Imposter Young Master
Chapter 142 - 145: Are You Worthy?_1

Chapter 142: Chapter 145: Are You Worthy?_1

The room was in an uproar after Gu Jiang spoke.

Yang Ya bit her lip, almost enough to draw blood.

All her grievances had morphed into raw anger, she badly wanted to slap him, but she couldn’t.

She knew very well that if she slapped him, it would mean the ruin of the Yang family.

So, even if she was enduring the greatest humiliation of her life, she could only bear it.

Today was her younger siblings’ birthday...

Thinking of this, Yang Ya’s anger turned back into a torrent of grievances, and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

"Brother, what are you doing?!" Gu Ran snapped out of his shock, shouting angrily.

"Shut up!" Gu Jiang let out a cold and intimidating aura, causing Gu Ran to stumble back two steps and suppressing any further objections.

The rest of the spectators all quietly sneered.

"Ha-ha, that old fool Yang Lin. He should have at least done some basic investigation, everyone knows that Gu Jiang despises women who throw themselves at him, yet Yang Lin parades his daughter in front of Gu Jiang, ready to be insulted." A representative of a new affluent family muttered.

"Gu Jiang is bullying the Yang family as they don’t have a powerful successor. Yang Lin only has one son, who is still not influential yet. If it were Xia Zihan of the Xia family, with Xia Ziyang around, Gu Jiang would not dare to be so excessive." Another person commented.

"The Yang family is destined to be humiliated this evening; they will become the butt of jokes amongst the Hangcheng elite’s after-dinner conversations. Sigh, it’s rather pitiful." another one shook their head sympathetically.

"Serves them right! A nouveau riche who made their fortune from coal mining should have been booted out of the Top Ten Families a long time ago. They’re trying to squeeze blood from a stone." Someone else sneered.

...

Yang Lin clenched his fists, his face extremely distressed.

He made a mistake. He had pushed his own daughter into a pit of humiliation.

Anger caused his body to tremble.

But his fury was something he alone could taste, he didn’t dare vent his anger at Gu Jiang.

That man, the power he represented, Yang Lin could not afford to provoke.

But seeing his daughter being humiliated in such a public manner...

...

Yang Fei snapped back to reality, seeing Yang Ya cry, she too, began to sob uncontrollably.

Since she could remember, Yang Fei had never seen her sister cry.

Her grandmother told her that ever since their mother passed away, her sister never cried again.

Her sister said that their mother took her tears to Heaven, so she would only smile and never cry.

But today, her sister cried again.

Yang Fei clenched her fists, almost drowned by anger.

...

Gu Jiang continued to disrespectfully hook Yang Ya’s chin with his finger, smirking, "What’s the matter? What’re you hesitating for? Kneel and beg me, and you can marry into an affluent Yanjing family. Such a good deal. Or, are you suddenly playing the chaste heroine?"

"Gu Jiang!" Yang Fei called out angrily, she wanted to rush over, but was suddenly pulled back by someone.

Yang Fei turned around, her face full of tears, "Gang, our sister... our sister is crying."

Yang Gang’s expression was calm, he wiped Yang Fei’s tears away, speaking lightly, "Leave this to me, you go away first."

"Okay." Yang Fei obediently moved to the side.

All the attention in the room, like a sweeping tide, converged on Yang Gang.

Yang Gang held a half-filled glass of red wine, he spoke lightly, "Sister, come here."

Yang Ya pushed Gu Jiang’s hand away and walked to Yang Gang’s side.

Yang Gang looked at Yang Ya and softly smiled, "Sister, as long as I’m here, no one in this world can bully you."

"Gang..." Yang Ya wiped the corner of her eye, her heart warming slightly.

"Sister, you stand aside for now." Yang Gang nodded.

Yang Ya wanted to say something, but seeing Yang Gang’s expression, she held her tongue and joined Yang Fei at the side.

Only then, with a half glass of red wine and a faint smile on his face, did Yang Gang walk towards Gu Jiang.

As he walked up to Gu Jiang, Yang Gang suddenly spat into his cup of wine, then with a wave of his hand, splattered the saliva-mixed red wine all over Gu Jiang’s face.

The whole place fell deathly silent at that moment.

Gu Jiang stared with disbelief, unable to fathom that Yang Gang would do such a thing.

Yang Gang toyed with his empty wine cup and flashed a harmless human-like smile, "Gu Jiang, do you really think my sister would kneel and beg you? Did you take a good look at yourself before uttering such words? Do you think you’re handsome? Well... I must admit, among transvestites, you are indeed quite attractive."

"How dare you insult Young Master Gu!" With that, a young man in a suit made a sudden dash towards Yang Gang.

A vicious chill flashed in Yang Gang’s eyes, and with a swift kick aimed at the young man’s throat, he sent him sprawling.

Thud!

The young man had no time to react. He was knocked several metres away by Yang Gang, crashed heavily into the wall and spat out blood, losing consciousness on impact.

Hiss~~

The whole room sucked in a cold breath.

It was too fast, no one saw how Yang Gang delivered the kick.

By the time they snapped out of their stupor, the young man who had attempted to assault Yang Gang was kicked away, spitting out blood and fell unconscious on the spot, his life hanging by a thread.

Was the young master of the Yang family that formidable?

Seeing this, another young man suddenly yanked out a pistol from his jacket and aimed it at Yang Gang.

The crowd gasped in fright.

Yang Fei and Yang Ya clung to each other, their hands tightly clasped in extreme tension.

Yang Gang’s eyes gleamed coldly, his body moved. Leaving an afterimage in his place, the next moment, he was already in front of the young man holding the gun.

Yang Gang gripped the gun-wielding hand of the young man with his left hand, and his right knee shot up brutally.

His right arm hammered down onto the man’s back.

Crack!

It sounded like a spine breaking.

The young man screamed out in agony, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fell unconscious from the pain.

Yang Gang then picked up the revolver from the ground. With a light pinch of his thumb and a gentle poke of his forefinger, the bullet clip swivelled outward from the gun. He removed the bullets inside, blew on them, and then inserted them back into the clip. With a flick of the gun, "Snap..." the bullet clip slid back into position and, with a slide, "clitter-clatter," the bullet clip spun innumerable rounds.

Very professional.

Just as people were amazed by Yang Gang’s adept handling of the firearm, Yang Gang suddenly raised his hand.

Smack!

A shot fired.

Everyone was scared out of their wits.

As the gunshot sounded, a scream rang out from the crowd.

When people turned their heads, they were shocked.

They saw a man clutching his bleeding right hand, wailing in pain, while a pistol laid fallen at his feet.

People suddenly understood.

This man probably wanted to do some harm to Yang Gang, but Yang Gang was a step ahead.

The bullet had flown across the crowd and accurately hit the man’s gun-wielding right hand.

Such marksmanship...

My God, how did he do it?!!

Yang Gang turned to look at Gu Jiang, whose face was stunned, and once again flashed his harmless smile, "To attend my and Feifei’s birthday banquet and place three armed bodyguards around, you really are careful, Young Master Gu."

Gu Jiang said nothing; he was still in shock.

Was this really the same weak young master of the Yang family who had once acted spoiled and cute on the phone? Was this really the same guy who had wrecked a sports car and ran off irresponsibly, acting no better than a loser?

Speed and strength were terrifying, but what was more frightening was the bloodthirstiness emanating from him. Ordinary people might not feel it, but Gu Jiang could feel that suffocating pressure and the desire to kill.

This man was kind of... scary!