Imposter Young Master
Chapter 276 - 279: Do You Remember Me?_1

Chapter 276: Chapter 279: Do You Remember Me?_1

"Given the mess you’ve made for this young master, I’d be remiss if I didn’t charge some interest. Would I still be this young master if I let it slide?"

With a sly gaze, Yang Gang took in the woman’s exquisite figure, strolling her up and down. Other than the blood trace on the corner of her mouth, she seemed incredibly calm in his arms.

She exhibited no repulsion or rejection towards Young Master Yang’s wicked and flirtatious stare, but neither was there any attempts at winning his favor. She was incredibly composed.

"Hmm... Interesting."

Young Master Yang, grinning, said, "Beautiful woman, this is your interest."

The woman in sunglasses didn’t struggle, nor resist, let alone react.

Seeing this, Yang Gang’s interest was dulled. He turned his eyes towards the middle-aged man with a playful smile, but didn’t say anything.

"Hand the woman over to me." Surprisingly, the middle-aged man didn’t rush to attack despite everyone expecting him to easily defeat the delicate boy. Instead, he made a calm request.

"Her?" Yang Gang pointed at the woman in sunglasses, rolling his eyes, "There’s no way I can return such a charming princess that falls into my lap from heaven."

With that, the crowd started buzzing again.

"Does this kid have a death wish? He dares to openly refuse such a formidable man!"

"They always say that beauty breeds disaster. That guy’s too impulsive, coveting beauty even at this precarious moment."

"I think he’s not coveting beauty, but wanting to show off. He seems a bit slow, daring to retort despite witnessing the man’s overwhelming strength."

...

At that moment, the several hooligans who had been kicked away by the woman in sunglasses started getting up, gathering again around Yang Gang.

"Big Brother Wei, there’s no need to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, dealing with a lightweight like him doesn’t require your intervention. We’ll take it from here." The punk with dyed red and yellow hair patted his chest, guaranteeing to take care of it.

The man called Big Brother Wei neither agreed nor disagreed, maintaining his silence.

Yang Gang formed a sardonic curve with his mouth, a trace of cold laughter flashing in the corner of his eyes. He moved the woman to his back, then looked at the thugs with a mocking gaze.

The middle-aged man watched closely with an unwavering gaze. He did not act rashly. He knew that this seemingly harmless brat in front of him was the real danger.

"Let’s go." The middle-aged man quickly ordered a retreat without any concern for face.

His years of gallivanting through the war-torn Middle East and North Africa were not because of his superb combat skills, nor his knowledge of high-tech military tactics, but his understanding of when to advance and retreat. This was his ultimate survival skill.

In this aspect, the middle-aged man was strikingly similar to Zuo Lan’s father, Zuo Zhongtang.

After the middle-aged man left the bar with his beaten-up hooligans, Yang Gang finally nodded with interest.

"This man is someone worth my attention, whether as an opponent or anything else. Hmm... Maybe, I should recruit him into my arms organization? If I have both Zuo Zhongtang and that man guarding ’Love and World Peace’, our security level would be boosted by fifty percent."

At that moment, sirens rang out in the distance. Yang Gang wasn’t in the mood to visit the police station again. Since he came to Hangcheng, he seemed to have developed an unhealthy familiarity with it.

Quickly straightening his clothes, Yang Gang was about to check on the woman in sunglasses.

But at that moment, something nudged at his back.

Yang Gang stiffened, recognising what it was...

A gun!

"Damn, this is really a modern version of ’The Farmer and the Viper.’" A savage smile crossed Yang Gang’s mind.

"Do you still remember me?" The woman said, removing her mask.