Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 297: Nonsensical

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Nonsensical

Mr. Yang? Which Mr. Yang?

Originally, when Silver Wolf suddenly made a move, the crowd was so shocked that it was as if they were watching an action movie that had frozen mid-scene.

One by one, they turned their confused gazes to follow Silver Wolf’s line of sight.

What they saw was Dong Jianfang sitting on the ground drenched in sweat, Han Ruxue pale with terror and yet to recover, and... a seemingly ordinary young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old, whom everyone had overlooked—Yang Tian!

Could it be Yang Tian that made Silver Wolf stop so abruptly?

Yan Baizi also stared at Silver Wolf with a face full of confusion, completely unable to comprehend what had transpired.

In his view, it absolutely couldn’t be because of Yang Tian, that inconspicuous boy. Could it be that Dong Jianfang had hidden some powerful expert nearby?

The more Yan Baizi thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. As someone who could hire Silver Wolf, his old rival Dong Jianfang might also have managed to enlist some formidable expert, right?

So Yan Baizi immediately sneered at Dong Jianfang, who was sitting on the ground, and said mockingly, "Dong Jianfang, you’re putting up quite an act! Where’s the expert you invited? Hurry up and show them!"

Expert?

Where could Dong Jianfang find an expert? He hadn’t even expected Yan Baizi to be on this yacht.

His face immediately showed a look of complete confusion.

Seeing Dong Jianfang like this, Yan Baizi became even more angered and shouted, "You’re still pretending..."

"Shut up!"

Just then, Silver Wolf let out a cold shout, completely cutting off Yan Baizi’s words.

Yan Baizi froze, his face filled with confusion, as he looked at Silver Wolf and asked, "Mr. Silver Wolf, you..."

But Silver Wolf didn’t respond to him at all. He continued to look in Yang Tian’s direction, taking a deep breath, his heart feeling as though it was crushed under the weight of a mountain.

Because the man sitting right there was none other than China’s strongest Martial God, Mr. Yang!

As a widely known and frequently task-taking assassin within Blood Kill, Silver Wolf had been aware of Yang Tian ever since Yang Tian slaughtered Wang Tian, taking first place on the Blood Slaughter Bounty List.

They were all powerful individuals listed on the Blood Slaughter Bounty List and Innate Martial Kings. Although Silver Wolf only ranked fourteenth, he had regarded Yang Tian with caution, but it hadn’t reached the level of reverence he felt now.

Over time, as news about Yang Tian repeatedly filtered into Blood Kill’s ranks, Silver Wolf’s awe for Yang Tian grew deeper and deeper.

Taking on the Xuanling Sect single-handedly and defeating the legendary Luo Wenchang.

Surviving an ambush by the Five top-level innate, killing four while forcing one to flee.

Especially the recent internationally shocking incident in Japan, which had elevated Yang Tian directly into the realm of gods.

Faced with someone whose every move sent shockwaves through the world, who constantly trampled the strong beneath his feet, how could Silver Wolf not feel reverence? How could he not tremble?

So everyone now watched as Silver Wolf, who had been exuding murderous intent moments ago, suddenly transformed into a humble figure, hastily walking up to Yang Tian. He deeply bowed ninety degrees, his voice filled with utmost reverence as he said, "I, Silver Wolf, pay my respects to... Mr. Yang. I did not know Mr. Yang was here, and I foolishly disturbed you. I humbly ask for your forgiveness!"

Silence!

Deathly silence!

This outcome was beyond anyone’s imagination.

Even though Silver Wolf had been staring at Yang Tian and eventually approached him, none of them could have predicted that Silver Wolf, who mere moments ago instilled fear in everyone by merely making a move, would now show such reverence—towards Yang Tian, this seemingly unremarkable young man.

How was this possible?

How could this be?

Furthermore, what did Silver Wolf just call himself?

Silver Wolf referred to himself as "I, Silver Wolf"?

Good heavens! This was practically treating Yang Tian like an unfathomably supreme figure!

Who was Silver Wolf?

An Innate Martial King, ranked fourteenth on the Blood Slaughter Bounty List.

What kind of person could make Silver Wolf behave like this?

"Could this young man be the son of some great figure in China? Or perhaps the prince of some country? But even if that were the case, it wouldn’t warrant Silver Wolf, an Innate Martial King, to act so submissively!"

The crowd couldn’t help but speculate wildly.

Dong Jianfang and Han Ruxue, who had witnessed this scene, were also completely dumbfounded and frozen in place.

Han Ruxue was just caught off guard, but Dong Jianfang, who had seen Yang Tian sitting next to Han Ruxue earlier, didn’t even regard Yang Tian as worth noticing, even feeling dissatisfied when Yang Tian failed to stand or show any respect toward him.

Looking back now, if Dong Jianfang had actually expressed his displeasure earlier, he might have committed a grave error!

Despite everyone’s astonishment and speculation, Yang Tian remained as composed as ever. His only reaction was a slight frown as he coldly addressed Silver Wolf, "You know me?"

"I do..."

Silver Wolf instinctively started to reply but abruptly stopped.

How could he be sure Yang Tian wanted his identity revealed?

After all, Yang Tian was sitting alongside Han Ruxue, a stunningly beautiful woman. If Yang Tian was simply staying under the radar to court her, then blurting out the truth would spoil his plans, wouldn’t it?

Slightly uneasy, Silver Wolf hesitated and mumbled, "I... I... Perhaps I should pretend I don’t know, hmm?"

Hearing this, the audience almost found it amusing but didn’t dare laugh aloud.

The previously intimidating Silver Wolf now seemed like a nervous schoolboy responding to a teacher’s questioning, utterly unlike someone ranked fourteenth on the Blood Slaughter Bounty List.

But Silver Wolf hardly cared about their opinions.

In his eyes, the crowd was no more than ants. But offending Yang Tian? That might bring about his downfall!

Silver Wolf even regretted accepting Yan Baizi’s task to kill Dong Jianfang.

If he had known he’d run into Yang Tian, he wouldn’t have come even if he had ten lives to spare!

Yet Yang Tian was oblivious to Silver Wolf’s thoughts, or perhaps he simply didn’t care to know. He calmly said, "I don’t like too much commotion at this banquet. Also, that thing—the Wisteria—I’ve taken a liking to it."

"Yes, yes!"

Silver Wolf quickly picked up the box containing the Wisteria that Dong Jianfang had dropped and carefully placed it in front of Yang Tian with both hands, saying, "Mr. Yang, please keep it. I promise you that no one will cause any trouble here at this banquet—or on this yacht."

"Mr. Silver Wolf, how can this be! Isn’t Blood Kill all about taking money to kill people? I haven’t even dealt with Dong Jianfang yet! And furthermore, given your reputation as Silver Wolf, why would you show such respect to this boy who still reeks of youth?"

Hearing Silver Wolf’s words, Yan Baizi furrowed his brow and spoke up.

He didn’t know who Yang Tian was, but as a man of the underworld, he naturally had a bold streak. He had already declared his intent to settle accounts with Dong Jianfang, and if he backed down now, how could he hold his ground in the world of crime?

Considering this, Yan Baizi snickered maliciously, seemingly trying to bait Silver Wolf as he continued, "And besides, this is the sea! Mr. Silver Wolf, even if this kid has a powerful background, as long as he’s thrown into the ocean, who could trace it back to you? No matter how influential his background is, wouldn’t it all be for naught?"

Thrown into the ocean, with no repercussions regardless of background?

Hearing Yan Baizi’s words, Dong Jianfang, who had just begun to recover, turned pale with fright.

It was as Yan Baizi said.

Although everyone was surprised at Silver Wolf’s respect toward Yang Tian, ultimately, no one thought it was due to Yang Tian himself.

After all, how old could Yang Tian be?

Seventeen or eighteen, barely twenty at most.

Many of those present had children around that age.

Their children were, for the most part, still indulging in lives of excess. The brighter ones were beginning to dabble in family industries—but usually only under the shelter of their parents and elders!