The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 97: The Bizarre Little Beauty_1

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Bizarre Little Beauty_1

The two masseuses did not move, staring in shock at Zhang Xian who had suddenly appeared.

The expression on Wu Yong’s face was quite a show.

Brother Biao wasn’t a big shot in the Xitan district, but was just a little gang leader under Buckteeth Zhou, and certainly not someone the average person could provoke.

The unfamiliar youngster before them wasn’t a pushover at all. He grabbed Brother Biao and forced him off the couch with his shoe, then flipped him off the sofa in public.

Today, Brother Biao was utterly humiliated.

"You two get out of my way." Zhu Qing moved to the side of the masseuses, with a cold expression on her face.

The two beautiful masseuses did not dare to neglect his words and immediately got up and stepped back.

"What are you guys doing? I haven’t tried this before," Zhang Xian said discontentedly to Zhu Qing. "If I had known this, I wouldn’t have brought you all here. What a mood-killer!"

"If you want a massage, I will give you one when we get home. I am good at it," Zhu Qing said with clenched fists, grinding her teeth.

Dong Qian puckered her cheeks, knitted her fine eyebrows, expressing her displeasure.

At this time, Brother Biao, who had fallen to the ground in a disheveled state, had finally come to his senses. He quickly got up, clutching at Zhang Xian’s collar and growled, "Damn it, you really want to throw your life away, huh?"

"Let go of your claws," Zhang Xian said with a cold face.

"You’re fucking asking for it!" Running out of patience, Brother Biao took a swing at Zhang Xian’s head with his hulking fist.

Zhang Xian grabbed the incoming fist with his left hand, and seized Brother Biao’s bath towel with the right, swiftly scooted out, carrying Brother Biao like a monk striking a bell and slamming him against the wall.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Brother Biao shivered and collapsed on the ground and did not get up again.

"Damn..."

"Shit, where did this little bastard come from?"

The gang members who had accompanied Brother Biao stood up in unison and swiftly surrounded Zhang Xian.

Ignoring the underlings around him, Zhang Xian sat down on the couch and asked, "You’re the young master of the Middle East Property, right? What’s your name?"

"Wu Yong," Wu Yong backed off, creating distance between him and Zhang Xian, "What do you want from me?"

"I came today to talk with you about the situation on Rhine Street," Zhang Xian said with a smile as he looked at Wu Yong. "I heard you are ready to start construction tomorrow, but there are still some issues that haven’t been fully resolved yet. I think it’s better that you put the construction on hold for now, and address those matters first. We don’t want to disappoint the general public."

"What do you mean?" Wu Yong asked.

"How much is a house worth now on Rhine Street?" Zhang Xian asked, ignoring Wu Yong’s question.

"About three thousand."

"Three thousand huh!" Zhang Xian said, "You own quite a bit of property, right? If it doesn’t add up to a hundred square meters, I will buy it off you for ten thousand. If it’s above a hundred, I’ll give you a fair price. How about thirty thousand?"

"Brother, are you joking with me?" Wu Yong was very displeased.

If it weren’t for the shocking scene that had just unfolded, he would have definitely ordered his men to get rid of this weird guy in front of him.

"As a rich man’s son, you should be very clear about the rules of this world. Always, it’s the big fish that eat the small ones, and the small fishes eat the shrimps. It seems that you have always done things this way." Zhang Xian laughed in a low voice, "But I have a large appetite and do not like to eat shrimps. The big fish suits my taste better. Your family villa, whether you sell it or not, you have to sell it. If you don’t move out, I might use force."

"You..." Wu Yong felt like he was being toyed with. He jumped up, jabbing a finger at Zhang Xian and shouting, "What are you guys waiting for? Beat him up."

The henchmen had been itching for action, and at Wu Yong’s command, they charged.

"Ah..." Zhang Xian sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and threw three of them aside with a sweep of the sofa they had been sitting on.

Standing in the middle of the hall, he was wielding a two-meter-long, one-meter-wide wooden sofa effortlessly. The hundred-pound sofa seemed extremely light in his hands and was waving around like a fierce wind.

Any underling who took the opportunity to approach was invariably knocked back several meters.

"Damn, this guy is strong!"

"Eh? How is this sofa so light? Is it made of some special material?"

"Uh, you try it and see if you can lift it."

The people watching the excitement were completely stunned by Zhang Xian’s sofa juggling. Anyone could pick up a sofa, but making it dance in the air was no easy task, let alone flinging men several meters away with it.

Wu Yong was also quite frightened and took several steps back. Unaware, he tripped on a sofa and found himself sitting on the ground.

"Bang..."

Suddenly, a sofa came flying over, narrowly missing Wu Yong’s leg.

"Oh my..."

After the thrilling moment, beads of sweat trickled down Wu Yong’s face. "What did this damn guy eat to make him so strong? Could he be naturally superhuman?"

"I won’t cause trouble for you today, but I’ll bring the money to your place tomorrow morning. Make sure to prepare the transfer procedures," Zhang Xian laughed, then turned to leave arm in arm with Zhu Qing and Dong Qian.

Dong Qian and Zhu Qing twisted around but couldn’t break free, their blushes deepening as they stopped struggling.

...

TianDu City, Rhine Street.

Meng Xue, Xu Hui, and Fang Yanjuan had not found Zhang Xian, so they took out their phones and dialed Zhang Xian’s number.

At first they didn’t plan on coming, but when they realized Fong Yu didn’t come to school, they called and remembered that Zhang Xian was going to seek justice for Fong Yu today, so they hurried over.

"Meng Xue, what brings you to me?"

"Brother, where are you? We’re at Fong Yu’s house, but we can’t find you!"

"Uh, we’re on our way back, will be there soon."

"Okay! We will wait for you."

About ten minutes later, a Bentley pulled up not too far away, stopping in front of the small building.

Zhang Xian climbed out of the car and asked, "Meng Xue, how come the three of you are here? Don’t you have classes today?"

"Hehe, college is quite relaxed and we’re worried about Fong Yu." said Meng Xue.

Zhang Xian nodded, "Fong Yu, we were in a rush earlier and didn’t have a chance to tell your mom. Let’s go in and visit your parents."

...

The house where Fong Yu lived was built in the 80s and was slightly dilapidated.

It was not the usual high-rise city skyscraper style, but rather a three-story building. The first floor was the storefront, while the upper floors were living quarters, it was not a commercial model.

Originally, Fong Yu’s family was considered to be middle-class. Her mother worked at a textile factory, while her father was a foreman at a construction site. Three years ago, Father Fong, during work, accidentally fell from the third floor and injured his spine. Now he could only lie in bed. Without proper compensation and with the family’s pillar down, their once well-off family was tragically dragged down.

When Zhang Xian and the others entered, Father Fong was lying in bed, with tearful, blurry eyes.

Mama Fong sat by the bedside, holding her husband’s hand, constantly comforting him, despite her own despair of the future.

"Dad, Mom..." Fong Yu said softly.

Meng Xue, Fang Yanjuan, and Xu Hui, all had visited Fong Yu’s house before and done their best to help. Seeing this situation, they had mentally prepared themselves and were still able to control their emotions.

Dong Qian and Zhu Qing were deeply moved with their beautiful eyes welling up. Neither of them had ever experienced hardship, and they never expected such a scene.

"Hey? Why are you here?"

Suddenly, a pretty figure entered the room, frowning at Zhang Xian.

"And why are you here?" asked a surprised Zhang Xian.

The newcomer was very pretty with long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a lace short-sleeve top with capris. She looked familiar—he’d crossed paths with her a few times, though they always parted on bad terms.

"What business is it to you? Buzz off." Li Peichi glared at Zhang Xian. She pulled out a small stack of cash from her shoulder bag and said to the couple at the bedside, "Uncle, Auntie, take this money for now. I really can’t do much to help, but I will try my best to figure out a solution for your housing situation and relocate you as soon as possible."

"Peichi, you’ve already helped us so much, we can’t take your money. You’re alone out there, it’s not easy for you either." Mama Fong declined.

At this point, Fong Yu stepped forward, grabbing Li Peichi’s hand and said, "You...you’re the sister who’s been helping my parents?"

"I’m just doing what little I can." Li Peichi smiled, "I have to go now, someone is after me. I’ll come and visit you when I have some more time."

With that, she kicked Zhang Xian in the leg and quickly ran out.

"Ouch, why kick me if you’re leaving?" Zhang Xian was annoyed.

He had saved this girl twice before, and they had never crossed paths in the past. So why did she dislike him so much? Each time they met, she would make a face at him as if he owed her money.

"Ah...what are you guys doing?"

A sound of sudden screams came from outside, followed by an enraged roar, "Bitch, let’s see how you run away today."

"What are you all doing?" Hearing the commotion, Mama Fong ran out without hesitation.

"Brother Zhang Xian, help that sister." Fong Yu pleaded.

Zhang Xian immediately headed outside without any hesitation. Even though that girl was difficult and prejudiced against him, it was undeniable that she was a good and kindhearted person.

"You heartless..."

Li Peichi, wielding a wooden stick, waved it around, "Whoever dares to come closer, I’ll knock him dead."

"Grass, do you think you’re a martial arts master? You’re going to knock me dead?" A tall and strong man was unfazed. He took long strides forward, about to catch Li Peichi, "Let’s see how I take care of this bitch."

At this point, Zhang Xian also walked up quickly, grabbed the man by the throat, "What are you doing? Do I not exist to you?"

"Cough, cough..." The man began to cough as he was choked by Zhang Xian, he growled, "Kid, are you asking for death?"

The other strong men also circled around, fixating on Zhang Xian.

"Slap, slap..." Zhang Xian slapped the man twice, tossed him aside, and said coldly, "Either get lost yourself or let me get you out of here. Pick one."

"You’re too arrogant, completely lawless!" One of the strong men said with anger and fury, raising his fist to strike.

Zhang Xian turned around and kicked the man several meters away.

Those who were about to come forward stopped in their tracks, hesitating. The man in front of them seemed formidable, kicking a man who weighed over a hundred pounds meters away cleanly and decisively.

"...Um." Li Peichi’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

How much force does it take to send a man who weighs over a hundred pounds flying several meters? Did Zhang Xian’s slim body hold some hidden secret?

As a reporter, she was most interested in uncovering secrets.

"Still not leaving? Do you want to force me to get explicit?" Zhang Xian glared at the men and yelled, "I have a tendency, once I get explicit, I can’t stop until I’m satisfied."