Imposter Young Master
Chapter 13 Break Time! _1

Chapter 13: Chapter 13 Break Time! _1

Upon seeing Gu Ran’s expression, Yang Gang too felt somewhat embarrassed, scratching his head and explaining, "Miss, don’t be upset. When I saved you just now, my hands landed inappropriately, causing a surge in hormones. I didn’t get up right away because... well, I was struggling with my own-"

Gu Ran collapsed, "Please don’t say another word."

They continued to maintain this ambiguous position.

A minute later, Yang Gang finally got up.

Gu Ran also got up expressionlessly, looked around, and then asked in a cold tone, "Where is the black Buick business sedan?"

"It’s gone. The gunman was pretty polished. Since he didn’t hit his target, he retreated right away without any hesitation." Yang Gang paused slightly before asking, "Who did you offend?"

"Apparently, a woman—my sworn enemy," Gu Ran replied indifferently.

Yang Gang looked surprised, "Is it over a man’s jealousy?"

Gu Ran stared into the distance, not responding.

"Hmm... seems to be an interesting situation. Ah!" Yang Gang recalled something, "Crap! It’s not interesting at all!"

He looked at Gu Ran weakly, "Erm, I’m not going to be sucked into some strange dispute, am I?"

Gu Ran scoffed, "Deserved retribution, serves you right."

Oh no! He really was sucked in!

Gu Ran felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing Yang Gang’s dejected expression.

Watching this indecent, ruthless, little rascal take a hit felt wonderfully pleasing!

She hopped on her motorcycle and prepared to leave.

Yang Gang quickly said, "Miss, this involves my life and property, could you please tell me what sort of dispute I’m getting into?"

Gu Ran laughed brightly, "I’ll tell you when you’re dead and I’m burning paper money for you."

With that, she rode off on her motorcycle.

Yang Gang watched as the motorcycle disappeared into the distance, his face emotionless, lost in thought.

It was only after the motorcycle disappeared from sight that he retreated into his Audi car.

Yang Feng looked at Yang Gang, saying, "Young Master, that policewoman doesn’t seem to have a simple background."

Yang Gang nodded, "She might be from a wealthy family in the capital, Yanjing."

"How could you tell, young master?" Yang Feng was surprised. He could tell that the policewoman was not of common birth, but nothing more.

Yang Gang smirked, "It’s simple. She speaks with a pure Yanjing accent. The newly released VoldeNuit lemon scent she was wearing is a global limited edition. Unless you’re from a wealthy family, you wouldn’t be able to afford that kind of perfume."

Yang Feng was stunned, his young master’s insight was terrifying. Yang Gang was an anomaly amongst all the bounty hunters he had encountered. His fighting skills were top-notch, his strength was formidable, his reaction speed was unthinkable, and he had incredibly strong insight. He was absolutely a freak.

"Young master, honestly, you are the most extraordinary young man I have ever met," Yang Feng respectfully said.

Unexpectedly, Yang Gang just shook his head, his expression serious, "That’s just because you haven’t seen enough. There are many young powerhouses in this world, so strong they defy nature."

A young man’s face flashed through his mind, bringing with it a rush of unclear emotions.

Just then, Yang Gang’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.

Yang Gang hesitated for a moment before telling Yang Feng, "I’m going to take a call."

After descending from the car, he moved to a secluded area before answering the call.

"Hello, who’s this?" Yang Gang asked.

"Gang, I heard that you recently took a private gig, impersonating some rich young master. It suits you perfectly, scamming and all," a voice filled with envy and resentment came through the phone.

As soon as Yang Gang heard the voice, his face turned black, "Old man, how do you know about this?"

The caller was none other than his adoptive father and master. The man’s age and name were unknown, he identified himself as "a godly old man," a severe widow-lover.

"Well, this might just be that we godfather and godson have telepathic hearts," the old man shamelessly said.

Yang Gang’s face grew darker, "Did you put a bug on me?"

"Wha...wha...what? What kind of person do you take your master for?" the old man sounded quite angry.

Looking at the tiny bug he’d just pulled from his clothes, Yang Gang’s face twitched.

"Godfather, did you call because you need something?" Yang Gang crushed the bug and asked.

"Well, ah, Mrs. Chen down the mountain said she wanted a gold necklace, but your godfather is currently experiencing some financial difficulties, so..." The godly old man knew very well that Yang Gang had found the bug, but he didn’t seem to feel guilty about it in the least.

It takes talent to be shameless.

"Sorry, I am also experiencing financial difficulties, goodbye!" Yang Gang was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait!" the old man quickly interjected, "Just a hundred thousand, what do you think? You’re now a wealthy young master, a hundred thousand is but a drop in the bucket."

"Listen here, I’m just a fraud, an actor. Get it? And not even a popular actor, I’m at the lowest tier. I’m not an Oscar star, so how much do you think I make? In summary, I’m broke!" Yang Gang flatly refused.

The godly old man was resentful, "Tch! You’re really heartless. No wonder your fiancée transferred her affections. Look at He Deng, he’s young and successful, tall and handsome, gentle and filial, generous, and skilled in martial arts. If I were Little Xi, I’d also transfer my affections."

Yang Gang’s face turned completely black, "Don’t mention that ’bin Laden’ to me, nor bring up Su Xiaoxi. She never liked me, so where does transferring affections come into it?! Humph! A woman with improper behavior, bad character, fickle nature, small breasts, and older than me—tonight, I’ve decided to dump her!"

"Hmm... quite ambitious. Dare to say this in front of Little Xi’s face?"

Yang Gang faltered but forced himself to reply, "Humph! Next time I see Su Xiaoxi, I’ll toss a worn-out sandal at her and tell her, ’From today onwards, Yang Gang dispenses with you!’".

"Hmm, you’ve got guts. I look forward to the scene when you dump Xi. Goodbye." the old godstick said, then added to himself, "Now that’s a real headache. After raising a white-eyed wolf that won’t even contribute child support. Sigh, Mrs. Chen wants a gold necklace, Mrs. Ma wants a crystal bracelet, Mrs. Zhang wants an iPhone..."

Click!

Yang Gang hung up the phone with a dark expression.

How many debts must one accumulate in past lives to be stuck with such a shameless godfather?

Back in the Audi, Yang Feng noticed Yang Gang’s off-color complexion and asked concerned, "Young Master, you don’t look too good."

"Eh, it’s nothing." Yang Gang composed himself and his complexion returned to normal.

Yang Feng said nothing more and started up the Audi.

...

By the time they got to Haixing University, it was already eight forty – they were late indeed.