The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 362 One By One_1

Chapter 362: Chapter 362 One By One_1

Zhang Xian considered Cao Ge’s arrogant demeanor and was speechless for a while.

Is this guy really that naive, or is he pretending to be? Doesn’t he know about what happened at Lingxiao Mansion yesterday? Is he not daunted by Xie Wuming?

With a cold chuckle, he looked at Cao Ge and asked, "Cao, do you actually believe that Xie Wuming could and definitely would protect you? I’m curious, what makes you so special?"

"Hahaha, cut the crap, you can’t fool me," Cao Ge retorted. He wasn’t naive, he just...had no knowledge of yesterday’s events.

He had been in Yanjing all this while. He had started his journey the day before yesterday and was still enroute yesterday. Hence, he knew nothing about the recent happenings here and Xie Wuming hadn’t said anything either.

Otherwise, would he dare to act so arrogantly, thinking that Zhang Xian wouldn’t dare to cross him on Xie Wuming’s territory?

"Slap..."

Zhang Xian raised his hand again, his palm sending Cao Ge flying, "I’m not shy to tell you, I came here today to cause trouble. Even if Xie Wuming were here, I’d still mess things up."

Cao Ge was slapped into the air before he could grasp what was happening, performed a 360-degree spin mid-air, and then collapsed onto the ground.

"Ah..."

The waitress was stunned, looking at Zhang Xian in disbelief.

Isn’t this guy just a useless bum? How could he be so powerful? Slapping Mr. Cao and sending him flying several meters away as if he were just playing?

What surprised her even more was that Mr. Cao seemed to have a close relationship with Master Xie, yet after being slapped twice by that bum, he remained silent. Could it be that this bum has got a powerful background?

"Zhang Xian, you..."

Cao Ge was sent flying again, filled with rage, his teeth grinding loudly.

As the privileged son of Yanjing, when had he ever been treated like this? Why had he become a low-level lackey in front of Zhang Xian?

"What are you doing?"

The club’s security guards finally rushed over.

"Hit him, hit him for me," Cao Ge saw the security guards approaching, pointed at Zhang Xian, his voice hysterical.

It was so infuriating! Every time Zhang Xian was involved, he ended up being the one getting beaten.

This bastard Zhang Xian had the audacity to encroach on Xie Wuming’s territory today, and he had to teach Zhang Xian a harsh lesson. If he could, he would have loved to have Zhang Xian killed right then and there.

"Brothers, charge..." All the security guards rushed towards Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian didn’t retreat in the face of the security guards’ encirclement. Instead, he went on the offensive, taking down several guards at lightning speed, and then rushed in holding Cao Ge.

"You... what are you doing?"

Cao Ge, still in shock, finally regained his senses and screamed in fear.

He knew Zhang Xian was tough, but he had only a vague understanding of Zhang Xian’s true strength. He had no time to react when the security guards were taken down.

Now, he was once again caught by Zhang Xian, being held like a squirming chicken in his hand, the scene was utterly shameful.

"Bang..."

Zhang Xian rushed in with Cao Ge and suddenly tossed him aside.

"Ah..."

Cao Ge traced a perfect parabola in mid-air and crashed into a massive mirror.

"Smash..." The mirror shattered instantly.

As Cao Ge lay there, still dazed, he felt a barrage of debris raining down on him which was accompanied by sharp pain.

"God... Get him!"

At this moment, more security guards emerged from within and charged towards Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian scanned with his eyes and picked up a steel rod from the ground. Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he charged ahead. Swiftly taking down the rushing guards, he didn’t stop, and instead started smashing everything in sight.

Xie Wuming, that fellow enjoys playing his mischief at their Lingxiao Mansion, right? He’s not going to be sly about this, he’d rather be upfront.

Today, he was determined to smash this entertainment club to bits. Even if Jiao Long were to come here, he wouldn’t be able to stop him.

The crashing sounds echoed in the club.

Zhang Xian wielded a steel rod, weaving in and out within the club, causing destruction everywhere. When the rod was worn out, he picked up a sturdy steel rod, and each smash created a huge impression.

"What... what’s happening?"

The waitresses were dumbstruck, incredulous at what they were witnessing.

As employees of the entertainment club, they knew who owned the club. None of the staff who had been working here for years had seen anyone causing such havoc.

The young man in front of them was extremely powerful. His behaviour was not merely reckless: he was literally attempting to demolish the entertainment club.

...

TianDu City, Bishui Villa.

Xie Wuming sat on a rocking chair, his expression uncharacteristically somber.

Yesterday, he had plotted a series of plans to heavily strike Zhang Xian, hoping to turn the opening of Lingxiao Mansion into a joke in TianDu City.

However, the plans were beautiful, but the reality was cruel.

He had failed so thoroughly with his first plan that it completely derailed all his following ones. He had lost more than he stole.

The popularity of his Lingxiao Villa was flourishing, becoming a hot topic in Tiandu. And everyone who mattered knew that him, the so-called Underground Emperor of Tiandu, was nothing more than a laughing stock.

There was a time when Xie Wuming could drape over the horizon, untouchable, feared by all; now he had fallen from grace at the hands of a young upstart. There was no denying it, the feeling was real shite.

"Master Xie..."

Suddenly, The First strode in, face grave, "That lad, Zhang Xian is smashing up our clubs."

Xie Wuming sat up sharply, "Hell, what’s happening?"

The First replied, "It’s not clear yet."

Corners of Xie Wuming’s mouth twitched uncomfortably, and he stood up, "Get Old Man Jiao, let’s head over to see for ourselves."

...

Meanwhile, inside an entertainment club in TianDu City.

Zhang Xian, after thrashing the first floor of the once luxurious hall, headed towards the second floor, wreaking havoc as he went.

A perfectly good club was on the fast lane to destruction under his hands.

After witnessing the might of Zhang Xian, the security personnel didn’t dare approach. Helpless, they just watched him. Even if they did step in, they were simply no match for him.

The female wait staff were even more wary to intervene. Their wide eyes fixated on the handsome young man as he destroyed their place of work.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would’ve hardly believed it. How could such a small fry be so powerful, so audacious as to thrash Master Xie’s club!

Could it be that this guy didn’t know who owned the club?

It just didn’t make sense; someone had mentioned before that this club was a part of Master Xie’s enterprise, but the young man showed no sign of slowing down, indulging in the vandalism.

"How dare you!"

A furious roar suddenly filled the air.

At the same time, a figure shot from a certain direction like a raging high-speed train, heading straight for Zhang Xian.

"Haha..."

Zhang Xian laughed loudly, not giving a damn about the approaching figure. He quickly sidestepped and appeared on the other side, continuing with the destruction. Johnny-on-the-spot, the famously sturdy walls were just like paper in his presence.

"Damn it..."

Jiao Long, seeing Zhang Xian ignoring him, charged again.

"Ni Qiu, don’t bother chasing me. I don’t want to fight you and with your speed, you’ll never catch me." Zhang Xian laughed heartily and continued his escape.

And while escaping, he didn’t forget his mission; he wrecked wherever he went.

And so it went, one gave chase, the other fled, laying waste in his path.

Xie Wuming watching the figures in the distance with a disposition blacker than the bottom of a pot.

Had it been anywhere else, he wouldn’t have been too bothered. But the club was the cornerstone of his empire. Forget the initial investment for a moment, at least half of his income came from this club.

Now, Zhang Xian had made one hell of a mess, trashing his club to bits. Not only was he losing revenue, the losses were already adding up, hitting him hard.

"Lad, stop this damned destruction immediately." Jiao Long shouted hoarsely.

He couldn’t care less about the clubs, it wasn’t his anyway. However, he had personally entered the fray and yet, Zhang Xian was unstoppable. If he couldn’t intervene, wouldn’t that be a loss of face?

"Ni Qiu, if you dare, come catch me." Zhang Xian roared with laughter, made a quick move to the staircase entrance and bolted towards the third floor.

Xie Wuming’s eyes widened in shock, he yelled towards Jiao Long, "Old Jiao, help me stop him, stop him now."

The corners of Jiao Long’s mouth twitched with effort as he rushed towards the third floor. Now, it was a matter of self-esteem, if he didn’t catch Zhang Xian, he’d lose face.

"Bang... bang..." There was a loud crashing noise from the floors above.

Xie Wuming listened to the sounds of destruction from above, his heart bleeding.

Meanwhile, the security guards and staff members in the back stunned by the melee, stood frozen like life-sized statues, continually playing the shocking sequence of events in their minds.

Was it possible for a person to be that badass? To just charge through walls as if they were paper? To run like they were teleporting, one moment here, the next second there?

What they had just witnessed had shattered their understanding; it felt like they’d been transported to a world of martial arts.

"Haha! Brother Xie, which place should I hit next?" Suddenly, the sound of loud laughter echoed through the air, growing fainter as it moved into the distance.

At this, Xie Wuming immediately ran towards the sound, just as he saw Jiao Long jumping from the third floor, quickly giving chase in one direction.

After a moment’s hesitation, his face turned pale and he swiftly jumped into a nearby Mercedes, driving away at breakneck speed.

Zhang Xian’s last words had been clear. He had finished with one spot, and was moving on to the next. It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop till he had wrecked each and every one of his properties, leaving him a pauper overnight.

If he had known that Zhang Xian was a force to be reckoned with, unpredictable, relentless, he wouldn’t have dared to provoke him without thinking it through.

But in this world, there’s no such thing as a magic regret pill. The only thing he could now hope for was that Zhang Xian wouldn’t cross the line. If he truly intended to destroy everything, then all his life’s work would have been for nothing.

"Eh? This bar seems to be one of Xie Wuming’s properties, and it’s quite upscale. Trashing it should feel quite good." At a certain moment, Zhang Xian suddenly stopped outside a bar.

He looked back to see Jiao Long making his way towards him and smirked, then quickly rushed into the bar.

"Shit..."

Inside his Mercedes, Xie Wuming watched as Zhang Xian charged into one of the most upscale bars in his operations, nearly choking with rage. This guy, why did he always go after the most luxurious ones?