The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 103: The 22nd Body Identity_1

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: The 22nd Body Identity_1

After eating breakfast, Zhang Xian dropped his dishes off and returned to the front door.

He knew that Buckteeth Zhou and his gang would be back soon, and they would be fuming with rage.

Sure enough, a Mercedes off-road vehicle led the way, followed by two Jinbei vans, which sped in from one direction and stopped in front of the mansion.

"Damnit," Buckteeth Zhou climbed out of the Mercedes, striding towards Zhang Xian.

Although he was born and raised in Tiandu, and familiar with every street, he could not possibly know the numbers of every building, a thing most people wouldn’t remember as they found it useless.

He had previously thought that Wu Dajun had made a mistake and didn’t think too much about it. However, he regretfully discovered later that he was ruthlessly deceived by a youngster.

"You’re back quite quickly," Zhang Xian smiled.

"Kid, you’ve got some guts!" Buckteeth Zhou approached Zhang Xian, asking sternly, "Do you know who the hell I am?"

"You’re Buckteeth Zhou."

"Oh, you knew who I was and still dared to deceive me?" Buckteeth Zhou was taken aback.

In the Xitan district, there were very few people who did not recognize him. His reputation was quite known and not many people dared to disrespect him.

"Of course I know you." Zhang Xian laughed and said, "Frankly, I am Zhang Xian. You are here today to avenge your son, isn’t it?"

"You’re Zhang Xian?" Buckteeth Zhou exclaimed.

"Yes." Zhang Xian shook his head, making a cracking noise, and said: "I remember telling you that I’m quite a good fighter and for you to bring more men, why didn’t you listen? Honestly, I thought you were smart and could catch on quickly, so that I could have a good fight. Now it seems, your pig-headedness, it’s no wonder you have such a disgraceful son."

"You..." Buckteeth Zhou was furious.

He was Buckteeth Zhou, well-renowned for years. When had he ever faced such humiliation? Zhang Xian’s cunning words were a tad bit too sharp.

"Kid, are you seeking death? Daring to talk to our boss like this?" a gang member yelled angrily.

"What did you say?" Zhang Xian sidestepped, appearing in front of the man.

Seeing this, the gang member shrunk back.

What the hell? How was he so fast? He had covered several meters in the blink of an eye, a plane couldn’t have moved that fast, could it?

"Bang..." Zhang Xian kicked him, saying coldly, "You guys are from the underworld. You should know the rules, right? I’m speaking with your boss, where did you get off interrupting us?"

The gang member didn’t even know what had happened before he was blown away, lying on the ground and groaning in pain.

Buckteeth Zhou looked at Zhang Xian in shock, stepping back.

He didn’t clearly see how Zhang Xian had carried out the attack. He only felt a gust of wind blowing past him and Zhang Xian had appeared in front of his man. The whole thing had taken less than a second.

Could it be that, this man was a formidable martial artist? Is that why he likes to beat up people’s sons?

"Attack him."

Suddenly, Zhou retreated. As soon as he gave the order, he quickly took off towards his Mercedes. If anything went wrong, he was ready to dive into the car and make a quick getaway.

His men didn’t know their boss had already decided to retreat. They yelled and charged towards Zhang Xian.

"Too few."

Zhang Xian couldn’t get quite excited.

However, since they’d taken the initiative to attack, he couldn’t very well act coy and decided to go all out to finish them off.

"Retreat, retreat quickly..." Sitting in the back of the Mercedes, Buckteeth Zhou cried out.

Zhang Xian had acted so mightily that he could single-handedly fend them all off. His men flew in and couldn’t even touch his clothes.

The driver, too scared of Zhang Xian’s abilities, started the Mercedes and sped off quickly.

Seeing their boss had run off, the gang members didn’t dare to stay any longer. They got up one by one, dashing into the vans. The very same men, who were crying out in pain not too long ago, were now displaying remarkable speed, agile like monkeys.

"Ah, they can’t fight, but they sure run fast."

Seeing them all run off, Zhang Xian was a bit stunned. He closed the front gate and turned around to go back inside.

Leaning against the door, Li Peichi sipped on a juice box while eyeing Zhang Xian like a curious kitten, her gaze filled with scrutiny.

Zhang Xian was indeed handsome, sporting smooth and flawless skin. It was somewhat strange for a man to have such skin. As far as body build goes, Zhang Xian didn’t have an advantage. If she was to give an evaluation, it would be that his body was well balanced. Compared to those muscular men, he didn’t seem to have any explosive power. Yet, behind that skinny build, lay an incredible strength.

"While I admit I am very handsome, could you not keep staring at me? I feel overwhelmed," Zhang Xian said.

"Are you trained in martial arts?" Li Peichi asked.

"Are you a woman?" Zhang Xian asked.

"You..." Li Peichi was furious, "Zhang Xian, what the hell do you mean?"

"Ah, weren’t you watching all this time? Do you think I would look this cool if I hadn’t trained?"

Zhang Xian rolled his eyes at Li Peichi and muttered to himself: "These days, gorgeous appearances often deceive and make people overlook inner qualities. How pitiful!"

Li Peichi was furious. She threw her juice box on the ground and stomped on it, yelling, "Damn you, Zhang Xian, I’ll stomp you out."

...

Things at home were all sorted out, and now with Zhang Xian watching over her, Fong Yu could finally breathe a sigh of relief and go to school.

After packing up, she picked up her bag and was ready to leave.

Zhang Xian happened to walk in and saw Fong Yu heading out, he frowned, "Where are you going? You, right now, are still not completely safe. Don’t run around."

"Ah... I... I’m going to school."

"School?" Zhang Xian paused before saying, "Okay, school should be safe, I’ll take you. But unless you have something important, try not to leave the school grounds. If you need anything, come to me."

"Mm, thanks, Brother Zhang Xian." nodded Fong Yu.

At this point, Dong Qian suddenly ran over, expressing a desire to join. Zhu Qing also wanted to go along, simply out of boredom at home.

Zhang Xian had no choice but to agree.

He already knew that these two girls clung to him like burrs, following wherever he goes.

As he passed by Li Peichi, he turned and said, "They can go, but you can’t. Stay at home."

Li Peichi pouted her lips and got into the backseat of the Bentley. If Zhang Xian refused her, she would insist on going. After all, whatever Zhang Xian didn’t want her to do, she would do.

Of course, she didn’t know that this was all a part of Zhang Xian’s intentional plan.

...

Sitting next to the window, Mo Shaoyun turned to look out of the window, mechanically stirring her coffee with a spoon.

This action, she had been carrying it out for ten minutes now, and was as motionless as a beautiful wax statue.

Xiao Nan sat across from her, smiling bitterly.

She originally thought that a perfect woman like Mo Shaoyun, who had countless suitors and could pick and choose, would have an enviable and heartwarming romantic relationship.

However, reality proved her guess wrong, and terribly so.

It seemed like Mo Shaoyun’s romantic life was full of twists and turns even before it had properly begun. And what’s worse, Zhang Xian was no different.

She couldn’t deny that she initially looked down on Zhang Xian, as he seemed to belong to a different world than Mo Shaoyun. Now she realized that first impressions of Zhang Xian belied his inner depth. Over time, Zhang Xian’s inner qualities gradually become apparent, and in ways, most people could not comprehend. Even now, she still couldn’t figure him out.

"How’s your work going?" Mo Shaoyun suddenly turned her head and hoarsely asked.

"I’ve made contact, I’m going for an interview tomorrow." Xiao Nan smiled.

Mo Shaoyun nodded, moistened her somewhat dry lips with the coffee, and stopped talking. Now she seemed even colder than before.

"Shaoyun, what a coincidence."

Suddenly, a young man walked over, smiling.

"Cao, are you interested in Tiandu?" Xiao Nan smiled: "You seem to have been here for a long time."

"I came here not for business, but for Shaoyun." Cao Ge smiled.

Mo Shaoyun sat still, as if Cao Ge was non-existent.

Noticing Mo Shaoyun’s indifference, Cao Ge frowned: "Shaoyun, what’s wrong? Are you upset? How about I take you for a walk?"

Mo Shaoyun shook her head, "No need."

"Uh..." Cao Ge sat down next to Mo Shaoyun, and said, "Shaoyun, can you stop being so lukewarm with me? To me, Zhang Xian is not worth it for you to come all the way from Beijing. You and him are not of the same world. I admit, Zhang Xian seems to be a bit capable, but his methods don’t really align with ours."

Mo Shaoyun turned her head, looked at Cao Ge coldly and asked word by word: "Are you finished?"

Subconsciously, Cao Ge moved aside a bit, as if he was somewhat frightened. Needless to say, Mo Shaoyun’s aura was damn powerful!

Xiao Nan gave Cao Ge a sympathetic look. This guy had come to Mo Shaoyun and started badmouthing Zhang Xian, undoubtedly shooting himself in the foot.

Right now, the person Mo Shaoyun was least willing to let go was Zhang Xian.

"A goddess, a real goddess!" Suddenly, a voice of astonishment sounded.

Then, a ’meatball’ man clad in a white suit, with sparkling eyes and an astonished face, ’rolled’ over.

"Who are you? Get lost." Cao Ge said with displeasure.

"Yo..." The meatball got angry, "Kid, it’s true that I haven’t been back in years, but who are you? I’ve never seen you before! Dare to talk to me like that?"

"Who cares who you are?" Cao Ge looked disdainful. Tiandu was a small place, who could compare to him in terms of status?

"The humble me is Yao Shuai, from the Yao family. Have you heard of it?" The meatball asked with a cold face.

"That Yao family, the one that’s on par with the Dong family?" Cao Ge sneered, "Mate, I’m from the Cao Family from Beijing. Do you think your Yao family can compare to ours?"

"Oh, you’re from Beijing?" Yao Shuai paused for a moment before laughing again: "This is Tiandu, not Beijing. The reach of your Cao Family isn’t long enough."

Seeing two dumb rich boys here, comparing their family statuses, Mo Shaoyun grew cold and was about to leave. But then she saw a few familiar figures come in, she quickly sat down again, picked up the coffee, and started sipping it.