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"Hmph, President Zhang, what do you mean by getting so angry?" At that moment, as Zhang Ya could no longer contain her fury and scolded her boyfriend a few times, the Eighth Master beside her also let out a cold snort and spoke up.
He had probably noticed that the relationships among the people present were somewhat complicated, but what did that have to do with him? They had invited him to mediate, and if their anger erupted at the table, it would be a clear disrespect to him.
As long as he was there, even if it was a matter of avenging a father’s death, they would have to suppress it in front of him.
"Eighth Master, I’m really sorry. I’ll drink three cups as punishment," Zhang Ya managed to gather herself after realizing the situation she was in. Forcing down the flames of anger in her heart, she smiled awkwardly and then quickly downed three cups of liquor.
A flush appeared on her face, and her eyes became slightly hazy, which caught the Eighth Master's attention once more.
On the other side, the handsome man who had been scolded felt a pang of concern for his girlfriend and reached out to steady her swaying shoulder, only to have her brush his hand away.
Then, fueled by the alcohol, she turned to Chen Wuyou and said, "Chen Wuyou, you should understand that this mess was caused by you. After creating this trouble, I put in so much effort to find a way to remedy it and invited Eighth Master here to mediate. Why are you still acting so high and mighty?"
Although she seemed to be getting angry again, this time the Eighth Master showed no signs of stopping or discontent. Instead, he watched with interest as Zhang Ya confronted Chen Wuyou, his eyes gleaming with an almost predatory curiosity.
"I have my ways to make amends. If you don’t believe me, then there’s nothing I can do," Chen Wuyou replied calmly while sitting next to Yang Xiaoyou.
"Making amends! Hiring security personnel is your idea of making amends?! Your family’s business may not be much, but in this aspect, you know far less than I do! Can’t you be a bit more realistic and stop being so self-righteous?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Ya seemed to hit a nerve and shouted loudly as if the effects of alcohol had fully kicked in.
"You should be the one being realistic. This sister here just can’t compete; some people need to learn to be content. The world is vast and cannot be seen through your narrow perspective," Yang Xiaoyou chimed in after putting down half-eaten pig trotters and wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"I haven’t even spoken yet; why are you butting in? Get lost!" The Eighth Master, who had initially been entertained by the two women’s bickering, now darkened his expression and snapped at the fellow he found bothersome from the start.
"That Dung Beetle Baldy told me to get lost too; he’s probably still in intensive care right now. So what about you?" Yang Xiaoyou said playfully while fiddling with her chopsticks, casting a teasing glance at the Eighth Master.
At that moment, the two burly men who had been sitting nearby also stood up in anger upon hearing this. Just as they rose, Yang Xiaoyou's chopsticks vanished from their hands.
In the instant the chopsticks vanished, accompanied by a sharp, piercing whistle, two burly men were sent flying backward, crashing into the tea table behind them.
The chopsticks that had seemingly disappeared had nearly pierced through both of their arms, blood gushing forth in an instant, causing the nearby Art School students to scream in shock.
Fortunately, the soundproofing in this high-end private room was effective; otherwise, the commotion would have echoed throughout the entire floor.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Eighth Master, who had been furious due to Yang Xiaoyou's words, seemed suddenly doused with cold water. He looked at the young man before him, whose smiling face appeared harmless, yet there was a hint of murderous intent that filled him with fear.
Unlike Mr. Shi, the Eighth Master had achieved his current status through his own strength and hard work. In his youth, he had apprenticed under a Bajiquan Master and learned formidable skills. After his master grew old and weak and was ultimately killed by him, he used his master's legacy to make a name for himself in SH.
After many years of effort, he finally attained his current position. While he might not be extremely wealthy, those in the underworld would still give him some face.
It was precisely because of his considerable strength that he could recognize the difficulty of the casual display of skill before him. If that person had attacked him just now, he wouldn’t have been able to evade it.
He never expected that this seemingly harmless Foodie could reach such a level!
At this age, how had he trained to achieve this?
With considerable expertise in Martial Arts himself, he understood well who one could offend and who one could not. Faced with such a master, if he wanted to deal with him and leave some hidden injuries behind, he might not even know how he would die afterward; it would be difficult to trace back to him. He recalled witnessing a master’s opponent come seeking mercy; that man wailed outside for three days before mysteriously dying without any evidence left behind.
Thinking of such terrifying scenarios made the Eighth Master’s heart race. He forced himself to remain calm and said, “We are now in a Rule of Law Society; we shouldn’t resort to violence.”
If outsiders heard such words from him, it would be quite laughable.
Just as he finished speaking and before Yang Xiaoyou could respond, Zhang Ya, intoxicated and agitated, suddenly shouted, “So it was you! You caused this destruction! Do you have any idea how much this will cost our company?”
Hearing this woman scream without understanding the situation made Scarred Man feel an overwhelming urge to tear her apart.
In today's society, individual strength is hardly anything remarkable. However, when a person's skills reach a certain level and they operate within specific rules, it can be quite terrifying.
The Chinese Empire has extremely strict regulations regarding firearms, which further elevates the status of such individuals. As long as there is no need to resort to using lethal weapons, no one is willing to provoke such a fellow.
Both Mr. Shi and Eighth Master understand what can and cannot be done. They might have acquired some firearms, but more often than not, they rely on the constant harassment from the thugs they have under their control, using the kind of pressure that comes from having nothing to lose to force their opponents into submission. However, if it comes down to actually using a gun, that would definitely lead to dire consequences.
Moreover, the most pressing issue at hand is the fact that they are so close to this exceptionally skilled fellow. Even if they wanted to settle scores slowly, they first had to deal with the immediate problem. In terms of skills, Scarface was well aware that he was far outmatched.
“Tsk tsk, you can't just wrongfully accuse someone,” Yang Xiaoyou said nonchalantly in response to the woman whose expression had turned somewhat ferocious. “At that time, I simply left according to what the other party wanted. He told us to leave, so we did. What more respect could we show for his wishes? Should we have forced ourselves to stay?”
Her boyfriend seemed like he wanted to say something but fell silent upon seeing the two people moaning on the ground. The other two female students huddled in the corner, too scared to speak or move.
“You're talking nonsense! Mr. Shi only asked you to leave!” The woman shouted back, her voice loud and slurred from alcohol. “Oh, so you really understand what happened back then? Then you should know better what would happen if I left Sister Wu You all alone! Honestly, I really wanted to lock you and that fat pig in a room together just to see your expression.”
Yang Xiaoyou's face flashed with a strange expression as she replied.
“Hmph! So what if we ended up in bed together? Just consider it being bitten by a dog; what's the big deal? Stop pretending to be so innocent,” Zhang Ya exploded at this point, her words causing her boyfriend's face to turn an unpleasant shade of red and white.
“It’s about being locked up with him after he turned into a Zombie.” Before the fellow could finish his sentence, Yang Xiaoyou casually interjected while resting her fingers on the table.
Her words sent a chill through everyone present, as if they had plunged into an ice cave. Even Chen Wuyou beside her seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.
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