Chapter 153: You're Not That Stupid, Are You?
"We all see each other around, give some face. We're all from the capital, why make things like this?" Lei Tianming saw that things weren't going well and had to pull the pity card. We're from the same place after all, why are you helping an outsider?
"Exactly because we're from the capital, we can't lose face for the capital men. You bastard, do you even know who he is?" Li Momo glanced at Zhang Yang, spat out a mouthful of alcohol, and said, "If I tell you, you'll piss yourself!"
Lei Tianming looked at Zhang Yang. The latter also seemed dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. Just a moment ago, it was a conflict between him and that bar owner Brother Wang, but now it somehow became a squabble between Lei Tianming and some random kid from nowhere. What a ridiculous turn of events.
"Him? …Of course, I know. Isn't he the organizer from Nuwa Company who got popular for a short while?" Lei Tianming said with a hint of disdain, "Just yesterday's news, what's the big deal?"
"Not much of a big deal, but do you know his other identity?" Li Momo burped, looked Lei Tianming up and down, circled around him, and finally stopped behind him with a mischievous grin, "He's the future son-in-law of the Qiao family. Didn't you know?"
"The Qiao family?" Lei Tianming's legs went weak, and his head wobbled as if recalling something. A while ago, there was a gossip article about the main person in charge of the 'Dragonborn' Project—Miss Qiao Xier of the Qiao family—being rumored with a country bumpkin, apparently Zhang Yang. But later, all the related news got shut down, and people eventually forgot.
Could it be true? If Zhang Yang really was the Qiao family's son-in-law, then damn… The Qiao family's power wasn't a bit weaker than the Li family's.
He offended their future son-in-law? Hell, even if it was just a dog raised by the Qiao family, he couldn't afford to offend them!
"Young Master Li, don't joke with me. Miss Qiao's status is way above this kind of man…" He glanced at Zhang Yang, who was holding Yang Jing's hand affectionately, his face full of suspicion. "Besides, look at him—if he were really the Qiao family's son-in-law, why would he be holding my junior's hand?"
Hearing that, Yang Jing quickly let go of Zhang Yang's hand and explained, "What nonsense are you talking about, Zhang Yang is my younger brother."
"Brother, who would believe that?" Lei Tianming muttered jealously.
"Believe it or not, that's your problem." Li Momo shot him a look. "I've said what I need to say. So, what's it gonna be—get lost or keep wasting time with me here?"
Lei Tianming was dumbfounded. This guy didn't give him a shred of face! At least give him an easy way out, but no—he just straight-up slapped his face verbally. Damn it!
He really wanted to hack the bastard down with a blade, but he knew that was impossible. It was said that members of the Li family always had invisible bodyguards following them, maybe even a few hidden experts with guns were in the bar right now waiting for him to make a move.
"Brother Wang… you're the owner here, how do you think we should handle this?" Lei Tianming couldn't just back down like that. If word spread, how would he survive in this area? But going against Li Momo was out of the question. So he dragged the bar owner into it.
And when Brother Wang heard that, he almost jumped up and chopped Lei Tianming himself.
Damn you, are you fucking kidding me? He already regretted arguing with Zhang Yang and Yang Jing earlier. Now he knew these two were basically national treasures, and not just that—they were clearly tied to both the Qiao and Li families. And this idiot wanted him to be the judge?
Wasn't that just asking to die?
He wasn't an idiot!
"Ha, tonight's drinks are all on me. Let's just call it a misunderstanding, alright?" Brother Wang thought about it. Lei Tianming was also a local thug, not easy to mess with. So he had no choice but to brush it off and bullshit his way through.
Lei Tianming was speechless. Didn't expect this guy to surrender even faster than him. He'd just seen him trying to act tough with Zhang Yang earlier, and now he'd turned into a coward too.
"Cough… alright then, since both Young Master Li and Boss Wang said so, I, Lei Tianming, will give you this face." Lei Tianming puffed up his chest, trying to look dignified, but realized Li Momo, Zhang Yang, and even Yang Jing didn't bother looking at him.
Not only that, Li Momo even opened his mouth again, turning the tables on him—and that nearly brought him to tears.
"Alright, alright, apologize to them and get lost. I don't wanna waste time with you."
Lei Tianming almost knelt. He was the one who got beaten half to death—why the hell should he be the one apologizing?
"Young Master Li…" Lei Tianming was really pissed now. He pushed his swollen, pig-like face closer and pointed to the two lackeys groaning on the sofa, forcing down his anger as he said, "There should be some principle here, right? Look at me and my two buddies—we're all like this! Then look at him… him… look at him, he's still laughing! Shouldn't he be the one apologizing? I know the Li family is fair in their dealings, so I respect that—but you should respect us too."
He deliberately made himself look pitiful, hoping to earn some sympathy.
But Li Momo didn't even spare him a glance, just spat, "Respect my ass. You started this shit, so you're the one who should apologize."
And that wasn't all—he suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. "Hurry the fuck up, my patience is limited."
Fuck! Lei Tianming was speechless. What the hell, man? Even if the Li family's big, you can't just threaten people with a gun!
He looked at the machete in his hand, then at the gun in Li Momo's hand, and sighed in defeat, lowering his blade quietly.
"Alright… I'll give you face today… I…" He handed the machete to one of his stunned buddies, walked up to Zhang Yang and Yang Jing, opened his mouth, and nearly cried.
Wasn't he supposed to come back to regain his dignity? Damn it, he brought a whole bunch of people just to come apologize again?
Fuck, how humiliating!
"This is just…" He thought about it, but couldn't bring himself to say the words. Then he turned back toward Li Momo, "Young Master Li, I mean…"
"Fuck! Are you done yet?!" Li Momo snapped, smashing a beer bottle in irritation.
"Alright, alright… I apologize!" Lei Tianming rushed to Zhang Yang, bowed, and blurted out, "Sorry, I was wrong tonight!"
Then, taking advantage of the moment when Li Momo wasn't looking, he bolted into the crowd.
The scene left his gang completely petrified. What the… this was too damn embarrassing!
"The monkey ran off, what the hell are you idiots still standing around for?" Li Momo glanced at the stunned thugs and sneered, "Hey… don't run too fast!"
Before he even finished talking, the group that came with Lei Tianming, along with his two blood-covered lackeys, scrambled to find a hole to crawl into and vanished.
Zhang Yang hadn't even said a word. The whole farce played out like a ridiculous comedy and ended just like that.
He and Yang Jing exchanged glances, both speechless. Damn, Lei Tianming was such a coward…
"Let's go!" Zhang Yang shook his head, pulled Yang Jing's hand, and was ready to leave.
"Hey… hey… hey, I helped you, at least show some gratitude. Can't you say thank you?" Li Momo rushed up when he saw them leaving.
Zhang Yang looked at the young man carefully for the first time. He had a clean face, dressed in a bit of a hippie style, but his complexion was pale—maybe from spending too much time in nightclubs.
"Thanks." Zhang Yang gave him a brief look and said lightly, then turned to leave.
Li Momo chuckled, muttering behind him, "That Sister Qiao was right, this guy really is something else."
Zhang Yang stopped, turned around, and looked at him. "You know her?"