’t be too arrogant!"

Since he had a death wish, Zheng Changgong would gladly fulfill it!

Seeing Zheng Changgong actually calling the Qilin Chief, the Ferrari driver scrambled up from the ground as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He stared at Ye Xuan with a gloating expression.

This guy was a fucking idiot.

He thought just because he could fight a little, he was invincible. He didn’t know how to quit while he was ahead, and even had the audacity to claim that the Qilin Hall was nothing but a fart. He had truly lost his mind. Forget about the Qilin Chief; even if someone were picked at random from the Qilin Hall, Ye Xuan wouldn’t be a match for them.

The Ferrari driver watched Ye Xuan with mocking eyes, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Ye Xuan shot him a glance, too lazy to bother with him. Instead, he walked over to the curb, sat down, and waited quietly.

The old lady hid to the side, hugging her granddaughter, trembling with fear. She had originally intended to plead for mercy on Ye Xuan’s behalf and beg Zheng Changgong to let him go. But who could have known this young man would sprout such arrogant words and completely disregard the Qilin Hall?

He truly was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. This time, she really couldn’t help him.

About three or four minutes later, Zheng Changgong walked toward Ye Xuan with a triumphant look on his face.

"Brat, your time is up! The Qilin Chief will be here in a moment. You’re completely screwed!"

The Qilin Chief happened to be dining nearby. When he heard from Zheng Changgong that some reckless punk was disrespecting the Qilin Hall, his face instantly darkened. Earlier today at the military headquarters, Ye Xuan had slapped him in the face hard enough. Now, another suicidal punk was popping up out of nowhere. It was simply too much to bear.

Consequently, the Qilin Chief abandoned his meal and hurried over to Zheng Changgong’s location, bringing Cyan Snake and a few others with him.

Originally, a few bold onlookers had stayed behind to watch the drama unfold. But the moment they heard Zheng Changgong say the Qilin Chief was coming, they were so terrified that they vanished into thin air.

Sitting on the curb, Ye Xuan looked up and cast a cold glance at Zheng Changgong, his gaze so intense it looked as though it could devour someone alive.

Zheng Changgong, who had just regained some confidence, broke out in a cold sweat under that stare and couldn’t help but gulp. With his broken hand still throbbing in pain, he lost his nerve. He glared viciously at Ye Xuan, then clutched his broken hand and retreated to the side of his car.

Soon, a Rolls-Royce drove over under the dim yellow streetlights.

The moment Zheng Changgong saw the car, his eyes lit up. Before the vehicle even came to a complete stop, he was already waiting by the door.

The car door opened, and Cyan Snake, along with another member of the Qilin Hall, stepped out first. Then, Ye Xuan saw the figure of the Qilin Chief clad in a black suit.

"Qilin Chief, you’re finally here! Look at how badly I’ve been beaten! You have to avenge me!"

Seeing the Qilin Chief was like seeing his closest relative. With snot and tears streaming down his face, Zheng Changgong presented his broken hand to his superior.

Looking at the miserable Zheng Changgong, the Qilin Chief’s brows instantly knotted together. A surge of fury welled up in his heart. To dare touch his man—this person certainly had a lot of nerve.

"Cyan Snake, go break his legs." Without a second thought, the Qilin Chief issued the order to the man beside him.

Because they were still some distance away, and the spot where Ye Xuan sat was outside the reach of the streetlights, Cyan Snake didn’t recognize him at first. He simply nodded at the Qilin Chief and prepared to attack.

"Heh. So this is how you discipline your subordinates, Qilin Chief. You truly live up to your title."

Hearing the Qilin Chief’s words, Ye Xuan let out a cold laugh. He slowly raised his head, meeting Cyan Snake’s eyes.

Ye Xuan!

How could it be him?

After clearly seeing Ye Xuan’s face, the Qilin Chief’s expression turned pitch black. He never expected that the person disrespecting the Qilin Hall would be Ye Xuan.

"Brat, who gave you the right to speak to the Qilin Chief like that?! Are you so fucking tired of living?"

Seeing the Qilin Chief’s face darken, Zheng Changgong assumed Ye Xuan’s words had angered him. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted the reprimand, wanting to show off.

But who could have known that what happened next would leave him utterly dumbfounded?

SLAP.

With another crisp sound, Zheng Changgong was slapped again. And the one who delivered the strike was the very backer he had called for—the Qilin Chief.

"Idiot! This is the head of the Four Palaces, Lord Cyan Dragon Chief! Hurry up and apologize!"

Hearing the Qilin Chief’s words felt like a bolt of lightning striking from a clear blue sky to Zheng Changgong. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. It was as if he were dreaming.

This man was actually the Cyan Dragon Chief? How was that possible?

Ye Xuan looked at Zheng Changgong, who appeared as if he had just seen a ghost, and smiled coldly. He stood up from the curb and dusted off his pants.

"Forget about the apology. I already gave Section Chief Zheng a chance earlier.

"But I am quite curious about one thing. Section Chief Zheng belongs to the logistics department. Why would he take orders from you, the head of the martial department?

"Moreover, he kept claiming that he was acting under your orders and handling matters for you. Qilin Chief, care to explain?"