520: Chapter 518: You Deserve a Beating (Second Update) 520: Chapter 518: You Deserve a Beating (Second Update) “So people really shouldn’t be toads lusting after swan at.
Miss Bai is not soone a castaway like you can covet!”
Ou Yanhong muttered under his breath with a sneer flashing in his eyes.
Xiao Yifeng’s gaze grew sharp, a cold light flickering in his eyes as he looked at Ou Yanhong.
Just as he was about to speak, Bai Zhixin beat him to it.
“Ou Yanhong, from now on, do not interfere in others’ business, I don’t need you to manage my affairs; just take care of yourself,” Bai Zhixin said with a cold and detached tone in her voice.
Ou Yanhong’s face changed, and he lowered his head without speaking further.
Xiao Yifeng also let out a cold laugh.
Soon the al was served, and everyone began to eat, with Song Chenbo eating voraciously, appearing extrely hungry.
“Damn it, can’t you watch where you’re going?
Are you blind?”
Just then, an angry voice rose, startling Xiao Yifeng and the others, who turned their gaze toward the source.
In the restaurant, they saw a young man dressed in expensive designer clothes glaring angrily at a woman in a waiter’s uniform in front of him.
Behind the young man stood four somber n with distinct bulging temples, clearly skilled fighters.
At that mont, the young man’s clothes were stained with a large splotch.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it…
it wasn’t on purpose!”
The female waiter said in a panic, apologizing in a low voice, her accent revealing she was Chinese.
“So you’re Chinese, no wonder you lack awareness.
You people from China are truly annoying!”
The young man’s voice overflowed with disdain and anger once he realized the waiter was Chinese.
This comnt made Xiao Yifeng and the others’ expressions turn uglier.
“Sir, I’m sorry; I can clean it for you!”
The female waiter offered.
“Clean it?
Do you think Young Master would wear this piece of clothing again?
This outfit costs tens of thousands of US dollars, tell , how do you plan to compensate?”
The young man said coldly.
“I…”
Hearing the amount of tens of thousands of US dollars, the female waiter’s face turned pale with fear, at a loss for what to do, knowing she couldn’t afford such an expensive outfit even if she sold herself.
“Seeing as you’ve got a pretty face, why don’t you let Young Master have a good ti instead?
I haven’t had a Chinese woman before, and today seems like a good day to see what they’re like,”
the young man suggested, a vile gleam in his eyes as he ran his hand over the face of the female waiter.
“No…
don’t!”
The woman imdiately stepped back, shaking and with fear in her eyes.
“Young Master Cangye, what brings you here?”
At that mont, a short, fat bald man in a suit hurried over—with a fawning smile on his face, he looked at the young man.
“Manager, he…”
“You’re the manager of this restaurant, huh?
This woman has soiled my clothing, and I want her to compensate personally.
That’s not a problem, is it?”
Without waiting for the female waiter to finish, the young man scanned the restaurant manager with a proud look in his eyes.
“No problem at all, of course!”
Without a second thought, the manager nodded his head, and the female waiter turned even paler, trying to speak, “Manager!”
“Don’t talk back.
You dirtied Young Master Cangye’s clothing; the fact you’re still alive is already Young Master Cangye’s rcy to you,”
the manager scolded with a sneer.
“Take her away!”
A wicked smile appeared on the young man’s lips, and two n behind him stepped forward to grab the woman.
Swish!
Suddenly, the sound of sothing cutting through the air was heard, and a knife and fork flew through the room, piercing through the hand of one of the n reaching for the female waiter, splattering blood.
The man scread in pain, clutching his hand, his face as pale as death.
“Who?”
The young man’s complexion changed in shock as he barked sharply, while the other three n all wore a cool expression, their eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
At that mont, Xiao Yifeng rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping toward the young man, evidently the one who had thrown that fork and knife.
“Damn it, how dare you bully Chinese people!”
Song Chenbo also stood up, his face indignant.
“Don’t be impulsive!”
Xiao Han spoke up from the side.
Xiao Yifeng walked directly over, his gaze fixed on the young man.
“Was it you who threw that fork?”
The young man gazed at Xiao Yifeng and demanded coldly.
“It was .
Just bad luck on your part, getting hit like that.”
Xiao Yifeng responded with a slight smile.
“Damn it, who are you to ddle in others’ affairs!”
The young man’s expression darkened, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
“I’m your grandfather!”
Xiao Yifeng retorted with a cold laugh.
“Despicable Chinese, kill him for !”
The young man barked an order, and at once, the other three n burst out with a powerful aura as they charged towards Xiao Yifeng.
All three were at the Transformative Energy Stage, unleashing a ferocious presence.
That a person who could employ Transformative Energy experts as bodyguards clearly suggested the young man’s identity was no simple matter.
Bang, bang, bang!
In the blink of an eye, all three were blown away, toppling several tables before crashing to the ground, unable to get up for quite so ti.
“You…”
The young man looked at Xiao Yifeng, surprise etched on his face.
“Chinese, how dare you hit my people from the Cangye Clan, you’re dead at!”
The young man’s gaze bore murderous intent as he stared at Xiao Yifeng.
“You’re asking for it!”
Xiao Yifeng stated coldly, landing a ferocious kick that sent the man flying, smashing a table into pieces.
“You…
How dare you hit Young Master Cangye?”
The manager looked at Xiao Yifeng, his eyes glazed over in disbelief.
“Hmph, bully a Chinese person and I won’t care even if you’re the Emperor’s son—I’ll still hit you all the sa!”
Xiao Yifeng snorted dismissively, his gaze turned to the waitress and said, “Stop working here.
Leave.”
“Thank you!”
The waitress looked at Xiao Yifeng with a grateful expression.
“Don’t you dare…”
The manager tried to stop the waitress from leaving, but was instantly intimidated by a fearso look from Xiao Yifeng.
“Cough, cough…”
It took a while for the young man to regain his senses, a bout of coughing bringing up fresh blood.
“Young Master Cangye, are you alright?”
The manager hurried over to help the young man up.
“Damn Chinese, how dare you hit ?
Do you know who I am?”
The young man glared at Xiao Yifeng, anger and murderous intent filling his eyes.
“Who you are is none of my business!” Xiao Yifeng sneered.
“I am the second young master of the Cangye Clan, Cangye Erlang.
You’re a dead man; I will tear you to pieces and skin you alive!”
Cangye Erlang roared ferociously.
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