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Chapter 700 - 550 Black Society (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

Chapter 700: 550 Black Society (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)_2

"The underworld?"

Park Chengcan sneered with domineering aggression, "You’re in big trouble."

"Park Chengcan, I’m officially notifying you, we’re broken up!"

Unable to tolerate it any longer, Quan Shangying leaned against the wall and yelled.

"Let him go right now! Otherwise, I’m calling the cops!"

Upon hearing this, Park Chengcan’s jealousy burned even fiercer.

"Go ahead and call, I’d like everyone to see this pair of dogs!"

Quan Shangying, who always greeted others with a smile at the company, could no longer maintain her professional composure. Insulted by her boyfriend, she was shaking with anger.

She didn’t understand why she had chosen such a guy.

Apart from looking decent, he was practically worthless.

Not only was he an idler, but he was also like her father, fond of gambling, and when he lost, he liked to come to her for money.

The reason he came today was the same, and it was because she couldn’t tolerate it that the argument occurred.

"Get out of here!"

Until now, she still held the optimistic illusion that the other party might change someday, but at this moment, Quan Shangying had completely abandoned this wishful thinking.

Bad habits can be changed, but if there’s a problem with one’s character, then there is no cure.

Moreover.

The most important thing between two people is trust.

If he could perceive her as that kind of woman, what’s the point of staying together?

"You want me to leave? Quan Shangying, I never expected you to be so low!"

Blinded by jealousy, Park Chengcan spoke without filtering his words, disregarding any affection between lovers and using extremely harsh language.

His insults turned Quan Shangying’s face pale. Unsure if it was heartache or anger, her lips trembled and she was unable to speak.

"Bang!"

A punch landed on Park Chengcan’s face.

Taken aback, his mouth started to bleed as he staggered into the wall.

An Zairong calmly straightened his collar.

"So much nonsense."

Park Chengcan touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, dazed from the punch.

"The knife is right here, don’t you know how to use it?"

The cutlery for eating steak was laid out on the table.

An Zairong shook his head, not looking at the bewildered Park Chengcan, but turned to Quan Shangying with an awful expression and sighed.

"Damn girl, how did you find such a loser?"

Quan Shangying didn’t say a word.

"Go to hell!"

Park Chengcan’s eyes were filled with fury. He had finally come back to his senses. If what he felt before was the rage of being cuckolded, now it was utter humiliation.

He cursed, swinging his fist at An Zairong, only to have it firmly caught by the latter’s hand.

Though younger and ostensibly having the advantage, he struggled with all his might, his teeth nearly cracking, but his fist was as if clamped in a vise, unable to move.

"Slap."

Quick and decisive.

An Zairong struck back with a slap.

Park Chengcan stumbled backward, his cheeks beginning to swell.

"And you dare to call yourself underworld?"

The physical pain was secondary to the psychological blow.

Park Chengcan, at best a petty thug, bellowed and furiously swung a chair at An Zairong.

An Zairong’s expression remained calm as he swiftly raised his knee.

"Clang!"

His knee collided violently with the chair.

The seemingly sturdy chair shattered instantly, falling apart in Park Chengcan’s hands.

Park Chengcan was stunned again.

He evidently never expected the seemingly refined An Zairong to be so fierce.

It was like hitting the pause button.

The scene of conflict strangely froze for a moment.

"For the stinky girl’s sake, I’ll let you go."

An Zairong spoke softly.

Although Park Chengcan wasn’t clear on just how vicious the man standing before him was, by now he should have grasped the other’s prowess.

A wise man knows better than to fight when he is sure to lose.

Continuing to fight was simply asking for humiliation.

Park Chengcan turned as if to leave, recognizing the situation. But just when his opponent should’ve lowered his guard, he suddenly spun around, grabbed a steel fork from the table, and lunged forward with a ferocious look in his eyes.

Instantly.

He felt a chill at his neck, the cold sensation seeping through his skin, and spreading through his body.

As if frozen by a spell, Park Chengcan stood rigid, hairs on end, the fork suspended in air as he swallowed involuntarily, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

His gaze shifted downward in terror.

A steak knife was already pressed against his throat.

Compared to Park Chengcan’s emotional reaction, An Zairong had been remarkably composed from start to finish, even now. His gaze was indifferent as if he wasn’t the one holding the knife. His arm did not move, and neither did the knife in his hand.

Although not as sharp as professional blades, the knife could easily slice through a person’s neck.

Park Chengcan was no longer as ferocious as before, terrified and trembling, no longer daring to act rashly.

He had a dreadful and real premonition.

This man, he really dared to kill him!

"Stop!"

Quan Shangying shouted, equally startled by the scene.

She despised Park Chengcan, but she hadn’t wished for his death.

She approached cautiously, likewise careful not to provoke An Zairong.

"Oppa, put the knife down."

"Didn’t you call me uncle before?"

"Be careful you really hurt someone!"

Quan Shangying urged anxiously.

"He insulted you like that, don’t you hate him?"

An Zairong turned his head slightly.

Quan Shangying inhaled sharply, not even glancing at Park Chengcan.

"He and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Oppa, can you put the knife down, please? I know you’re also very angry, it’s all my fault, I apologize to you."

She spoke in a low, delicate voice, carefully soothing An Zairong, fearing that any slight provocation might cause him to lose control of his strength.

"Silly girl, in this world, kind people just get bullied."

An Zairong whispered softly.

"Oppa!"

Quan Shangying cried out coquettishly.

As a boyfriend, this situation was somewhat heartbreaking, but Park Chengcan was very adept at gauging the situation and dared not so much as fart again.

An Zairong smiled faintly, looking over at Park Chengcan for a while.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Although the other man wasn’t being menacing or showing any ill intent, Park Chengcan felt like he was being targeted by the grim reaper, so nervous he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Logically speaking, he had been through his share of "storms," but he had never felt anything like this.

"Leave, and don’t bother the silly girl again."

The dining knife moved away from the neck.

But the bone-chilling sensation lingered, leaving Park Chengcan cold all over, unable to muster any anger.

His face flushed with embarrassment, he didn’t dare to say another word, quickly turned, and ran out as if his life depended on it, his steps chaotic as if fearing An Zairong might have a change of heart, very much like a dog that had lost its home.

Quan Shangying felt humiliated by his pathetic reaction and at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Clatter."

The dining knife was returned to the table.

"Silly girl, your taste in men isn’t very good."

Quan Shangying forced a wry smile, not responding to the comment she didn’t want to face.

"I’m sorry. I apologize to you for what he said just now."

"If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?"

"Then what do you want?"

Quan Shangying stared with an instinctive glare.

"The mental distress I’ve suffered today has been substantial, so you’ll have to let me stay here a few more days."

Quan Shangying rolled her eyes, then sighed, "Fine, I’ve broken up with him anyway, stay as long as you like if you don’t mind the couch being cramped."

"You’re worried he’ll come back to harass you, that’s why you’re being so nice," An Zairong teased.

"Yah, uncle, you’re really smart!"

Quan Shangying acted as if her thoughts had been read.

"You sure switched from ’Oppa’ to ’uncle’ quickly, just after being so cozy," An Zairong laughed, then sat down.

"Hurry up and eat, or it’ll really get cold."

Quan Shangying first cleared the broken chair to one side before sitting down, her eyes shining clear and bright.

"Uncle, you’re really quite skilled, you’ve kept that well hidden."

An Zairong couldn’t help but recall the first time he met this girl.

At that time,

he was captivated by those eyes, the reason he exceptionally let that gambler off the hook.

It was the first time and the only time.

"Like him, I could take on ten."

"You’re boasting!"

Quan Shangying replied skeptically, then with a mix of concern and curiosity said, "Uncle, he’s not someone to be taken lightly, aren’t you afraid he’ll take revenge on you for beating him?"

"I’m not afraid."

"Why not?"

As An Zairong cut his steak, he looked serious, "Because I’m the underworld."

Quan Shangying rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

"Psh! Then why did you help me back then? What kind of underworld does that?"

The knife in An Zairong’s hand paused.

Quan Shangying was already looking down, cutting the steak,

"Who told you to make such big pieces, it’s wasteful, I was planning to eat this beef for a week. This piece is for you, I can’t eat that much."