The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 96 Help me Press it Too _1

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 Help me Press it Too _1

TianDu City, the entrance of a certain residential complex.

Dong Qian’s hands clasped in front of her, holding a small white bag, she looks ahead in anticipation.

Her dark, sleek hair was tied into a ponytail, topped off with a white peaked cap, a pink t-shirt for the upper body, a white pleated skirt for the lower body, and black canvas shoes on her feet.

Rarely applying an effort to dress up, she put in an effort today solely to attract the attention of a certain person.

She did not adopt a high-class style or sexy attire, instead choosing a fashionable, youthful look that suited her best. Elegant, noble, sexy and charming women were not scarce around Zhang Xian.

After not long, a familiar Bentley slowly approached.

Looking up, Dong Qian noticed that it wasn’t just Zhang Xian in the car, but also Zhu Qing, she immediately pouted her rosy lips.

"Good morning, Qian baby!" Zhang Xian lowered his car window and greeted with a smile.

"Good morning!" Dong Qian nodded, opened the car door, hopped into the backseat and asked with a smile, "Sister Qingqing, aren’t you going to work today?"

"I’ve got the day off." Zhu Qing laughed and asked with a hint of curiosity, "Qianqian, I’m curious, how come you seem free every day? Don’t you need to attend school or work?"

"I didn’t go to university, nor do I need to work. My dream is to be a homemaker and take care of the children," Dong Qian replied.

"You’re really fortunate." Zhu Qing laughed.

This young lady was wealthy and the only daughter, as long as she found a reliable man, indeed working was unnecessary. The wealth of her family was enough for her to enjoy a lifetime of leisure.

"Who do you plan to marry?" Zhang Xian asked jokingly.

"Brother Zhang Xian, you’re so annoying..." Dong Qian blushed.

"Regardless who it is, it won’t be you. Take a look at your character then decide." Zhu Qing scoffed.

...

In recent years, TianDu City’s economy has been growing rapidly, many low-rise houses have been replaced by skyscrapers, keeping pace with the steps of this era.

Rhine Street, located in the old city district, is not the last stand for renovation, but also near its end. Although the buildings from the 80s carry many memories, they clearly do not fit the needs of today’s society.

This area is soon undergoing reconstruction, a tense yet smoke-free competition ended, and it was eventually taken over by Zhongdong Real Estate.

The formerly bustling Rhine Street has lost its former glory and has become dilapidated. The doors and windows of each house were tightly closed, the whole place seemed desolate and quiet.

In the middle of the street, the door of a three-story building was still open. Arguments and curses rang especially harshly in the cold street.

"What are you planning to do? Are you trying to drive us into a corner?"

Fong Yu was using her frail body to obstruct a group of menacing men, "We will move, but please give us a little time for preparation and to find a suitable place."

"Girl, are you deaf?" The leading man was the head of the group, dressed in a white vest, showing dark muscular shoulders, with a green dragon tattoo coiling around his arm, his fierce face hinted he was no good man. "The demolition team will arrive tomorrow; this street will soon turn to ruins. To ensure a smooth demolition process, you all must vacate this street today."

"We will move, we definitely will, but please give us two days, just two more days." Fong Yu begged earnestly.

Reconstruction of old towns and the renewal of old houses were government policies and irreversible procedures; they were benefits for the citizens but also were steps towards a new era and society.

However, such benefits were like a double-edged sword, they could either save or harm. When in different hands, they may produce different effects.

The demolition of their Rhine Street was not a benefit to them but more of an exploitation. An unbearable exploitation.

"Do you want me to use force?" The leader was already losing patience, "If you do not relocate, we will directly throw you out and lock your houses."

Fong Yu was about to talk when suddenly...

A sound of a roaring engine could be heard from afar, wild and raging.

The white Bentley galloped like a cheetah, raising clouds of dust. With a terrifying disposition, it stopped abruptly amidst a dreadful screeching brake noise.

"Ahh..." A scream echoed.

The leader happened to be in the way and was sent flying by the incoming Bentley. After a few mid-air somersaults, he heavily crashed on the ground.

The car stopped just in time with excellent control, stopping at a point calculated precisely and flawlessly.

Except for a broken left leg and a scrape on the shoulder, the man lying on the ground was not severely injured.

"Click..."

The car door was pushed open, and Zhang Xian squeezed out from inside. He shook his head nonchalantly and asked, "Who is the idiot that blocked my way? Didn’t he see that this lord’s car was passing by?"

"Oh my god..." The man on the ground was still screaming in pain.

The four men standing were all dumbfounded as they stared at Zhang Xian, still not quite able to recover from the shock.

This guy, driving a Bentley, was aggressive and domineering. As soon as he arrived, he sent someone flying several meters away. They were unsure about whose young master this was.

"You, come over here." Zhang Xian called a man over arrogantly.

"Bro, what do you need?" The man promptly made his way over to Zhang Xian, no longer carrying the dignity he had before.

"What are you guys messing around here?" Zhang Xian asked in an arrogant tone as he picked at his ear, "This young master thinks that the scenery here is nice. I brought two young ladies to take in the view, yet you guys are jabbering away irritably. It’s making this big master very unhappy! Do you know how severe the consequences are when I’m unhappy? Can your pig brains comprehend it?"

"Brother, we didn’t know you liked to come here and enjoy the view so...we are truly sorry." The burly man turned and gave Zhu Qing and Dong Qian a quick glance, chortling as he spoke.

Enjoy the view? What the fuck, you bring two chicks here to sightsee? Fuck off, what’s there to even look at here? Can’t admit you’re out for some open-air sex then? Just fucking say it, why the hell are you pretending to be some artsy hipster?

When the burly man looked her way, Dong Qian’s pretty face turned a shade of bright red.

But a look of disdain spread across Zhu Qing’s face. This guy, what shittalk.

"Yo, nice bird you’ve got here, my type indeed!" Zhang Xian suddenly turned his head to look at Fong Yu.

The clueless Fong Yu was scared, stepping back in terror.

The burly man knew the shithead of a rich kid before him was about to prey on innocent women again. He shuddered when he thought about his task, a bad premonition washing over him.

The rich kid sitting in the driver’s seat of a sports car, with a beauty in his arms, was unmistakably a hedonistic scion of a wealthy family. If Fong Yu was associated with the rich kid, wouldn’t he be able to handle them in a split second?

"Ahem..." Zhang Xian cleared his throat and glared at the burly man angrily: "You lot should know what to do now, huh?"

"I understand, we understand." The burly man nodded his head quickly, hastily ordering his brothers to hoist their injured comrade into a van and flee the scene.

They were driving a van, he was driving a Bentley. There was a significant gulf between their statuses - him they could not afford to provoke. Their junky van probably wasn’t even worth a single wheel of his car.

"Brother Zhang Xian..." Fong Yu was frightened.

Zhang Xian wasn’t himself today, acting like the bullish rich second-generation brats.

"I was pretending just now, don’t worry." Zhang Xian chuckled, saying: "Get in the car, we’re following those guys."

"Uh..." Fong Yu paused for a moment, then turned to Mama Fong, "Mom, go in and see how Dad is doing, I’ll be going out with Brother Zhang Xian. We’ll be back soon."

"What... what do you guys plan to do?" Mama Fong was worried.

After watching him just now, she felt that Zhang Xian was not a good person. And he was with two girls - God knows what he brought them here for.

"Mom, don’t worry, Brother Zhang Xian is a good guy, he was just acting earlier." Fong Yu had had some interactions with Zhang Xian before, and she trusted Meng Xue, Xu Hui, and Fang Yanjuan like sisters.

Mama Fong wanted to say more, but Fong Yu had already gotten into the Bentley. All she could do was worryingly watch as the Bentley drove away.

...

Half an hour later, the van came to a halt in front of an upscale bath center.

A few burly guys jumped out of the car and quickly walked inside.

Soon, a Bentley pulled up and parked next to the van.

The burly guy with the leg injury wasn’t sent to the hospital. Upon seeing Zhang Xian, his eyes widened in disbelief and he started to reach for his phone to call his brothers.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Zhang Xian chuckled, then knocked him out cold with a hard punch, he then turned to Dong Qian and the girls, "Are you going in with me or waiting here?"

"We’re going in, of course." Zhu Qing pouted.

"But this is a bath center, it might not be appropriate for you to go in, right?" Zhang Xian laughed, "This is a man’s paradise, women’s hell, it’s pretty seedy."

"I... I want to go in and keep an eye on you." Zhu Qing, never having been to such a place, felt embarrassed but was afraid Zhang Xian might misbehave.

"Am I that kind of person?" Zhang Xian grimaced.

"Pffft, like you’re not." Zhu Qing scorned.

The corner of Zhang Xian’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. After shutting the van door, he strode off towards the building.

Zhu Qing quickly followed, Dong Qian and Fong Yu exchanged a glance, both hesitated momentarily but quickly picked up their pace to catch up with Zhang Xian.

...

In a luxurious hall on the third floor.

Two middle-aged men lounging in bathrobes enjoyed massages given by beautiful women.

Other like-minded friends lounged around them, some engaged in quiet conversations, some fixated on their computers, some glued to their mobile phones. The place was bustling.

"Brother Biao, I heard your Young Master Zhou got messed up, is it true?" Wu Yong frowned, "On this patch of Xitan’s territory, who would dare to strike at Young Master Zhou?"

"Our young master did get messed up. The boss is furious about it, waiting for the young master to come around." Brother Biao nodded.

"Incredible!" Wu Yong forced a bitter smile, "Also, has that thorn in your side on Rhine Street been taken care of? I’m waiting to start construction with our guys here."

"The issue will be resolved today, ensuring you can start work as planned tomorrow." Brother Biao said.

"My brothers!" Suddenly a guy walked up to Brother Biao and Wu Yong, placed his hand on their shoulders, and chuckled, "Not bad, you guys know how to enjoy life, I’m quite envious."

"You... who are you?" Wu Yong looked at Zhang Xian, puzzled.

However, Brother Biao removed Zhang Xian’s hand and said coldly, "We know each other? If not, fuck off, I ain’t got a good temper."

"I just love guys with foul tempers." Zhang Xian kicked Brother Biao, sending him sprawling, and then lounged on the sofa, grinning, "Not bad, two hot girls, give me a massage too."

"How dare you..." Two feminine voices protested.