Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1473: Something’s Wrong

Brother Niu nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Jiang Guangrong: "What about this boss?"

Jiang Guangrong took a sip of red wine from his glass: "Just some shitty booze and cheap liquor, and you want to buy off this many of my brothers? Boss Niu, you’re looking down on me way too much, aren’t you?"

Hearing Jiang Guangrong’s words, Brother Niu seemed to have yielded. He couldn’t help but feel a weight lifted off his shoulders. If he found out there was a problem with his hair.

Brother Niu was bald, no hair to protect him. Jiang Guangrong smashed a wine bottle over his head and his skull cracked open on the spot. Brother Niu was hurt even worse than the tattooed guy. Brother Niu sat on the ground, both hands clutching his head, whimpering non-stop.

Tian Jue turned and said: "If you don’t want to make friends with him, then don’t. So what do you want to do?"

Jiang Guangrong seemed to realize what he’d just done, and sat back down on the chair. He put both hands on the armrests, then kicked the sprawled Brother Niu with his right foot: "Hey, sorry! I just got a little worked up!"

Brother Niu wasn’t stupid. Of course he understood Jiang Guangrong was looking for an excuse. With his underling’s help, he stood up again. He took the towel his underling handed him and slapped it over his head. Supported by his little brother, Brother Niu staggered back a few steps, then howled hysterically: "You dare hit me! I’m Liang Shao’s man! You dog-bred bastard, I’m telling you, you know who he is? You’re dead! Brothers, get him for me!"

Under Brother Niu’s command, his underlings grabbed whatever they could and charged at Jiang Guangrong. The tattooed man, seeing Brother Niu’s people move, gritted his teeth and yelled: "Brothers, up!"

In an instant, more than thirty people rushed at Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong didn’t take these people seriously at all. He just looked at Tian Jue and said lightly: "All yours."

Tian Jue turned his head, about to say something. The other side’s people had already rushed over. Tian Jue had nothing more to say. He put the steel pipe down on the table and charged in. At the same time, Aying led his people rushing over. It was Li Mubai. He dragged a chair over, happily sat down next to Jiang Guangrong, a random bottle of red wine in his hand: "Come, let’s have a drink and let them fight it out. I’m telling you, this bottle’s real precious. One or two more, just in case!"

"This crap?" Jiang Guangrong gave a disdainful glance at the red wine in Li Mubai’s hand. "I just popped a bottle of red that cost 250 grand!"

Li Mubai was obviously a booze junkie. Hearing Jiang Guangrong say he had a 250k bottle, his eyes almost flashed with crazed light: "What? Where, where is it?"

Jiang Guangrong pointed at the tattooed man: "There, one bottle just now got smashed right on that idiot’s head!"

"Fuck! What a waste! You smashed tens of thousands worth of wine on that pig’s head? You really are a loser!"

When the tattooed man heard Jiang Guangrong and Li Mubai’s conversation, he couldn’t help but burst with rage. He was so pissed his blood surged, and he fainted dead away on the floor.

The bar was in total chaos. But because of feral fighters like Tian Jue, the outcome turned one-sided in no time. Of Brother Niu and his thirty-plus tattooed punks, nearly twenty got knocked down, while Xingwu Gang only had two men down.

Brother Niu and the remaining tattooed punks could barely stand. They didn’t dare step forward anymore. Everyone stared in terror at Jiang Guangrong and Tian Jue.

Brother Niu panicked, his right hand starting to tremble. He stared at Jiang Guangrong in fright and said in a quavering voice: "Who are you? Do you know this bar actually belongs to Liang Shaokai? You got a death wish?"

Jiang Guangrong leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs: "Mr. Liang? What kind of bird is this Mr. Liang? These days even cats and dogs dare call themselves ’young master’?"

"Who the hell dares make trouble on my turf?" As soon as Jiang Guangrong’s words fell, a commanding voice came from outside the door.

Brother Niu looked like he’d just seen his savior. Facing the entrance, he dropped to his knees. He covered the towel on his head with his left hand, wiped his tears with his right, and cried: "Mr. Liang, you have to stand up for me!"

Jiang Guangrong looked toward the source of the voice at the door. Three people walked into the bar, led by a young man in his twenties wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat. His hair and leather shoes were gleaming black, and his face was full of tyrannical arrogance. Jiang Meihao and the others all narrowed their eyes slightly in unison. After waiting so long, Ye Dahua had finally shown up!

Liang Shao strode up to Jiang Guangrong, kicked aside Brother Niu who was clinging to his leg, and glared furiously at Jiang Guangrong: "You the one making a mess in my place?"

Jiang Guangrong didn’t answer. He just stretched out his right hand and waved it in front of Liang Shao’s eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?" Liang Shao asked in confusion.

"Oh!" Jiang Guangrong suddenly realized something. "Look at you! The lighting’s crap tonight and you’re still wearing sunglasses, no wonder you can’t see. I thought some blind beggar from the streets wandered in by mistake!"

Liang Shao went berserk, yanking off his shades with his right hand and throwing them on the floor. He glared viciously at Jiang Guangrong.

"Self-burning?" Where’s the fire coming from? You see any fire?" Jiang Guangrong looked around curiously. "I thought you could see, turns out you really are blind. Little blind brat, hurry up and move along. Everyone here’s busy, nobody’s got time to give you money. Get lost!"

"Very good!" Liang Shao laughed in anger, his right hand clenching into a fist. "In Yanghe City, it’s been a long time since anyone’s talked to me like that. You’re asking for your legs to be broken. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish. Tonight I’ll add a few more corpses to the Xiang River!"

Jiang Guangrong smiled faintly, the two of them glaring daggers at each other.

Just then, a man in a suit behind Liang Shao stepped forward and whispered a few words into Liang Shao’s ear.

At the same time, Aying also stepped up and whispered into Jiang Guangrong’s ear: "Liang Kuan, surname Liang, only son of Yanghe City’s City Lord Liang Luo. It’s said Liang Luo didn’t have Liang Kuan until he was forty. A late-life son, so he spoils him rotten. That’s why Liang Kuan walks sideways in Yanghe City, nobody dares offend him. Even with Sister there and Xingwu Gang around, they’re all respectful to Young Master Liang, no one dares provoke him."

Jiang Guangrong nodded. So the City Lord’s son really does come with that capital city arrogance.

Liang Kuan’s underling had also clearly reported Jiang Guangrong’s background to him. After listening, Liang Kuan looked at Jiang Guangrong with disdain. "Oh, so that’s who’s acting all high and mighty. Turns out it’s Jiang Guangrong, boss of Xingwu Gang!"

Jiang Guangrong burst out laughing and smiled at Liang Kuan: "And I was wondering who you were—so you’re Liang Chengzhu’s son. I’ve heard of you for a long time!"

Liang Kuan didn’t catch the undertone in Jiang Guangrong’s words. He thought Jiang Guangrong’s attitude was starting to soften. He casually dragged a chair over and sat down, propping one leg high on the table. "Hey, Jiang Guangrong, you started a fight on my turf. What do you say we do about that?"

Brother Niu and the tattooed man who had just come to both lit up at Liang Kuan’s words. The two of them glared viciously at Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong stood up with an easy elegance and kicked the chair back onto Liang Kuan’s table. Then he casually sat down opposite Liang Kuan, bracing both arms on the table. He looked at Liang Kuan with a relaxed face: "You can fuck right off."

"Huh?" Liang Kuan wondered if he’d misheard. He looked at Jiang Guangrong in shock. In Liang Kuan’s subconscious, no matter what happened in Yanghe City, as long as he brought out his father’s name—Lord Liang Luo—no one would reject this olive branch. But today he’d run into this arrogant Jiang Guangrong, and for a moment Liang Kuan couldn’t adapt.

Brother Niu sat on the floor, slapping the ground angrily with his right hand as he shouted: "I’ll go to your damn mom, how dare you talk to Mr. Liang like that?"

Jiang Guangrong looked at Brother Niu, a faint killing intent in his eyes: "Say that again?"

Brother Niu panicked and glanced back at Tian Jue behind Jiang Guangrong. He immediately rolled over and flopped back down, playing dead.