Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 365 - 364: The Strong Huo Qianfang

Chapter 365: Chapter 364: The Strong Huo Qianfang

Ying’er immediately dodged the young man’s hand and asked in a hurry, "What are you doing?"

The young man’s face showed slight irritation; he had never been given the cold shoulder like this before.

But considering the beauty before him, he decided to tolerate it.

"Beautiful lady, let’s just talk, what’s the big deal!" the young man said with a smile: "We’re all out to have fun, why be so uptight, right?"

As the young man spoke, he reached out to grab Ying’er’s arm.

He had only stretched out his hand halfway when Su Yang grabbed his wrist.

The young man struggled but couldn’t break free and got angry: "What are you doing?"

Su Yang said, "If someone doesn’t talk to you, it means they don’t want to deal with you; why can’t you take a hint!"

"Fuck, who are you talking to!" the young man cursed: "What are you? Do you know who I am? I’ll tell you, my name is Yong Zi, and this whole area is my turf. You’re showing off on my territory, you tired of living or what?"

Su Yang looked up, smiled faintly, and said to the young man, "So you’re involved in the underworld, huh!"

"Knowing I’m from the underworld and you still won’t retract your claws!" the young man glared and said: "Believe it or not, I’ll chop off your fucking hand!"

"Don’t believe it!" Su Yang replied directly.

"Motherfucker, you’re asking for it!" the young man cursed angrily and grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it toward Su Yang’s head: "I’ll cure your fucking pretense!"

Su Yang threw a punch directly at the bottle, smashing it to pieces with his fist.

The young man was stunned for a moment, but soon cursed again: "You dare fight back, beat him up for me!"

The wannabe gangsters in the distance were already eager to try, and at his command, they immediately rushed in. The men surrounded Su Yang, while the girls headed straight for Ying’er.

"Fucking pretentious bitch!"

"Take off her mask!"

"Just a mask? Rip off her clothes!"

"Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, tear off her clothes, that’ll be fun!"

The spunky girls excitedly approached, and the men dining around also instantly perked up. If the clothes were torn off, that would be quite a sight.

Just then, a sports car roared over and stopped directly in front of Ying’er, blocking all the spunky girls.

As the car door opened, a pair of legs that seemed to stretch to the sky stepped out. Following that, Huo Qianfang, with a face full of valor, walked out of the car.

She glanced at Ying’er, then at the spunky girls and frowned, saying coldly: "Scram!"

The spunky girls were taken aback, and the leader, with a rainbow-colored punk hairstyle, shouted: "Who do you think you’re telling to scram? Do you know who you’re talking to? Ever heard of Da Kun, the big sister head of North Seventh Street? You dare talk to me like that, are you looking for death?"

Huo Qianfang didn’t even glance at her, simply waved her hand and said, "Fight!"

No sooner had her voice fallen than two women stepped forward from behind her.

One of the women walked straight toward the spunky girls; the punk-haired leader glared and said: "What, you think you can stand up for her..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman had grabbed her hair and, with a pull and a toss, pressed her face down onto the table.

Psh, a gory splash, and all anyone saw was blood spraying in every direction. By the time the killjoy scrambled up, his face was covered in blood, his nose flattened, wailing for his parents in pain.

The remaining few tomboys were petrified, accustomed to bullying in numbers rather than genuinely harmful acts. Such a scene was beyond anything they had ever encountered!

However, the woman Huo Qianfang had brought showed no mercy. She charged into their midst, and with each move she made, a girl was guaranteed to hit the floor. In no time, all these wannabe tough girls were down, faces bloody, wailing in agony.

Meanwhile, that woman made her way over to where Su Yang and the gang youngsters were. Her attacks were even more brutal than before, her palm concealing a small dagger. Every time she struck, someone’s tendons were severed, whether in the hand or foot, leaving them crippled.

In less than a minute, she had all the young hooligans sprawling on the floor.

Yong Zi was the last one standing. His face turned pale with fear, and he stammered urgently, "My big brother is Da Kun, you guys..."

But before he could finish, the woman grabbed his wrist and severed his hand tendons with swift precision.

Yong Zi fell to the ground, his cries turning to roars of fury: "I... my big brother won’t let you get away with this, he won’t let you get away with this..."

The woman kicked him squarely in the mouth, silencing Yong Zi mid-sentence as blood gushed from his mouth.

Standing by, Su Yang merely shrugged his shoulders. This scene had saved him the trouble of getting involved.

By now, Huo Qianfang had approached their table. Her gaze swept over Ying’er and Yue Jing, before fixing on Su Yang. She said coldly, "Sit!"

Su Yang smiled but said nothing, while Ying’er clenched her teeth, "Sit why? What’s there to talk about between us?"

"Are you afraid of me?" Huo Qianfang countered.

"Afraid of you?" Ying’er’s temper flared, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

"Then why won’t you sit?" Huo Qianfang retorted with a sneer.

"Who says I won’t sit!" Ying’er marched over, sat down angrily and demanded, "Spit it out, whatever it is. Then scram quickly; don’t ruin my meal!"

"Heh..." Huo Qianfang let out a cold laugh. Her gaze turned toward Su Yang, "Are you the composer of that song?"

Su Yang responded with an enigmatic smile.

Huo Qianfang’s expression cooled as she spoke with gravity, "How much for that song, I’ll buy it!"

"Hey, what do you think you’re doing!" Ying’er panicked, who does she think she is to snatch her song right in front of her.

"As far as I know, you two haven’t signed a contract yet. The rights to the song are up for grabs," Huo Qianfang said coldly: "Tell me how much it would take for you to sell it to me!"

"What are you trying to do?" Ying’er was desperate, "That’s my song!"

"It’s mine now!" Huo Qianfang declared frostily.

"You’re... you’re dreaming..." Ying’er was frantic, "I won’t give you the song!"

"I was speaking to the composer. Did I say I was talking to you?" Huo Qianfang rebuked coldly.

"You..." Ying’er was at a loss for words, her anxious gaze turning to Su Yang, fearing he might agree.

Su Yang, however, remained composed. He sat down next to Ying’er and said with a light smile, "Miss Huo took the time to enquire about the song, yet didn’t she care to ask about me? Or perhaps, Miss Huo, you don’t even know my name?"

Huo Qianfang frowned; indeed, she only knew that the song was written by the man beside Ying’er. But his name? She really hadn’t bothered to learn it. Proud and domineering since childhood, her disregard for others had been instilled early on.

"What does your name have to do with the money I’m willing to pay?" Huo Qianfang retorted coldly, "I don’t need to know your name, just how much you want for the song, isn’t that enough?"