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Chapter 1190 - 820 I’m here to back you up, not to reason with you (extra update x7!)

Chapter 1190: 820 I’m here to back you up, not to reason with you (extra update x7!)

Everyone had left, leaving only their own table, so naturally Ye Tingxuan noticed the restaurant’s sudden change into an intimidating display.

However, he remained calm, only stealing a quick glance toward the entrance, then very seriously asked Jiang Chen.

"Brother Jiang, they’ve come looking for you, right?"

Jiang Chen, with an unchanged expression, replied without hesitation: "I think they should be here for Young Master Ye."

Pei Yunxi, listening to their conversation, had unknown thoughts in her heart.

With only their table remaining in the restaurant, the target of the Xiang Family big shots goes without saying.

In the suddenly quiet environment, the couple from the Xiang Family approached the table.

"If my son has offended Young Master Ye somewhere, please inform Young Master Ye. When we get back, I will definitely discipline him strictly."

Hearing this opening remark from Xiang Yonghua, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but give Ye Tingxuan a meaningful look.

See, they’re here for you.

Ye Tingxuan was as unruffled as if nothing had happened, maintaining a remarkable level of composure as he sat there, and actually responded: "Didn’t he say he knows martial arts? That’s not the case at all. Hasn’t anyone told him that bluffing is wrong?"

If Pei Yunxi wasn’t an actor, she probably would have been unable to control herself; even with extraordinary restraint, the corners of her mouth still twitched slightly.

Jiang Chen remained as serene as a placid lake, appearing to be just a bystander.

The Xiang Family couple was inevitably taken aback by the response.

What does "bluffing is wrong" mean?

It’s not about the tone.

Nobody has ever spoken to them in this manner before.

"What does my son’s ability to practice martial arts have to do with anything?"

Out of urgent concern, Mai Jie couldn’t help but speak up.

Ye Tingxuan turned his head to look at Mrs. Xiang, whose presence was overpowering. Although he was sitting down, he somehow managed to create the impression of looking down from a superior position.

This is true skill.

Something one cannot learn.

"I specifically sought him out for a boxing match, and yet he was like a human punching bag, unable to fight back. Tell me if that’s related?"

Upon hearing this, Mai Jie’s pupils shrank sharply, and the anger in her eyes seemed uncontrollable.

The implication of these words.

Her son, was he used as a practice dummy for boxing?

He’s barely able even to get out of bed!

"Young Master Ye, if you want to spar, you could wait until my son has recovered from his injuries. Isn’t it unfair to seek him out now?"

Xiang Yonghua truly lived up to being one of Gangcheng’s most formidable figures, maintaining his composure remarkably well.

Of course.

His expression and tone were also rather stern at this point.

"How is my son now?!"

Mai Jie asked urgently.

Ye Tingxuan responded with an air of nonchalance, "I wouldn’t know."

He doesn’t know?!

What do you mean he doesn’t know?!

"Young Master Ye, please return my son to us. Once he has recovered, I will make sure he gives you a satisfying bout."

Ye Tingxuan sighed.

"It’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t, he is currently undergoing emergency treatment."

Jiang Chen’s eyes remained focused, not looking anywhere else.

Mai Jie, finally understanding what was meant by not knowing, had eyes sharp as needles, "Ye Tingxuan, aren’t you going too far?!"

Xiang Yonghua did not stop her.

Even a clay Buddha carries three points of fire.

And considering their age, they count as elders.

"Mrs. Xiang, your son is merely in an emergency treatment right now; there’s no need to be so agitated."

Jiang Chen realized that this Young Master Ye’s verbal skills were equally extraordinary.

What does it mean there’s no need to be agitated now?

Is it only when a white sheet is drawn over that one should be agitated?

Mai Jie’s face turned an alarmingly red hue, her chest heaving furiously, as if she had gained a size.

"If my son isn’t returned today, none of you will leave this place."

She spoke deliberately, one word at a time.

As a mother, she can’t remain rational at all times.

Ye Tingxuan glanced at the fierce-looking, fiercely staring toughs filling the restaurant, his lips curling slightly.

"Black society, huh?"

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone, made it look like he dialed a number, then put it to his ear,

"I’m dining in Central and encountered a terrorist, it’s terrifying, send the Flying Tigers team quickly."

Mai Jie’s expression changed abruptly.

Xiang Yonghua’s face also darkened.

Jiang Chen, who always looks out for himself, couldn’t help but glance at Young Prince Ye, wanting to speak but then hesitating.

Flying Tigers team?

Isn’t that a bit too exaggerated?

If the Flying Tigers team really were sent over, the situation would become uncontrollable.

Looking at Ye Tingxuan, Jiang Chen ultimately didn’t say anything.

"Young Master Ye, we just want to ensure the safety of our son."

Judging the situation and acting accordingly is the true nature of a hero.

Xiang Yonghua’s tone obviously softened.

Ye Tingxuan put down the phone,

Nobody knew who he had called, but what’s crucial is that none of the people present doubted his ability to make the call.

Black society needs evidence.

But counter-terrorism only needs a list.

"I just want to ensure my own safety."

A single phone call forcefully calmed Mai Jie down; although she was still staring intently at Ye Tingxuan, she stopped talking.

Without another word, Xiang Yonghua turned his head, "All of you, get out."

The imposing men silently left the tea restaurant.

Ye Tingxuan smiled.

"Actually, I was just joking."

With that, he even picked up his mobile phone and shook it.

It was clearly on the home screen, not on a call; he had merely been pretending all along.

Jiang Chen pressed his lips together slightly.

It was visibly obvious, to the Xiang family and including Mai Jie, that his phone call was fake, and their expressions involuntarily relaxed a bit.

But not with anger at having been fooled.

Just because the phone call was fake doesn’t mean he wasn’t capable of making it.

"Mr. Jiang, we have already resolved our issues, right?"

Xiang Yonghua suddenly looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen didn’t speak.

Tonight was Ye Tingxuan’s treat, not his turf.

Mai Jie evidently understood the cause of the issue too, and at this point, there was no need for further pretense.

"That black man, indeed, we sent him, but we never intended to hurt anyone. Moreover, my son has already been taken to the hospital by you guys, what more do you want?!"

That was being completely frank.

Since it was impossible to intimidate through strength, it seemed there was only the option to reason.

"She’s not hurt at all, but my son is covered in wounds; even then, we haven’t pursued the matter."

When you listen to it.

With such a comparison.

They do sound like the victims.

In response to the "stating facts and reasoning" approach of the other party, Young Prince Ye shook his head, with a tone of helplessness, he introduced, "Brother Jiang, is my buddy, Miss Pei, is my friend."

Young Master seemingly forgot how he introduced himself to Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi just moments ago.

"Lady Xiang, why are you telling me all this?"

He helplessly said, "I’m here to back up my buddy and my friend, not to reason with you."

Oozing with dominance!

It made the couple, who had always been influential, pause involuntarily.

I’m here to back you up, not to argue.

What kind of twisted logic is this?!

But why does it seem so righteous?

Jiang Chen looked bizarrely at Young Master, who wore a helpless expression, feeling nothing but admiration.

Although they are now addressing each other as brothers.

It seems when it comes to "showing off," he still has a long way to go, huh,