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Chapter 182: What if I hit you?
Wei Yuan's punch left everyone stunned.
Even Flying Eagle, who had sparred with Wei Yuan before, did not expect him to act so recklessly. Did he not fear being sued for beating up a lawyer in front of so many witnesses?
Clearly, people like Flying Eagle, who were used to the streets, still felt a sense of trepidation when facing someone like Davis, who worked in law. After all, they could easily beat up an ordinary person or a thug because they knew the other party wouldn't dare retaliate, as they could always strike back at any time.
However, a lawyer was a different matter entirely. If you dared to lay a finger on him, he could sue you for intentional harm, which could lead to criminal charges and possibly land you in jail. Naturally, it was unwise to offend such individuals.
Even those business owners with a certain level of success were wary of crossing these people, knowing that those who wielded the law as a weapon were the hardest to deal with.
Yet Wei Yuan appeared fearless, like a young calf that does not fear tigers. His actions, though somewhat extreme, ignited a fire within those around him. After all, seeing a young man display such spirit made them reluctant to fall behind.
"Well done! This kid has guts!"
As they witnessed Wei Yuan's boldness, some people nearby couldn't contain their excitement and began to cheer.
Once Wei Yuan took action, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. However, seeing his determined expression and recalling the ferocity with which he struck, none of the disciples from Purple Robe Pavilion dared to step forward; instead, they seemed to retreat.
Sure enough, after Wei Yuan set such a precedent, those around him became increasingly agitated. Clearly, some harbored thoughts of wanting to beat up this self-righteous foreign lawyer but lacked the courage. Who would have thought that Wei Yuan would do what they dared not?
It was as if they were watching a boxing match; if they were to step into the ring themselves, perhaps setting aside their identities, they still wouldn't dare.
Many Chinese people believed they could not compete physically with Caucasians. Moreover, this foreigner named Davis was tall and muscular—far beyond what these pot-bellied individuals could compare to.
But Wei Yuan showed no fear at all. With a sudden punch, he made intimate contact with Davis's hooked nose. As blood streamed from the foreigner's nose, the crowd's emotions surged with excitement, reaching a peak.
At that moment, it seemed as if everyone forgot why they were there; it felt like watching a boxing match. Each person was filled with enthusiasm and couldn't help but make various sounds, creating an exceptionally tense atmosphere.
The group of people cleverly stepped aside, surrounding Wei Yuan and Davis in the middle, as if giving them space to hold a contest.
Outside, the reporters arranged by Zhang Sheng had already caught wind of the situation and were eager to break in. However, the disciples of the Purple Robe Pavilion, arranged by Xu Feng, were hesitant to confront Wei Yuan directly but knew how to handle these reporters.
After all, there could be other developments during this process, so they needed to temporarily stop the reporters to prevent the situation from escalating beyond control. As for how Wei Yuan and Flying Eagle planned to stir things up, they dared not interfere for now.
Stepping out of the narrow mountain gate of the Purple Robe Pavilion and into the secular world, they had spent quite some time in Qingxi Town. Among the local ruffians in Qingxi Town, Flying Eagle was undoubtedly the most famous, and these people were well aware of that.
This was why Wei Yuan insisted on bringing Flying Eagle along when he decided to take action today.
On one hand, they needed someone among this group to take charge, and clearly, Flying Eagle was a more suitable choice than Wei Yuan himself. He was a person of the streets, and his presence alone was enough to intimidate ordinary people.
On the other hand, dealing with these disciples was not primarily aimed at Shen Qingyi, so he naturally would not be overly anxious. Xu Feng himself was not considered part of the Purple Robe Pavilion, so these people would not care about Xu Feng's fate.
Moreover, with Flying Eagle present, they certainly would not offend him just to help Xu Feng out. After all, as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake; in this territory of Qingxi Town, Flying Eagle held significant sway.
At this moment, some disciples of the Purple Robe Pavilion were busy blocking the reporters from the television stations from entering. The reporters naturally countered their actions with typical arguments.
"Our television station has freedom of press; you cannot interfere with us."
"What you are doing infringes on citizens' right to know. Don't you have any legal knowledge?"
Such statements were common. However, those who had long been stationed at the mountain gate were somewhat isolated from the world; how could they possess any legal knowledge?
Regardless of their arguments, these relatively mild-mannered reporters made the disciples of the Purple Robe Pavilion feel more at ease. Thus, they arranged for a few people to go and block them.
Some people even rushed over, after all, staying here might be entertaining, but if things really escalated, whether to take action or not would be a true test of character.
Watching these people form a circle with remarkable tacit understanding, even surrounding the dead foreigner, Wei Yuan became somewhat interested. In his view, unless Davis was a fool, it was impossible for him not to realize that the task Xu Feng assigned him carried significant risks.
Yet he still dared to take it on, unafraid of personal safety threats and even unconcerned about damaging his reputation, boldly moving forward. What kind of spirit was supporting him in doing this?
Wei Yuan could think of only two possibilities. The first was that he and Xu Feng were actually close friends, or perhaps even a couple. Therefore, for Xu Feng's sake, he was willing to take risks beyond just personal loss, even enduring the pain of disgrace.
However, Wei Yuan quickly dismissed this speculation because the foreigner looked so robust; if they were indeed close friends, he would certainly be the dominant one in the relationship. This could also be interpreted as being the masculine side.
But while Xu Feng was indeed deeply flawed, he did not appear to be submissive in any way; he looked like someone who would not be easily taken advantage of. To put it simply, he looked like a man on the surface but might secretly be more feminine.
This possibility seemed quite low; after all, real life is not like a drama where there are so many close friends everywhere.
The second possibility seemed more plausible: although Davis appeared to be well-groomed, he was actually struggling financially. That’s why he would take on such a tricky and risky case—purely for money.
After all, people die for wealth, and birds perish for food.
Just look at how many so-called stars and big names are willing to sell anything for money or use anything for publicity. Does reputation really matter to someone who is broke?
Hehe, Feng Jie and Furong can tell you.
They discarded their reputations and didn’t care about any external slander; they even poured dirty water over themselves. Yet now they live more affluent lives than most people.
Are they really foolish?
Actually, it's not that. They are smarter than anyone else and know that they don't have the capital to attract attention. Since they can't develop in the direction of beauty, they might as well embrace being extremely ugly. It's like some people who are willing to become ugly stars or comedians for the sake of their entertainment careers; it's essentially the same principle.
In such cases, one might lose their reputation and is even more likely to be beaten by a crowd of hundreds. With such a high risk, if the other party is indeed a top lawyer, no matter what price Xu Feng offers to invite them, they probably wouldn't even glance at it and would just tell him to get lost.
Once Wei Yuan figured this out, it didn't matter anymore. The legal profession may seem glamorous, but only those who are well-established in the industry or at the top have the right to enjoy that glamour.
Those bottom-tier lawyers actually live not much better than ordinary people. They think they can protect others' rights, but sometimes they can't even safeguard their own.
Thus, it can be concluded that Davis appears quite impressive on the surface. The foreign lawyer speaks fluent Chinese and uses polite and appropriate language, making people feel that he is indeed very professional.
However, this is not a scene from a legal drama; the reason such characters struggle in China is that they fundamentally do not understand the national conditions of China.
He seems professional, but who among those in the legal and political departments doesn't know that from filing a case to going to court often takes several months? What is this time best used for?
That's right; this is what is known as industry unspoken rules. When taking a driving test, you first need to please the driving school's examiner. An actor aspiring to be a lead must first build good relationships with directors or investors. When necessary, female actors must learn to undress at appropriate times and provide attentive service; only by being submissive can they have opportunities to be treated like royalty.
Similarly, in the legal profession, once you take on a case, you must first smooth things over with the judge. You need to approach this task with the same nature as charming a girl when dating. You also need someone to pave the way for you to have any chance of winning; going to court is merely a formality—the real verdict has already been agreed upon over drinks and meals.
After all, no matter how shrewd a foreigner may be, it is always difficult for them to fully grasp Chinese dining culture, which inevitably includes the philosophy of drinking. As the saying goes: important matters are discussed in the office, but major decisions are made over drinks.
Therefore, Wei Yuan has long seen through this so-called foreign lawyer; he is essentially a second-rate lawyer who has fallen into poverty and will take on any case without regard for ethics.
"Do you dare hit me? You bastard."
Davis covered his nose for quite some time. Ultimately, amidst the cheers and screams of so many people, his true colors were revealed. On one hand, he felt embarrassed after being hit by someone so small; on the other hand, realizing that things had escalated beyond repair meant he had to retaliate fiercely.
"Mr. Davis, how dare you insult me? Don't you know that I can sue you for such words? There are plenty of witnesses present."
Looking at the Foreign Lawyer, Davis was now like a mad bull, making a loud commotion and completely losing the elegance he had before. He was ready to roll up his sleeves and confront Wei Yuan.
However, Wei Yuan became even more polite, smiling as he said this.
The people present couldn't help but chuckle; it seemed that the roles of the two had reversed at this moment. Wei Yuan sounded more like a lawyer, while Davis resembled a thug seeking revenge, just like Wei Yuan when he first arrived.
Davis, hearing this, became even angrier and pointed at Wei Yuan, saying, "You dare to play the victim? You better watch out; I will definitely sue you for malicious injury. Just wait!"
Wei Yuan was prepared to take advantage of this situation to escalate matters further while investigating the emotions involved.
But Davis was still daydreaming. He thought that such verbal threats would intimidate Wei Yuan. He expected Wei Yuan to be frightened and back down.
However, he did not anticipate that Wei Yuan seemed completely unfazed, almost as if he had never developed any fear. He showed no concern for Davis's words.
Not only that, but he even saw Wei Yuan moving closer to him, inching nearer with a fierce look in his eyes.
This made Davis feel a bit uneasy; after all, this was just a twenty-year-old kid. How could he possibly be afraid of him?
"Don't come any closer! If you dare to make a move, I won't hold back. I'm just defending myself!"
Wei Yuan wore a charming smile as he looked at Davis for over five seconds before making a feint as if to punch him. In reflex, the foreigner quickly raised his hands to protect his nose.
Little did he know that Wei Yuan wasn't actually aiming for his nose; instead, he pushed away the hand that was covering it. As a result, Davis's already reddened nose—looking somewhat like a case of rosacea—suffered even more damage.
However, Wei Yuan showed no sympathy whatsoever. In his view, someone who had studied law for two years and then casually acted as an accomplice for money, committing all sorts of outrageous acts, was not deserving of any goodwill.
Moreover, he was just a foreigner. Wei Yuan was not the type to consider himself above others and then feel the urge to kneel and worship at the feet of a foreign dignitary, nor was he the kind of disgusting person who would fawn over them.
"What if I hit you? You think you can sue me? I'll give you a couple more hits so that when you go for a medical examination, you'll have even more solid evidence. Go ahead and sue me."
Wei Yuan's movements did not pause at all; he pushed his hand aside and once again struck his injured hooked nose, causing blood to flow once more.
Although there was no sympathy involved, to prevent any issues from hitting the same spot too much, Wei Yuan changed his position slightly. He extended two fingers and posed in a way that many people like to do when taking pictures.
It was a "V" shape, often used to look cute when placed next to one's face or symbolizing victory when directed at the camera.
In any case, Wei Yuan was not trying to show off; after quickly forming the gesture with his two fingers, he straightened them and thrust them horizontally toward Davis's eyes.
"Let’s see you show off again."
Previously, Wei Yuan had already caused Davis considerable pain with just two hits; tears and snot were streaming down his face, along with blood from his nose. However, before his tears could even reach his nose, Wei Yuan struck again.
His two fingers aimed directly at Davis's eyes. This time, Davis's tears flowed uncontrollably; he seemed to go mad and forgot about the pain in his body. Like a bull in a bullring seeing red cloth, he charged straight at Wei Yuan.
As Wei Yuan felt Davis's hard head preparing to collide with his chest, he decisively turned aside to avoid it. He quickly maneuvered around and grabbed Davis's belt; with a swift turn, he nearly threw him out entirely.
Now, after being cleansed by Spiritual Energy, Wei Yuan's physical capabilities had completely surpassed those of an ordinary person. Coupled with a period of training, his body no longer struggled under the increased demands during fights.
Clearly in this aspect, he had returned to his previous state. However, in other areas such as strength and explosiveness, there had been significant changes due to the influence of Spiritual Energy. Combined with the secret techniques taught by Yang Ying from the Purple Robe Pavilion, he was now much stronger.
The degree of flexibility in the body can reach an exaggerated level akin to soft yoga, along with a set of martial arts that better utilizes the body's strength, and a set of Qi training techniques passed down from the previous Purple Robe Marquis.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, many Daoist philosophies are highly regarded, so topics related to breathing, energy cultivation, and health maintenance are also a research focus of the Purple Robe Pavilion.
It is precisely because of this that Wei Yuan can toy with such a tall foreigner like a matador, leaving him unable to retaliate at all.
After tugging on Davis's belt, Wei Yuan forcefully yanked him back, then kicked him in the stomach. With one hand pulling on his shirt collar, he dragged him back again and delivered a knee strike.
The surrounding Pharmaceutical Manufacturers could easily see that these two were clearly not on the same level. Although Wei Yuan was young, it was evident that he had practiced martial arts or something similar. The foreigner looked strong but was utterly useless against Wei Yuan, who manipulated him at will.
At this moment, everyone present couldn't help but realize why this person was so bold, daring to confront Davis in such a setting without fear; it turned out he possessed exceptional skills.
One could say that skill breeds courage; with such good abilities, it's no wonder Wei Yuan appeared so fearless.
At this point, Davis, being toyed with like this, could hardly care about his own status and felt he had lost all face. However, he was still unwilling to give up and struggled desperately to break free from Wei Yuan.
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