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Chapter 790 - 594 Unforeseen calamity_2
Chapter 790: 594 Unforeseen calamity_2
A caged beast plucked up its courage.
Speaking up at a time like this was already a matter of loyalty.
Mao Zaoji seemed as if he hadn’t heard, ignoring it and tilting his head back for another swig of liquor.
With the situation having escalated this far, there was no need for him to make another phone call urging them on.
The big brother at the other end surely had already received the news.
Without uttering a word, Mao Zaoji and the rest of the group exchanged uneasy glances, sitting on pins and needles.
Perhaps due to the immense pressure, Du Li, who had been slapped, was biting her lip, her complexion now becoming pale.
Her close female friends at her side no longer offered any comfort.
Time ticked away, second by second.
"Identification."
The police officer, treating everyone equally, reached their table.
"Don’t have it."
Mao Zaoji stated, his face devoid of expression.
"You didn’t bring it? Then report your identity information."
Mao Zaoji looked up, his gaze dark and brooding, clearly at the end of his tether.
A beast at the side who was cooperating in pulling out their identification quickly held down his arm, whispering, "Brother Mao, there’s no need to stoop to their level."
Mao Zaoji took a breath and then recited his identity number.
"This bar’s facilities do not meet safety regulations, so it’s suspending business for now. If you want to drink, find another place."
Mao Zaoji finally couldn’t contain himself, and asked with a hostile tone, "Where doesn’t it meet the regulations?"
"There’s no need to explain to you, just leave quickly."
Mao Zaoji was about to stand up.
At that moment.
At the entrance.
A group of people walked in.
"Boss!"
The distressed duty manager breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly went to meet them.
Mao Dengfeng was around forty, unremarkable in appearance, even somewhat short in stature, but at his level of status, appearance was no longer important.
"Where’s Mao Zaoji?"
"Brother Mao is over there."
The duty manager quickly led the way.
Without rushing to deal with the authorities, Mao Dengfeng’s face was as stern as water following the manager.
Beside him were several men who seemed to be friends socializing. Hearing that there was trouble at the bar, they had come to have a look.
"Big Brother Mao is here."
Without needing others to notify him, Mao Zaoji had already seen him; he no longer quibbled with the civil servant and briskly walked over.
"Bro..."
"Slap!"
Mao Dengfeng raised his hand and struck him with a slap.
"Look what you’ve done!"
Mao Zaoji’s head turned to the side, now sharing the same plight as Du Li.
Churning with humiliation, he involuntarily clenched his fist, yet the man before him was, after all, his own blood brother.
Seeing this scene, Mao Zaoji’s friends as well as the girls like Du Li were all shaken to the core.
"Where is he?!"
Mao Dengfeng lowered his hand.
"Table 23."
Mao Zaoji said with his head down.
Mao Dengfeng no longer acknowledged him and walked past him.
"Sigh."
A friend of Mao Zaoji patted his shoulder, shook his head in a sigh, and then followed Mao Dengfeng’s step.
On the way here, they had already tried to find ways to help, but the calls they made were all fobbed off with various excuses.
They were all wise men.
All the signs indicated that the figure Mao Zaoji had offended this time was probably someone with a formidable background.
"The person in charge has arrived."
Ye Tingxuan naturally noticed the commotion at the Mao Brothers’ side and casually sipped his drink with a relaxed smile.
Jiang Chen also glanced in that direction, and the sight of one burly figure made him raise his eyebrows slightly.
Due to the dim lighting, he was not sure if he had recognized the person incorrectly, but as the distance closed, he realized he wasn’t mistaken.
"Ye, it seems like the other party knows Geng Long."
He spoke out.
"Geng Long? Who is Geng Long?"
Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze, looking at Ye Tingxuan, whose expression was puzzled.
Indeed.
No matter how fierce Geng Long was, he was just a "thug"; at most, he was a powerful thug, probably still not worthy of entering Ye Tingxuan’s eye.
"Geng Long knows Mr. Song."
"And who is Mr. Song?"
Ye Tingxuan was utterly confused.
"Song Chaoge."
Jiang Chen highlighted the key point.
Ye Tingxuan became slightly startled and finally showed a flicker of emotion. He frowned slightly, and then with an ambiguous smile, said, "I seem to have heard of this person."
At the same time.
On the way over, Mao Dengfeng was also inquiring about the background of Jiang Chen and his group.
"Do any of you know them?"
Someone gazed uncertainly at Ye Tingxuan and, upon confirmation, abruptly felt the urge to turn and leave.
But in the end, they could not save face.
"Mao brother, your younger brother has really kicked up a storm this time; it seems that he’s crossed paths with none other than Ye Tingxuan!"
"Ye Tingxuan? You mean the one from Liang Yue?" Someone’s face showed alarm.
"Exactly, him!"
Mao Dengfeng’s heart quivered, his steps involuntarily faltering.
"Doesn’t Ye Tingxuan seldom come to the Capital City?"
He harbored a slim hope.
"Who knows! I’ve seen him once, no way I could mistake him."
No one questioned how someone seen only once could be so assuredly recognized.
After all, some important figures are those you must remember well.
Mao Dengfeng’s face instantly turned extremely ugly.
He had never had dealings with the well-known Ye Tingxuan, but the rumors about the man were all too familiar.
Undoubtedly, at this moment, he felt the urge to break Mao Zaoji’s legs.
Usually, causing a little trouble was one thing, minor scuffles he could handle.
But this time, they had hit solid steel.
And not just steel, but titanium alloy!
Mao Dengfeng’s footsteps grew heavier.
Unlike the others, Geng Long’s gaze lingered more on Jiang Chen’s face.
Jiang Chen recognized him.
He naturally recognized Jiang Chen as well.
A haunting presence indeed.
"This humble man Mao Dengfeng, my brother has been blind and offended several of you; I am here to offer a sincere apology on his behalf."
Mao Dengfeng steeled himself and approached the table.
Ye Tingxuan didn’t even acknowledge him, glanced sideways and asked, "Who is Geng Long?"
The rest looked at each other in bewilderment.
Mao Dengfeng, too, was startled and reflexively turned his head.
"Ye Young Master, what an honor."
Geng Long spoke up.
Ye Tingxuan, sitting sprawled like a war lord, curled his lip and pointed at Mao Dengfeng, "Going to help him?"
It was a very disrespectful gesture, yet Mao Dengfeng felt not a hint of anger, he didn’t even dare interject.
Mao Dengfeng’s friends by his side were regretting why they had followed him here and were secretly relieved that Ye Tingxuan’s target was not themselves.
No one knew why Ye Tingxuan had suddenly singled out Geng Long, but such was the Young Master’s temperament; if he could be readily figured out, he wouldn’t be who he is.
"Ye Young Master, may I ask what happened?"
Geng Long was very cautious.
Indeed.
Up to now, he still didn’t understand the ins and outs of the situation or how serious the conflict actually was.
But his coming here tonight was destined to be a mistake.
There’s a saying that goes, "watch the excitement less; otherwise, someday you’ll pay the price."
Ye Tingxuan didn’t care to listen to what he said.
"I’m giving you a chance to be heroically loyal."
Ye Tingxuan looked at Ran Yile, "The woman from before, what did she say? She told you to kneel and admit your wrongs?"
Ran Yile nodded, adding, "And to kowtow."
"Did she actually say you should kowtow?"
Jiang Chen asked Shi Qianxi in a low voice beside him.
Shi Qianxi was like a solemn statue, "I don’t recall."
Jiang Chen looked at Ran Yile, who had been the picture of ladylike decorum moments ago.
It seemed he didn’t remember the girl saying anything about kowtowing.
Truly worthy of being Ye Tingxuan’s sister.
They were certainly cut from the same cloth.
"Did you all hear that?"
Ye Tingxuan drawled, then looked at Geng Long, "I’m not an unreasonable man. Just apologize in your own way, and we’ll leave immediately."
The Mao Brothers, originally the main characters, had strangely become side characters.
Geng Long found himself in a dilemma.
Mao Dengfeng very ungraciously kept silent.
"Ye Young Master, will you keep your word?"
"My word is as good as gold."
Everyone kept silent, making no comment on this statement.
Then, under the watchful gaze of eyes showing a mix of emotions, Geng Long actually took a step forward.
Time seemed to slow.
He bent down, his knees touched the ground, and he knelt in front of everyone.
A truly gallant act.
"Haha."
Ye Tingxuan slapped his knee, laughing heartily.
Geng Long did not kowtow and Ye Tingxuan did not insist on it.
"Alright, Brother Jiang, let’s go."
The group stood up.
"Ye Young Master, does that mean you’ll let them all pull back?"
Mao Dengfeng suddenly found his voice again, naturally referring to the authorities busy sealing the place.
Ye Tingxuan glanced at him, "I am but a common man, without such power."
Indeed.
He had only said he would leave, not that he would let the bar off the hook.
Mao Dengfeng was suddenly at a loss for words.
Jiang Chen walked past Geng Long, who was still kneeling.
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