The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 298: You Smell of Perfume_1

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: You Smell of Perfume_1

That night, by a late-night food stall.

Black Dragon was sitting in a spot, slowly sipping from a glass of alcohol.

Who knew whether it was the taste of the food in the stall that attracted people or some other reason, but despite the cold wind outside, it was fully packed here and incredibly bustling.

"Hey, old man, piss off."

Suddenly, a group of hooligan-looking youths walked over. The one in the lead point at Black Dragon in a very arrogant manner.

Black Dragon cast a glance at the youth but didn’t seem interested in responding.

"Fuck, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me telling you to fuck off?" The youth, seeing Black Dragon’s non-reaction, was truly pissed.

When he came over, he noticed there were no vacant tables. Not wanting to go through much trouble, he decided to pick on an old guy. He didn’t expect that this old guy was quite gutsy, daring to ignore him.

Black Dragon still showed no interest in responding, as if there was no one around him.

The youth felt his authority was being challenged, and many people were watching. The old man’s disregarding made him lose face.

With the corners of his mouth twitched violently, he grabbed Black Dragon’s hair, aiming to drag him away.

Black Dragon was livid, absolutely livid.

They were just a few punks, he didn’t have any initial intention of responding. But who would have thought they would be so audacious to pull his hair, he who was a distinguished innate master!

A chilling light flashed in his eyes as he suddenly stood up, chopping out a palm.

"Ah..." a piercing scream echoed.

The youth turned his head and saw his own arm was cut right off at the shoulder. After just one glimpse, he fainted from fright.

"Oh my god... "

The other youths stared blankly, then turned and fled like mad.

The diners around them were also quite frightened, all of them retreating aside, staring in disbelief at the bloody stump where the youth’s arm was.

Without using any tools, how did the old man cut off someone’s arm? Could his shriveled hands actually have the power to slash through metal?

"Filled your stomach and now looking for trouble."

After tossing an old man’s banknote on the table, Black Dragon picked up the bottle of not-yet-finished wine and casually walked away as if nothing had happened.

When the diners saw Black Dragon had left, they let out a sigh of relief. Eating with an old man who was violent and cruel threatened their safety!

The faint-hearted didn’t intend to stay, and they all settled their bills and left. Looking at the youth’s bloody stump, they already found it quite difficult not to throw up, let alone continue eating.

Not far away, inside a Mercedes Benz.

Seeing the silhouette of Black Dragon, Xie Wuming hesitated for a while before saying, "Drive over there."

The driver nodded and drove the Mercedes beside Black Dragon.

Xie Wuming didn’t wait for the driver to open the door and got out himself, smiling at Black Dragon: "Sir, can we have a chat?"

Black Dragon glanced at Xie Wuming and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Xie Wuming said, "Anything from national affairs to trivial matters. As long as we can hold a conversation, we can talk about anything. Being out and about, making an extra friend can never do harm, right?"

"Ha, ha..." Black Dragon laughed, "You think that just because you’re driving a Mercedes, you’re worthy of being my friend? In my eyes, you’re nothing."

With that, he turned and walked away.

As an innate master, he was bound to have some arrogance. Even if Xie Wuming was driving a gold-plated Bugatti Veyron, he wouldn’t be interested.

At his level, he was not easily swayed by money. To him, money was just a number.

Xie Wuming was somewhat annoyed to see the old man in front of him acting so insolently.

But he didn’t lose his temper; instead, he continued to follow. Having spent time with Wu Que, he sensed from the old man a similar aura. This guy was a master.

Black Dragon turned around, "What are you following me for? From what you saw just now, shouldn’t you know that I’m not an easy old man to mess with?"

Xie Wuming laughed and said, "Sir, having a friend when you’re out is the same as having some security. I have a feeling, sir, that you’re not from around here, are you?"

Black Dragon asked, "So what if I am, what if I’m not? If you don’t leave, I’ll beat you silly."

"Please, sir, don’t be angry." Xie Wuming suppressed the anger in his heart and smiled, "Since sir isn’t local to this place,

why not have a chat with me and find someone who might be able to help you?"

Black Dragon hesitated for a moment, and said, "What you said is indeed reasonable."

Xie Wuming saw that Black Dragon had agreed, and let out a sigh of relief. It had been hard to come by such a formidable character. He didn’t want to let him go just like that.

If he could keep the old man in front of him in check, he would feel more confident about dealing with Zhang Xian. It was important to know, Zhang Xian was not weak. Qin Mazi and Jin Sanbao had been taken out without a sound.

If his guess was right, Zhang Xian might have the power to compete with Wu Que.

"Yo, Ni Qiu, out for a walk?"

Suddenly, a Ferrari pulled up. After the car window was rolled down, Zhang Xian stuck out his head and smiled, "What? Missed me and came here especially to catch a glimpse of me?"

"Zhang Xian, you... you..." Black Dragon nearly exploded with rage upon seeing Zhang Xian.

He was, after all, an Innate expert. And yet, this damned bastard, Zhang Xian, had dared to call him Ni Qiu (mud loach). Was he trying to infuriate him to death?

Xie Wuming noticed Zhang Xian knew the old guy, and that the old guy seemed helpless in front of Zhang Xian, causing Xie to widen his eyes incredulously. Just how formidable was this little bastard?

"Oh, Old Man Xie is here too?" Zhang Xian chuckled, asking, "What are you two old men doing here so late at night? In the moonlight and the blooming flowers, are you creating a romantic atmosphere?"

Xie Wuming’s mouth twitched a few times unnaturally but he ignored Zhang Xian.

"Damn it, brat, you come out right now!" Black Dragon was so angry that his hair stood on end; he was ready to pop his eyes out.

Even at his old age, he kept up with the times and knew what "creating a romantic atmosphere" implied. He, an exalted Innate expert, wouldn’t engage in such activities, right?

Okay! Even if he wanted to, he would definitely find someone of equivalent social standing. How could he possibly stoop to the level of this old guy who had no appearance, physique, momentum, or distinguishing features?

Zhang Xian chuckled, "What? You want to fight me?"

"Damn it, I’m going to teach you a lesson." Enraged, Black Dragon picked up a brick from the side and tossed it hard onto the tail of the Ferrari.

At this moment, he had reached his breaking point and ignored the fact that he was an Innate expert. Zhang Xian was too infuriating, riling him up despite his normally calm demeanor.

Of course, the main reason he didn’t make a move was that he had no recourse against Zhang Xian; even if they did fight, it would be pointless.

"Damn it, Ni Qiu, you’re so shameless!" Zhang Xian cursed and hurriedly fled the scene.

His thinking was similar to Black Dragon’s. There was no use in fighting since it wouldn’t make a difference; both of them were just waiting for the right opportunity to take each other down.

"I’ll smash you..." Holding a brick, Black Dragon ran a short distance and fiercely threw it in the direction the Ferrari had disappeared.

Anyone who knew Black Dragon would laugh their heads off seeing this side of him. Was this really the ruthless Black Dragon, known as the ’Black-faced Yama’?

Xie Wuming watched Black Dragon acting like a child and wore a blank expression. Was this guy really an expert?

...

After dropping off Duan Hong, Wen Yulan, Fu Meiting, and Yueyue back to Rose Garden, Zhang Xian didn’t intend to stay and drove back to Dong Qian’s villa.

With Wu Que still at large and now Black Dragon’s appearance, he didn’t dare to leave Mo Shaoyun and the other girls alone at the villa.

Regardless of what is said, Black Dragon was still an Innate expert, who cared about his reputation. He might not take action against the girls. But he couldn’t say the same for Xie Wuming. He dared not take that risk.

"Zhang Xian, what were you doing again? You’ve returned so late." Seeing Zhang Xian return, Mo Shaoyun coldly asked.

Zhu Qing ran to Zhang Xian’s side, wrinkled her brows and asked, "Dead Zhang Xian, you smell of perfume. Did you go out and have a good time with another beauty?"

"Do I smell of perfume?" Zhang Xian sniffed himself and said, "No, I don’t!"

Zhu Qing was furious, "Are you implying that I’m making things up?"

Xiao Nan came over to Zhang Xian and after sniffing, she frowned, "You do have the scent of perfume on you."

Zhang Xian sniffed himself again and still couldn’t smell anything, but now he was curious. He had only held Wen Yulan today, why would he have the scent of perfume on him? This was scientifically illogical!

"Sister Nan" never even wore perfume.

Zhu Qing crossed her arms and asked, "Dead Zhang Xian, aren’t you going to explain?"

Zhang Xian furrowed his brows, but then quickly laughed, "What good time with which beauty are you talking about? I just went to the bar, you know how it is."

"We don’t know squat!" Zhu Qing retorted, "Are we girls of such low standard that you have to go to a bar to pick up chicks?"

"Cough cough..." Zhang Xian casually coughed, "Qingqing, you misunderstood me. The bar was crowded and people were bumping into each other everywhere. It’s normal for me to accidentally catch someone’s perfume."

Li Peichi sneered, "Hmm, keep making excuses."

Zhang Xian was annoyed and glared at her, "Little Sister Peici, what do you mean by that? Will you believe me if I kiss you again?"

Li Peichi was quite scared and quickly covered her mouth and obediently moved aside.

Ever since she was kissed forcibly by Zhang Xian, she didn’t dare to mess with him again. She had no choice, Zhang Xian was bold, and she didn’t want to be forcefully kissed again if she stood up to him.

Mo Shaoyun and Xiao Nan both wore a stern face. They had seen shameless people before, but never someone as shameless as Zhang Xian. Only Zhang Xian could say such things.

Seeing Mo Shaoyun and Zhu Qing giving him a cold look, Zhang Xian wiped his nose and asked, "Wife, Qingqing, why are you looking at me with such strange expressions?"

Mo Shaoyun simply harrumphed and turned away, ignoring Zhang Xian.

Xiao Nan glanced at Zhang Xian and said, "Not bad! Without anyone noticing, you’ve managed to win over Li Peichi."

"Ah..." Li Peichi raised her head and quickly waved her hands, "Sister Nan, don’t say nonsense. There’s nothing going on between Zhang Xian and me. I don’t like this bastard at all! He’s so shameless."

Zhang Xian boastfully said, "Little Sister Peici, why didn’t you say that I was shameless when we were kissing?"