Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 62 of 214
But now it seemed the young man before him had driven Seventh Master away and kept him here instead. What did that mean? Despite himself, a cold sweat broke out on Guo Jinbiao's back.
"Young friend, say what you will, but Seventh Master is a figure respected by all of us in the underworld. By acting this way, aren't you afraid of provoking public wrath?" Guo Jinbiao's voice was no longer as forceful as before; there was a note of negotiation in it. "Seventh Master is someone Big Brother Sun Lin respects. Aren't you afraid of making an enemy of Big Brother Sun?"
"Heh heh, do you know why I was laughing just now?" Yang Ce looked at Guo Jinbiao mockingly.
"Why?" Guo Jinbiao disliked being led by the nose, but he wanted to know why Yang Ce had laughed, so he had no choice but to answer thus.
"You said Sun Lin would join you against me?" Yang Puqi asked, a strange look on his face.
"That's right. Big Brother Sun and I are close friends—we've already reached a consensus." Guo Jinbiao had no idea what Yang Ce was driving at, so he was uneasy, though he still spoke with a show of bluster. "Who would mind having a bit more territory? Donghai, Jidun, and Songjiang are neighboring lands to begin with. You should be well aware of Big Brother Sun's strength."
"Oh?" Yang Yuting nodded and said, "Your last words are right enough. I was a bit puzzled earlier. Do you know why your son was beaten half to death?"
"Hmph, so what if he offended Baolin with a single remark?" Guo Jinbiao fumed at the mere mention of it. Even when you beat a dog, you spare a thought for its master—let alone when the son in question was his own.
"No, no, no." Yang Ce waved a hand. "You've got it wrong. Offending Baolin was nothing. I hit him because he kept pestering my woman."
"Your woman?" Guo Jinbiao was taken aback. "When did my son ever pester your woman?" This was the first he had heard of it. He had assumed his son had been beaten into a pulped wreck for provoking Baolin—but now it seemed that was not the case at all.
"You don't even know what your own son did wrong, yet you come demanding compensation from me. How absurd." Yang Yongjin spoke with contempt. "Of course she's my woman. Heh, I can tell you plainly—Sun Jie is my woman."
"Wha—Sun Jie?" Guo Jinbiao stared at Yang Ce, dumbstruck.
"What's with that look? Now you know why I laughed earlier." Yang Puqi wore an expression of utter disdain, as though looking at an idiot. "Did you really think my father-in-law would help you seize my territory? Are you that foolish?"
"..." At that moment Guo Jinbiao was nothing but shock—yes, no other word could describe what he felt. How could this be? This man before him was Sun Lin's son-in-law?
"So, whether you say my father-in-law respects the Seventh Master or that I despise him, that is our family affair—it has nothing whatsoever to do with an outsider like you." Yang Linyue spoke calmly. "Enough. I have no time to dawdle with you. Early tomorrow morning I must go to Donghai to pay my respects to my father-in-law. Of course, I wouldn't mind bringing him a generous gift as well—after all, this is my first visit as his son-in-law."
"Wh-what do you mean by that?" Guo Jinbiao, seeing the wicked smile on Yang Ce's face, suddenly felt ill at ease.
"That should be about enough. That Li Qiang—he really is too slow at getting things done." Yang Ce glanced at his watch and muttered to himself.
"Knock, knock, knock." At that moment a knocking came at the door. Yang Ce looked up, and his heart leaped with delight—speak of the devil, and here the boy comes.
To be continued.
646. The Sun Family of Donghai
"Come in," Yang Yanzhou said.
The door opened, and Li Qiang, Liu Chao, Wang Peng, and Lu Xinyang filed in one after another, each gripping three men bound hand and foot.
"Boss, mission accomplished. The four venues of the Money Gang have been swept clean, and the Jinye Building is now in our hands. No casualties in this operation," Li Qiang reported loudly.