Free Web NovelChapter 2108: Chapter 2309: This Kid Is No Ordinary One!!!
Wumao originally thought that catching Lin Dongyang, who was with Hao Jian, would show him a good lesson, knocking him down to make him aware of his power, scaring Hao Jian before tormenting him. How dare a student show off in front of him; he needed to learn the consequences of his actions.
Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that he accidentally did something that made Hao Jian a bit angry. Hao Jian knew Wumao was testing him and trying to intimidate him. So, when Wumao’s hand was about to touch Lin Dongyang, Hao Jian swiftly grabbed Wumao’s hand.
The speed of his action was beyond words; Wumao had no time to react before he was slammed to the ground.
He just felt a surge of pain through his body, his arm was numb as if it had broken, but the key was the meat on his chest, which felt as if it had been smashed. The pain was so intense that his stomach curled up, making him wish for death.
Hao Jian’s move shocked everyone because no one saw how he acted, yet Wumao was already on the ground.
As for Afei, who rushed over seeing his brother knocked down, Hao Jian deliberately slowed down when he threw Afei to the ground, clearly to let them see it.
At this moment, they all wore expressions of surprise. Black San and Qiu Lang sat steadily on their chairs, yet the expressions on their faces when looking at Hao Jian had changed noticeably. No longer were they disdainful; now they were surprised and amazed. They probably never imagined a student could be so strong.
Wumao and Afei may have been the bosses of a gang of hundreds, young people who climbed from the bottom, possessing some skills; otherwise, how would they manage their underlings? But Hao Jian, in appearance just a student, had knocked down both leaders in an instant.
Their second impression of Hao Jian was that his strength was not to be underestimated, immediately changing their previous view of him.
Big Rotten Fortune had been excitedly ready to make a move, but after seeing this scene, he just stood dumbly in place, his expression told the whole story.
At this moment, the little brothers of Wumao and Afei saw their bosses knocked down lying on the floor, with blank stares at Hao Jian, instinctively scared, too afraid to advance, feet halted there, stupidly gazing at Hao Jian and their downed bosses.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help them up!" Hao Jian said to them.
Only then did they react, quickly running over to help Afei and Wumao up. Hao Jian had already turned and sat back in his seat. They assisted them to back to their seats, one clutching a chest, the other pressing an arm, faces full of pain.
Seeing the situation, Big Rotten Fortune quietly sat down immediately. And at this time, Hao Jian poured himself a cup of wine, raised the cup toward Afei and Wumao and said, "Come, Afei, Wumao, sorry for my offense earlier, let’s have this drink, and we’ll consider it a spar, after this drink, we can let bygones be bygones."
Afei and Wumao might not have expected Hao Jian to say such a thing, dumbfounded for a moment, but unable to conceal the burning anger on their faces.
Spar? Spar your ***. Is this how one ’spars’? Sparring nearly got us killed, and you call this sparring?
Yet the two exchanged glances without saying a word. Although Hao Jian’s words were off the mark, thinking differently, after all, they were the ones to throw the first punch, intending to embarrass Hao Jian, only to fail miserably and get humiliated by him instead.
Hao Jian calling it a spar was actually a way to save them face, avoiding the defeat of gaining no advantage and losing ground, maintaining a bit of dignity in front of so many people. Although resentment boiled inside them, and they were still angry, Hao Jian was extending them considerable face, so they couldn’t say much more.
Wumao first picked up the cup and stood up, but said nothing, directly raised the glass and swallowed the wine in one gulp. Apparently, they accepted Hao Jian’s words, but still couldn’t lower themselves to apologize; that would be too humiliating.
At the very least, they had to maintain their dignity, so they could continue to manage their little brothers with face.
Afei followed suit, first pouring himself a cup, stood up, glanced at Hao Jian, and wordlessly downed his drink in one go. After finishing, he slammed the cup on the table and sat down.
Seeing this, Hao Jian silently drank his wine, then sat down. Baldy wanted to say something, but seeing Hao Jian saying nothing, he decided not to speak.
At this moment, Black San and Qiu Lang had a different expression when looking at Hao Jian. No matter how they treated him before, they only saw Hao Jian as a student. But after witnessing Hao Jian’s actions, they dared not underestimate him anymore.
If it were an ordinary student, upon seeing Wumao and Afei’s attitude, they would surely be enraged, and the three of them might end up in a heated argument and a fight. After all, it’s the nature of young people—impulsive, hot-blooded, quick to resort to fists over disagreements.
Wumao and Afei wore their youthful spirit on their faces. Even though Hao Jian first stood up and said this was just a contest, suggesting that a drink together would clear the air, they still struggled with their pride as young men. They drank the toast, sat down, but refused to utter a word, holding onto what little dignity they believed they had.
On the other hand, Hao Jian sat down, poured himself a drink, and stood up to speak again. Though Wumao and Afei drank, their demeanor remained defiant. Yet Hao Jian acted as if nothing happened, even smiling, showing no sign of anger, and after draining his glass, calmly took his seat.
Others might not see the dynamics clearly, but Black San and Qiu Lang could definitely see it all.
When Hao Jian first stood up to speak, it represented that he already had control over the situation. Every action and word concealed his emotions; if he was angry, it didn’t show at all—I faced the scorn of Wumao and Afei with a smile and composure.
Such composure seems impossible for anyone his age. Hao Jian handled everything flawlessly, navigating conflicts and alliances without revealing his emotions. Yet Hao Jian is just a student—able to execute seamlessly what takes a lifetime for others to master.
Amazing! Now they deeply felt the saying, "The waves behind drive the waves ahead, and the new waves perish on the shore." Hao Jian embodies the awe-inspiring power of youth. The thought surfaced in their minds, and their view of Hao Jian shifted dramatically, no longer seeing him as merely a student.
"Come, let’s drink first," Baldy said, sensing the tense atmosphere, and raised his glass.
Since Baldy spoke, Wumao and Afei had no choice but to follow suit. The others, including Hao Jian and Lin Dongyang, also rose with their drinks.
The group raised their glasses, clinked them, drank it all, and sat back down.
At this time, the silent Black San suddenly spoke to Baldy, asking, "What’s your take on cooperating against the Axe Gang?"
Among them, Black San and Qiu Lang were the oldest, the most experienced, and commanded the largest forces, with Black San leading over fifty people. Therefore, when Black San posed the question, everyone turned their eyes from him to Baldy.
Baldy merely smiled, directing his gaze toward Hao Jian.
The group’s attention turned to Hao Jian. Though Wumao and Afei showed confusion and disdain, they looked at Hao Jian nonetheless, curious about his response. Meanwhile, Black San and Qiu Lang furrowed their brows, seeming to realize something.
They realized that this meeting appeared to be organized by Baldy on the surface, but in reality, it was orchestrated by Hao Jian. And Hao Jian was just a student! Yet Baldy was willing to act upon Hao Jian’s words. Immediately, their perception of Hao Jian shifted yet again.
Hao Jian smiled and silently said, "I want to know how many people we might have combined here if everyone rallied their forces."
Black San furrowed his brow and said, "I have over fifty people."
"I can count about fifty-plus people myself," Qiu Lang responded second.
"I have roughly twenty to almost thirty," Big Rotten Fortune’s voice matched his rugged appearance.
Pausing, he added, "But if it’s truly necessary, I can add twenty more, making around fifty people."
Big Rotten Fortune’s words were credible. Although he managed only twenty to thirty men, he possessed ample wealth. Big Rotten Fortune’s early investments had filled his coffers, so if recruiting more men was needed, he could certainly finance that.
