Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1166 Uncle Huo: Did I Let You Move?

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1166 Uncle Huo: Did I Let You Move?

The group from the Huo Family was once again blocked by a group of burly men wielding clubs and dressed in gangster attire, led by a man and woman. The woman was the curly-haired seductress who had previously tried to lure Rong Menglan in the bar.

The woman was draped in an oversized men’s coat, leaning bonelessly against the man beside her as she clutched his hand to her chest, portraying a distressing and painful expression as if she could barely breathe.

With her other hand, she pointed at Song Qing, who was in the arms of Huo Erye, and said in a delicate and affected tone, "Mang Ge, it’s this woman. She bullied me the moment she arrived. You have to avenge me."

Mang Ge wasn’t just some small fry. Seeing the formidable aura of the Huo Family’s group, he knew they were not to be trifled with, especially given their luxurious attire.

He pushed the woman away from him, frowning warily as he scrutinized the group from the Huo Family.

Huo Qiang stepped forward, his hand resting casually on the weapon tucked behind his waist.

He said nothing, his sharp eyes staring coldly at the people before him as a murderous aura, born from battles through the corpses, leaked from him.

Feeling the oppressive threat, Mang Ge immediately raised his hands to show he meant no trouble. "Brother, I have nothing to do with this woman. I’ll get out of here!"

He was a local leader of a small faction, but because he followed a powerful boss and frequented the Yejue Bar, he usually did quite well.

Now faced with a tough situation, he naturally recognized the importance of adapting to circumstances.

Indeed, it was his ability to bend and stretch that had allowed him to escape death several times.

Seeing that the group didn’t push their luck, Huo Qiang raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to the people behind him, extending a hand in an inviting gesture, "Erye—"

Huo Yirong glanced contemptuously at the people before him and walked away with Song Qing, who was still struggling faintly in his arms.

If Mang Ge and his group had insisted on courting death, he wouldn’t have minded taking his frustrations out on them.

Frustration still unvented, Erye was in a very sour mood.

Once the Huo Family left, Mang Ge heaved a huge sigh of relief.

He turned around and slapped the curly-haired woman beside him.

"Dumb bitch, using me as a tool. Annoying as hell!"

He didn’t believe her story of being bullied; the complexities she spun were clear without needing much thought.

If it were just a minor skirmish, he wouldn’t mind playing along, recalling how each member of the Huo Family, even as they left, revealed weapons concealed by their sides.

The woman, having wronged others and pushed him forward as a scapegoat, made him wish he could kill her right then.

The curly-haired woman gripped Mang Ge’s arm, constantly defending herself. "Mang Ge, I didn’t, I really didn’t. It was that woman who bullied me."

What she didn’t tell him was that it all started because she was hunting for a lover in the bar.

"Bitch!"

Mang Ge shook her hand off. The novelty of his anger didn’t subside with the woman’s explanations.

Everyone has only one life, and if he really had fallen today, he would have ensured the bitch died with him.

Rong Menglan witnessed another drama unfold and, with his heart calm, he left with steady steps.

"Sir!"

The curly-haired woman noticed him, ignoring Mang Ge beside her and immediately called out.

Hearing the call, Rong Menglan’s forehead twitched violently, and he quickened his pace.

The curly-haired woman quickly caught up and clutched his sleeve. "Sir, that woman from earlier, what’s her story? It was me she hit, and you saw it with your eyes. You have to explain for me!"

Being in this area, once she offended the local forces, she would have no foothold here in the future.

The woman was genuinely scared and just wanted someone to explain things clearly for her.

Rong Menglan’s sleeve was tugged, his handsome and delicate face visibly darkening.

He forcefully waved the woman’s hand away and turned to look coldly at her.

His chilly voice was filled with impatience, "Stay away from me!"

His body was enveloped under the dim yellow streetlights of the night, which should have been gentle, yet emanated a cold and hazardous feel.

If he had previously held any interest in the woman before him, now there was only disdain and impatience left.

Rong Menglan carried an aura of cold nobility, comparable to the previously leading member of the Huo Family; both emitted a chilling dominance that only those in high positions could possess.

Brother Mang hadn’t expected that the woman had just provoked a group of either rich or noble people, and now she had angered a man who seemed difficult to deal with.

He wished he could just disappear on the spot, as if he had never been here tonight.

At this moment, the Rong Family’s chauffeur drove the luxury private car to the front of the bar, stepped out, opened the rear door, and bowed to Rong Menglan, "Young Master—"

The woman was about to say something, but upon seeing the Rong Family’s private car and the white gloves on the chauffeur’s hands as he opened the door, her heart began to panic.

She finally realized the man’s identity was not simple; he was not someone she could afford to provoke.

Rong Menglan looked at the woman and Brother Mang with disdain, his thin lips curling into a mocking arc. He flicked the sleeve that the woman had touched and turned to sit in the car.

The Rong Family’s car sped away quickly, leaving exhaust behind, as if to mock the people left behind.

Brother Mang’s uneasy heart slowly sank as he watched the Rong Family’s car leave and he heavily exhaled.

With trembling hands, he slapped the woman again.

This time he said nothing and quickly left the trouble-filled place with his subordinates.

He wanted to go home, to pray to the gods, and cleanse himself of the bad luck.

...

The Huo Family’s convoy, having left Yejue Bar, did not head directly to the Huo’s old residence but drove towards the Song Family’s direction.

Once in the car, Huo Yirong distanced himself from Song Qing.

He crossed his legs, his calm eyes gazing out the window at the night scene, his expression devoid of any ripple, as if he was not the person who had lost his temper earlier.

Song Qing sat close to the car door, far away from Huo Yirong.

At first, she thought that Huo Yirong would berate her as soon as he got in the car, but after a long wait, he never spoke.

This did not reassure her, but made her even more anxious.

Huo Yirong didn’t lose his temper, and she oddly felt that he was very angry, not at all as calm and harmless as he appeared.

The Huo Family’s convoy stopped outside the Song Family’s house. Huo Qiang stepped out of the car, opened the rear door, and said in a distant tone to the woman sitting inside, "Miss Song, please get out."

His voice was detached, lacking the closeness shared by members of the Hidden Guard in the Huo Family.

Song Qing, unconcerned, frowned and looked towards Huo Yirong sitting not far away.

He only showed her the half-jawline of his sharply contoured, unrealistically handsome, displeased face.

Song Qing licked her lips and was about to step out of the car when a cold voice interrupted.

Sitting by the car, Second Young Master Huo slowly turned his head, revealing his distinct and unrealistically handsome features of displeasure.

Song Qing quickly withdrew her leg and sat properly back in her seat.

Huo Yirong took out a cigarette and lit it, his gaze intensely fixed on Song Qing.

The opened door broke the silence of the car’s interior, letting the night wind enter.