Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 400 of 501
"What do you mean?" Yang Mo glanced at Liu Jihao in some surprise. "What does this have to do with me?"
Just then, a door on the upper floor suddenly opened, and out walked a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked to be in his thirties and had a very gentle, refined appearance.
"Yang Ce, do you know me?" the man in the gold-rimmed glasses asked mildly.
Yang Ce looked him over. His face did seem somewhat familiar, but he could not recall where he had seen it—or perhaps he had never seen him at all. At this moment, Yang Ce was genuinely a little puzzled. He had come to deliver the ransom to Liu Jihao on Wang Mei's behalf, but now it seemed as though someone was targeting him.
Who exactly was this man in the gold-rimmed glasses? What was his relationship with Liu Jihao? Yang Ce simply could not work it out.
"My name is Ouyang Junwei. That name should sound rather familiar to you, shouldn't it?" Seeing Yang Ce's astonished expression, the man in the gold-rimmed glasses smiled slightly.
"Ouyang Junwei?" Yang Ce repeated the name silently, then suddenly remembered someone—Ouyang Junyuan, the man whose finger he had crippled.
Ouyang Junwei. Ouyang Junyuan. Two such similar names. Then could the man before him be Ouyang Junyuan's elder brother? He suddenly recalled that Sun Jie had told him this Ouyang Junyuan's father seemed to be the head of some assassin organization.
"You're Ouyang Junyuan's elder brother?" At this thought, Yang Ce actually calmed down. Now that he knew the man's background, there was nothing to fear. Only the unknown could bring Yang Ce panic.
"Heh heh, you're quite clever." Ouyang Junwei gave a cold laugh, adjusted his glasses, and then said, "That's right. Junyuan is my younger brother. You crippled one of his fingers—tell me, how should I deal with you?"
Hearing Ouyang Junwei's words, Yang Ce could not help but laugh—a wildly arrogant laugh. "You think you can do anything to me?"
Yang Ce was not being conceited; he truly had the capital. An ordinary man really could not do anything to Yang Ce, and even if Yang Ce could not beat someone, could he not run? Running away was no disgrace at all. Charging head-on into a fight to the death—that was what only a lunatic would do.
Right now there was only Yang Puqi, and Yang Shuoxuan had no misgivings.
"Young man, you're quite arrogant." At that moment, an authoritative, aged voice rang out. Yang Puqi looked up and saw an old man with a hooked nose emerge from the room: "But do you know that being too arrogant in this world makes it very easy to die?"
"Pfft." Yang Xutang nearly burst out laughing at the old man's words. To say such a thing at his age really was hilarious. "And who the hell are you?"
"I am the father of Junyuan and Junwei." Ouyang Kanqi looked coldly at Yang Ce. "Young man, your words are very offensive. Originally I only intended to teach you a lesson today, but you have already angered me."
"Enough, cut the useless talk." Yang Xutang could not help but wave his hand in amusement. "What do you mean, 'originally intended'? I think you're just looking for a way to save face for yourself. I'd say you never intended to let me go from the very start."
"Hmph." Ouyang Kanqi's face turned red and pale by turns under Yang Juehuan's barrage of retorts—a truly ugly sight.
"Come on. With worthless trash like you father and son, wanting to keep me here is nothing but a fairy tale." Yang Ce truly was not elevating himself by belittling others; he simply could not be bothered to raise a hand against these two, for fear he might accidentally kill them.
Ouyang Kanqi was somewhat angered by this, but at his age he would not be easily provoked by a young man. Though his expression was ugly, he suppressed his anger and said, "Young man, it seems you really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You must have heard the saying 'There is always a mountain higher than the next, and a sky beyond the sky'?"