Chapter 351

Chapter 351 You’re Not Bad Yourself, Pretty Boy!

Li Yang’s face turned ashen, and he sat in silence, not saying a word. The reason he kept quiet was that he had absolutely no idea what to say — this whole situation was beyond ridiculous.

“Hey, buddy, are you feeling sore about this? If you’re not happy, why don’t you go buy an expensive ring like mine?” Chang Jun was ready to tear off all pretense and humiliate Li Yang to the fullest.

But the latter still said nothing.

“Feeling unbalanced inside, aren’t you? I could tell from the start — you don’t have a shred of sincerity. Ever since you walked into this private room, you haven’t taken those sunglasses off your face. That’s disrespectful to others, you understand?”

Zhang Ziwei, who was sitting nearby and knew the full story, could barely hold back her laughter. Li Yang was being publicly humiliated like this — if word got back to the Qinglong Gang, she wondered what everyone’s reaction would be.

Chang Jun seemed to feel it wasn’t enough. He simply stood up, walked over to Li Yang’s side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “A middle-aged man still scraping along at the bottom — don’t you find that pathetic? Old-timer?”

Being called “old-timer” by another man left Li Yang’s face twitching with irritation, but without Su Rui’s signal, he had no choice but to keep sitting rigidly upright. It was truly a tough spot for the leader of the Qinglong Gang.

But what made him twitch even more was still to come.

Chang Jun said with a face full of mockery, “No, at your age, you’re past ‘old-timer’ — you’re a proper old geezer.”

Nearly everyone at the table almost spat out their drinks, and even the usually reserved Zhou Xianwei burst out laughing.

Li Yang’s face was now completely overcast.

Chang Jun reached out and pulled the sunglasses right off Li Yang’s face, turning them over in his hands to examine them.

“Oh wow, these sunglasses are Gucci, huh — fake ones, right? They actually look pretty convincing.” Chang Jun played with them for a moment, smearing fingerprints all over the lenses, then shoved the sunglasses back onto Li Yang’s face.

Watching Li Yang’s face turn completely dark, Zhang Ziwei was struggling desperately to hold herself together. In all her years, she had never once discovered that anything could tickle her funny bone quite like this.

Li Yang gripped his fists tightly, itching to pull out the gun at his side and blow Chang Jun’s head to pieces.

But Su Rui suddenly spoke up — though what he said was directed at Zhou Xianwei.

“Getting beaten by a guy like that — do you feel embarrassed?”

Zhou Xianwei glanced at Chang Jun and smiled bitterly. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone makes their own choices. Maybe she just likes this type.”

The “she” Zhou Xianwei referred to was naturally Wang Qi.

Still, the fact that he could say it that way showed his mindset had improved considerably compared to before — which was no small thing.

Chang Jun’s disgraceful behavior tonight was, in effect, a constant reminder to Zhou Xianwei that his ex-girlfriend had made such a sorry choice, and proof of just how lacking she was.

Hearing Zhou Xianwei’s words, Wang Qi shook her head. “He can give me the life I want. I’ve never regretted my choice.”

Zhou Xianwei smiled bitterly. “I used to think I’d wait for you to change your mind. Looking at it now, that idea was truly laughable. We’re already people from two different worlds.”

Su Rui cut in with a parting shot, “You were always people from two different worlds.”

Zhou Xianwei was a little annoyed. “Don’t kick a man when he’s down — don’t you know that?”

Watching Zhou Xianwei’s reaction, Wang Qi couldn’t help feeling a pang of discomfort. She seemed to have already forgotten that just this afternoon, when she had spotted her ex-boyfriend on the fighting stage, a look of contempt had flashed through her eyes.

By this point, Chang Jun had finished tormenting Li Yang and returned to his seat.

“Everyone, do you know who’s coming later?” Chang Jun said with an air of arrogance, filling his glass with red wine and taking a sip — only to forget that his stomach was already completely full, and that single sip nearly made him gag.

Wang Qi quickly went over to pat his back, looking very attentive.

Zhou Xianwei took it all in and laughed at himself.

Wiping the red wine from his lips, Chang Jun said smugly, “Wu Shikuan — one of the ten elder council members of the Qinglong Gang. Do you know him?”

Li Yang’s hand had already moved to rest on the grip of his gun.

Seeing that no one at the table was speaking, Chang Jun said self-importantly, “Makes sense, I suppose. You’re all just small fry at the bottom of the Qinglong Gang — how would you know someone at that level? Today I’ll give you a chance and introduce him to you.”

“That would be great.” Su Rui smiled. “Looks like I’ll need to toast you a few more times.”

“I’ve created the opportunity for you, but whether you can seize it is up to you.” Chang Jun’s gaze swept across Zhang Ziwei’s face, and seeing that she showed no particular reaction, he felt a little disappointed.

So he continued to hint around the edges. “You might not know much about Wu Shikuan. He’s a major underworld figure in Ninghai — even on a national scale, he’s someone no one can ignore.”

Chang Jun clearly had no idea that sitting across from him was the Sun God Apollo, a figure of fearsome renown in the dark world of the West. If someone like Wu Shikuan could be called an underworld boss, then Su Rui was without question a true titan of the underworld.

No — he simply was a titan. Wu Shikuan didn’t even come up to his ankles. Worlds apart.

“That impressive?” Su Rui played along.

“So when he gets here, make sure you toast him properly. He’s my friend, and I’m sure he won’t refuse to give me face. With a word from me, getting you a promotion within the gang is no trouble at all.”

That was what he said out loud, but Chang Jun had already made up his mind — once Wu Shikuan arrived, he would pressure him directly, and at that point the man would surely kick these people out of the Qinglong Gang.

Given Wu Shikuan’s standing, getting rid of these few was nothing more than a single word.

After Su Rui humored Chang Jun’s rambling for a bit, Wu Shikuan pushed open the door to the private room. The man was truly enormous — at least two hundred and fifty pounds by the look of it. The moment he walked in, the whole room seemed to shrink.

“Brother Wu, you’re finally here!” Chang Jun quickly stood up and warmly clasped Wu Shikuan’s pudgy hand.

At the same time, he turned to face Li Yang and the others and barked loudly, “What are you all sitting there for? Have you no sense? Get up and greet Brother Wu!”

Yet not a single one of the four people at the table stood up. Only Su Rui raised his head, revealing a look of amused mockery.

Wu Shikuan hadn’t really wanted to come to this dinner, but he and Chang Jun’s father were old acquaintances, and there was a certain financial “business relationship” between them, so he had reluctantly come to have a couple of drinks.

He was, after all, something of a lord in the underground world, and his status went without saying — yet someone actually dared to show him such disrespect. Wu Shikuan was not pleased.

Wu Shikuan’s displeasure was Chang Jun’s delight. He had wanted Zhou Xianwei and the others to offend the fat man all along, and now they had done the job themselves without any prodding from him — saving him a great deal of trouble. With such poor judgment, no wonder they’d been stuck at the bottom of the Qinglong Gang all these years.

Chang Jun continued to shout, “Didn’t you hear what I said? Get up and greet Brother Wu! He’s the one who holds your futures in his hands!”

After bellowing that out, he felt a surge of satisfaction from head to toe. Tonight he had spent a bit extra on drinks, but he had more than made up for it in face — and had even managed to stomp all over his girlfriend’s ex, Zhou Xianwei, in the process. Absolutely satisfying.

“Is that so?”

Su Rui said it coldly.

“Of course — do you think I’m bluffing? Believe it or not, I can have Brother Wu kick you all out of the Qinglong Gang.” Chang Jun sneered.

“Hold on.”

Wu Shikuan’s view had been blocked by Chang Jun the whole time, so he hadn’t gotten a clear look at Su Rui and the others. Now, hearing a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, he couldn’t quite place where he’d heard it before.

He pushed Chang Jun aside, and the moment he saw Su Rui, he felt as though he’d seen a ghost.

This man — wasn’t he the “Young Master Su” that Li Yang had pledged himself to? It was him, the one who had walked into the conference room with a single pistol and openly shot dead two senior elders, Qian Hugang and Ma Bang’an, right then and there.

And looking at the two people beside Su Rui — it was Li Yang and Zhang Ziwei.

That night still sent chills down Wu Shikuan’s spine to this day. If Su Rui hadn’t shown mercy and let him go, he’d probably be just like those two dead old ghosts — making a trio to play cards down in hell.

What were they doing here?

Judging by Chang Jun’s behavior, he clearly didn’t know who Su Rui was, and yet he had dared to shout at them like that — he was practically tired of living.

Wu Shikuan frowned and said to Su Rui with considerable awkwardness, “Young Master Su, Gang Leader Li, Sister Ziwei — I never expected to find you all here.”

Fat Wu understood perfectly well that since Su Rui had been able to kill Qian Hugang and Ma Bang’an, he could just as easily kill him. This man acted without the slightest hesitation — and when facing someone with no hesitation, everyone else had to be all the more careful.

Chang Jun heard these words and was nearly dumbstruck. What was going on here? How was it that Wu Shikuan, a big shot of the Qinglong Gang, was being so deferential? Was he seeing things?

“Brother Wu, are you mistaking them for someone else? Aren’t they just small fry in the Qinglong Gang? Why are you calling him Gang Leader?” Chang Jun wasn’t usually this dense, but he had downed a large bottle of red wine beforehand, and the alcohol was starting to go to his head, leaving him slightly dizzy — so he hadn’t yet realized that the situation had completely turned.

“Small fry? Who are you calling small fry?” Wu Shikuan fixed his gaze on Chang Jun and said coldly, “Watch your mouth.”

Chang Jun let out a wine-soaked belch, looking somewhat unconvinced. He walked over to Li Yang’s side, reached out, and pulled the sunglasses off his face. “Someone who wears sunglasses indoors like some kind of poser — why would you treat him with such caution, Brother Wu?”

As he said this, he patted Li Yang on the cheek and grinned. “Not bad-looking, actually. If he were ten or so years younger, he could’ve been quite the pretty boy.”