The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 314 Am I very sharp-tongued?_1

Chapter 314: Chapter 314 Am I very sharp-tongued?_1

Zhang Xian noticed the herbal medicine pickers were about to head up the mountain and weren’t interested in speaking with him. So, he reached out and slapped Mu Cheng’s perky buttocks.

"Ah...." Mu Cheng screamed, glaring at Zhang Xian in anger: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Xian wiped his nose and said, "Nothing much. Just noticed that Elder Sister Cheng’s butt was quite appealing, couldn’t resist giving it a smack. Whoa, didn’t know how spot on it was until I gave it a pat!"

Mu Cheng frowned: "What... What’s wrong with my butt?"

Zhang Xiang replied: "Nothing at all, just felt it had a great bounce to it. Never noticed it before."

"Damn you, Zhang Xian, you pervert, you...you can just drop dead!" Mu Cheng turned around and stormily headed towards the Audi.

Just now when she saw the serious expression on Zhang Xian’s face, she thought there was something wrong with her body. Who would have guessed this damn-guy was just being cheekily lascivious again, and so convincingly too.

Zhang Xian chuckled and followed her into the Audi’s passenger seat, "Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, I can hold up the sky for you."

Mu Cheng rolled her eyes at Zhang Xian but ignored him.

Zhang Xian nudged Mu Cheng, "Elder Sister Cheng, why aren’t you looking at me? Why aren’t you smiling at me?"

Mu Cheng turned her head and asked, "Why should I look at you? Why should I smile at you? Why are you so inexplicably narcissistic?"

Zhang Xian said, "I’m so handsome, why wouldn’t you look at me, why wouldn’t you smile at me? Where am I inexplicably narcissistic? It’s confidence, incomparable."

Mu Cheng slapped her forehead, started the Audi, stepped on the gas, and jetted away.

"Elder Sister Cheng, why are you in such a hurry? Let’s chat! It’s still early, we don’t have to rush back."

"I don’t want to chat with you."

"Why?"

"Just because, no reason."

"But I want to chat with you."

"Go to hell..."

...

Somewhere in a lounge of Sunset Town.

Fu Meiting, Dong Qian, and Duan Hong sat on the couch, bored while watching television.

Their current feeling was like having a mountain of gold right in front of them, but they couldn’t reach it. The frustration was unbearable.

Before coming here, they’d been worried that Sunset Town was impoverished and lacked places to have fun. After arriving, Sunset Town surprised them, sweeping away all their previous gloominess.

What troubled them was that despite the prosperity of Sunset Town, they couldn’t go out and enjoy it.

"Ding dong..."

The sound of the doorbell suddenly rang.

Dong Qian was taken aback. Thinking it was Zhang Xian and Mu Cheng returning, she quickly ran out.

But when she saw the middle-aged men standing outside the gate instead of Zhang Xian and Mu Cheng, she immediately stopped in her tracks, asking, "What...what are you all here for?"

"Honey, open the door," one of the middle-aged men said.

Dong Qian showed no intention of opening the door, "You...you need to tell me what you’re here for first."

"We came to see Mu Cheng. Open the door," the middle-aged man responded.

Dong Qian dared not let them in; they didn’t seem like good people at a glance.

Fu Meiting and Duan Hong came out from the inside. Seeing the men outside, the former said coldly: "Mu Cheng is not home, go back where you came from."

"Shit... What do you mean by this? Are you hiding and refusing to meet people? Since when did the Mu Family become so cowardly, not even daring to meet people?" The middle-aged man sneered dismissively.

Fu Meiting sneered: "Sir, I think you’ve got it wrong. It’s not that Mu Cheng doesn’t dare to see people, but she’s not at home."

"Fine, then we’ll wait here. I’d like to see how long she can hide." The middle-aged man didn’t believe her, thinking that Mu Cheng was at home but didn’t dare to come out.

"Suit yourselves," Fu Meiting chuckled, turning around and leading Duan Hong and Dong Qian back inside.

The middle-aged man didn’t leave and stood guard at the door.

They had tried to collect a debt from the Black Fist Club the day before but instead were beaten by Mu Cheng’s people. They could not swallow this humiliation; Mu Cheng needed to give them an explanation.

If it weren’t for the fact that Mu Cheng was from the Mu Family, they would’ve smashed in the door by now.

"Squeak..." Not long after, an Audi slowly drove up and parked at the entrance.

Mu Cheng got out of the car and asked with a furrowed brow, "What are you doing here? Why are you blocking my door?"

"Miss Mu, so you really were outside!" The middle-aged man saw that it was Mu Cheng who had arrived, paused for a moment then sneered coldly, "You shouldn’t have forgotten about yesterday’s matter so quickly, have you?"

Mu Cheng furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Are you from the Black Fist Club?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, "That’s right, your Mu Family and our Black Fist Club have always kept out of each other’s way. Don’t you think you owe us an explanation for yesterday’s incident, Miss Mu?

Mu Cheng turned her head to look at Zhang Xian.

Emerging from the car, Zhang Xian stepped forward with a smile: "What kind of explanation do you want?"

The middle-aged man asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Xian hugged Mu Cheng, kissed her pink blush cheeks, and chuckled, "I’m her man, got a problem with that?"

Mu Cheng was caught off guard by Zhang Xian’s kiss, furious to say the least. But she wouldn’t lose face for him in public, so she let Zhang Xian take his advantage.

The middle-aged man then asked, "Can you represent Mu Cheng? Represent the Mu Family?"

Zhang Xian looked the middle-aged man up and down, and replied, "Brother, you look like a henpecked husband! It’s okay to let small things slide, but you can’t be spineless in important matters!"

"Ah..." The middle-aged man sighed, "Speaking of my spendthrift wife is just aggravating, let’s drop it!"

Zhang Xian patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder, "I feel you."

"Thank you!" The middle-aged man nodded in response.

The moment he realized things seemed off, he immediately widened his eyes, "Damn, who...who told you about my wife? Clear things up quickly, so I can report back."

Mu Cheng facepalmed, her face full of disbelief.

The underlings who came with the middle-aged man all turned their heads, unable to face their boss.

If you’re afraid of your wife at home, that’s one thing. But should you really be airing your dirty laundry like this? Don’t you know it’s embarrassing?

Zhang Xian smirked, "Let’s discuss the Black Fist Club’s intention first."

The middle-aged man responded, "Our Black Fist Club doesn’t have any particular intention. You’re responsible for assaulting our people; you need to give an explanation and provide compensation."

"I see!" Zhang Xian nodded, "As it should be, I should apologize and provide compensation for assaulting someone."

The middle-aged man was pleasantly surprised to see Zhang Xian being submissive. He didn’t want any trouble and so he was no longer seeking one, "Since you agreed to rectify and compensate for your mistake, everything else is negotiable."

Mu Cheng turned her head and stared at Zhang Xian in disbelief.

This man was usually assertive, why did he seem so spineless today? Was he scared by the power of the Black Fist Club?

Was he still dreaming of monopolizing the medicinal herbs purchase in Sunset Town? Dreaming in broad daylight really shouldn’t be done like this!

"Yes, I agree to apologize and compensate." Zhang Xian wiped his nose and asked, "How much does the Black Fist Club intend to charge me?"

The middle-aged man answered, "You injured five people from our Black Fist Club. Not much, just a hundred thousand."

"Ah, that indeed isn’t much. I agree to compensate."

Seeing Zhang Xian accepting this, Mu Cheng frowned and asked, "Zhang Xian, what are you up to? Why should you pay money? You didn’t injure them severely, and you agree to pay when he asked for a hundred thousand?"

"A hundred thousand isn’t much!" Zhang Xian laughed, turned his head and asked the middle-aged man, "Brother, do you think a hundred thousand is a lot? It shouldn’t be, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it’s not much at all."

"I also think it’s not much." Zhang Xian smirked, faced the middle-aged man and said, "Brother, we’ve settled your matters, shouldn’t we deal with mine now? I fought your people, you asked me to compensate a hundred thousand, now you guys have fought my people, you should also compensate. And my men are much more valuable than yours. Your five people are only worth a hundred thousand, while one of mine is worth five hundred thousand."

The middle-aged man widened his eyes, "Damn, you expect us to compensate you?"

Mu Cheng was also surprised, looking at Zhang Xian with some resentment. This man pulling off something like this without giving her a heads up made her worry for nothing for so long.

Zhang Xian said to the middle-aged man, "Absolutely! If I have to compensate for fighting your people, why shouldn’t you have to pay for fighting mine?"

"I..." The middle-aged man muttered unclearly, saying, "That was us collecting a debt, your man owed our money."

Zhang Xian replied, "Exactly! That’s how it is."

The middle-aged man angrily responded, "What do you mean ’that’s how it is’? He didn’t pay back the money he owed us, it’s natural for us to beat him."

Zhang Xian said, "Isn’t that the same principle? You see, in your view, my person owes you money, so you hit him, right? From my point of view, it’s the same, you hit my person, naturally, I hit yours. Right? No matter who hit whom, it’s all because someone was stirring trouble, prompting someone to hit someone. Right?"

"Who...you...me...who..." The middle-aged man was at a loss, confused by Zhang Xian’s reasoning.

The minions saw their boss getting drawn into the nonsense and were a bit conflicted. However, they did not dare to say anything, as belittling the boss’s intelligence definitely wasn’t a smart move.

Mu Cheng also laughed, she had seen some fools, but not one quite like this.

Zhang Xian put his hand on the middle-aged man’s shoulder, "Brother, I explained this much to you, you should clearly understand now, right? So, in this case, you’ve made a profit, and you still owe me three hundred thousand!"

"This..." The middle-aged man furrowed his eyebrows, not responding.

He would definitely not acknowledge the debt of three hundred thousand. However, what Zhang Xian said earlier did make sense. No matter who hit whom, it’s caused by someone stirring up trouble.

If Zhang Xian’s people didn’t owe them money, they wouldn’t have hit anyone. If they didn’t hit anyone, Zhang Xian wouldn’t have hit their people. Hm, this was indeed the right logic, the problem doesn’t seem so simple.

"Go home! I won’t require you to return the money." Zhang Xian generously waved his hand.

The middle-aged man hesitated, then shouted out loud and took his people away.

After watching the people from the Black Fist Club leave, Mu Cheng held her stomach and laughed, "Zhang Xian, is it appropriate for you to deceive people like this?"

Zhang Xian chuckled, "When did I deceive anyone? Would someone as innocent as me do such a thing? I call this being smart. You understand? It’s being smart."

Mu Cheng nodded, "Alright! You call it being smart. However, as long as the person isn’t a fool, you won’t succeed."

"Are you doubting my capabilities?" Zhang Xian responded, "Does the man before appear foolish to you? I think he seemed rather shrewd. Isn’t it because I was so persuasive that he was tricked?"

Mu Cheng chuckled, "Alright! You’re very good with words, aren’t you?"

Zhang Xian wiped his nose, pouted and asked, "You want to kiss these skilled lips, don’t you? If you want to, come over, I won’t resist."