The young man called Brother Yang was the leader among a dozen people, even Ye Ming had to call him brother.
The reason? Simple, it’s because of who he is—the youngest son of Yang Dingfeng, the leader of the South Sea Alliance. His na is Yang Yang, a tough character, and Ye Ming too wanted to get acquainted with him. Whenever Ye Ming encountered difficult situations, he would always seek him out.
Yang Yang could call out a dozen people at once, which was quite a formidable force. Ye Ming had asked Yang Yang for help several tis, though it would cost him a bit afterward.
But it didn’t matter. As long as he could get things done, a little money was nothing. His father owned three construction companies, with hundreds of workers.
As for why Yang Yang didn’t ask those workers for help, the reason was simple too: Yang Yang didn’t want his father to know.
After all, being slapped in the face by a stranger and losing such face, the fewer people who knew, the better.
Yang Yang took the cigarette that Ye Ming handed to him, tucked it behind his ear, and asked, "Who are we beating up this ti?"
Ye Ming said, "Oh, not out yet, Brother Yang, please wait a mont."
"Alright!"
After saying that, Yang Yang sat down heavily on the car hood.
The other dozen people were hanging around the vicinity, so sitting on cars, so inside them, so checking out passing beauties, and would whistle at attractive ones, asking for their contact information.
Soon, the place was deserted, leaving only them.
Suddenly, Ye Ming’s eyes lit up, "There he is!"
With those words, the previously bored and listless dozen erupted in excitent, all turning to follow Ye Ming’s gaze.
They saw a man in a trench coat walking slowly across the plaza, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, hands in his pockets, looking lazily casual.
Just one person, seemingly unremarkable.
Yang Yang gave Ye Ming a heavy slap on the shoulder, and Ye Ming turned back with a smile, "Brother Yang."
"Is it that guy?"
"Yeah, it’s him!" Ye Ming said, "You don’t know, this guy’s really arrogant. Earlier inside the building, in front of a crowd, he slapped in the face. Super arrogant, but looks like he might be a practitioner, Brother Yang, look..."
"Just a practitioner, no matter how skilled, he’s still got just two hands and two feet; how tough could he be? Do you think these dozen or so people of mine are just loafing around?"
Yang Yang’s tone was full of disdain.
"Yeah, yeah, it’s only him, Brother Yang, you all have so many people. Just spit on him, and you could drown him. I really don’t need to worry at all," Ye Ming flattered.
"Good to know!" Yang Yang patted Ye Ming’s shoulder, jumped down from the car hood, and shouted, "Brothers, let’s get to work!"
The group perked up.
This wasn’t a brawl; it was just a dozen against one, an overwhelming force. What was there to fear?
At this point, Ye Ming also yelled, "Thanks, brothers. After this, dinner’s on at the restaurant!"
"Hehe, that sounds great."
"Just one person, knock him down, stamp a few tis, even the toughest guy will lose his temper."
"Really easy!"
The group moved towards Fang Yi.
Yang Yang, however, said, "Send a few people out to prevent that kid from escaping!" He was cautious.
However, Yang Yang’s worry was unnecessary. When the dozen approached, the man didn’t show any intention of fleeing but instead walked straight toward them.
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