Chapter 43: Li Chen VS Xia Yang
Chapter Forty-Three: Li Chen vs. Xia Yang
Just as Qing Tian thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Xia Yang pick up his mobile phone to answer a call. After saying something, he suddenly threw the phone in a fit of rage, shattering it into pieces.
Qing Tian cried out, “Oh no, something big has happened!”
Song Shishi grabbed Qing Tian and signaled with her eyes, “Don’t go in, you’ll only be a burden to him!”
Qing Tian seemed to understand and her legs, which had been about to move, froze in place.
She saw Xia Yang standing still, and uneasily asked Song Shishi, “Are you sure you’re not going in?”
Song Shishi appeared completely unconcerned and indifferent. She looked at Qing Tian in surprise and asked, “Don’t you know why Xia Yang has such status at First High School?”
Qing Tian shook her head. She had always been indifferent to such matters, let alone those famous for fighting.
She had heard rumors, but this was indeed the first time she had witnessed such a scene firsthand.
The door of the factory was pushed open forcefully, and with a clang, it was slammed directly onto the ground.
Xia Yang, Qing Tian, and Song Shishi all turned their gazes in unison towards the source of the sound. They were momentarily stunned at the sight of the approaching figures.
What a powerful aura. A total of ten people arrived, each carrying an incredibly large iron rod, all wearing black leather jackets and sunglasses as dark as ink. They circled Xia Yang on their heavy motorcycles.
Xia Yang stood still, watching the people on their bikes circle him and say something. As if by agreement, on the tenth lap, they all simultaneously swung their iron rods to smash at Xia Yang. In that instant, Xia Yang squatted and leaped, forcefully stepping on the iron rods, then followed with a backflip and a phantom kick, sending five of them to the ground. These men were not to be trifled with; as soon as they fell, they immediately sprang back up and charged towards Xia Yang as one, their iron rods aimed at the same target, rushing forward with unified direction. Facing these specially trained assassins, Xia Yang had no idea what was going on; he didn’t even know why this fight had started today.
The five men simultaneously and in unison raised their iron rods to strike at Xia Yang. The body parts they targeted were not the same. Xia Yang realized that this was not just a declaration of war, but a clear intent to kill him.
He, Xia Yang, was not someone to be easily bullied, nor was he someone who had never seen a major confrontation. These people were underestimating him far too much.
His leaping ability was far more ferocious than rumored. A smile curved his lips. With a simple, light leap, he soared over their heads. Then, as if following a procedure, he stepped on each of their heads one by one, hooking his left foot under one’s chin and his right foot at the back of another’s head. He then skillfully twisted their heads. In mere seconds, those five men lay motionless on the ground.
As those men fell, they formed a circle, and Xia Yang stood right in the center, sneering at the person wearing deep brown leather boots.
As the situation began to turn, the motorcyclists stopped their bikes, their hands itching for a fight.
Xia Yang didn’t care anymore. Everyone inside wore black sunglasses and deep black leather jackets. Only one person wore deep brown leather boots. He guessed that person was the mastermind behind this.
He reached up and brushed his hair back, lightly tracing his nose with his thumb. Then, with his right hand, he made a gun gesture towards the person in the deep brown boots and coolly and handsomely mimed, “Bang…”
After speaking, he blew on his fingertip.
The eyes of the people on the other side, hidden beneath their sunglasses, blazed with an immense fire, as if they were about to devour Xia Yang in the next moment.
The owner of the deep brown boots mirrored Xia Yang’s gesture towards him and said, “Black Eagle, long time no see. Ever since I lost to you last time, I’ve been thinking about it, I can’t forget it!”
Xia Yang put his hands in his pockets, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke. After completing this series of actions, he smiled and asked, “I wonder what you’ve been thinking about me for? White Tiger…”
The person called White Tiger was none other than Li Chen, whom Song Shishi had mentioned. Those in the underworld had their own nicknames, and Black Eagle was indeed a name that struck fear into people’s hearts.
Li Chen took off his sunglasses and also pulled out a cigarette, immediately lighting it. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke towards Xia Yang and sneered, “Hehehehe… Black Eagle, do you remember what I told you three years ago? One day, I will have my revenge!”
Upon hearing this, Xia Yang fiercely threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot. Looking at the extinguished butt, he muttered to himself, “People are like this cigarette; once extinguished, they can never return to their original state! And you are just the same. I advise you not to do any more futile things.”
After hearing Xia Yang’s words, Li Chen was completely enraged. He flicked the ash off his cigarette and roared at Xia Yang, “I’d like to see if I can go back!”
He then shouted to the four subordinates, “Go…”
Xia Yang watched the people charging towards him, calmly bending down to pick up an iron rod, resting it on his shoulder as he waited for them to approach.
Through the factory window outside, Qing Tian watched this scene, her heart in her throat. So this was how Xia Yang lived…
