Chapter 17: Brother Long of the Streets—Bold Actions and Even Bolder Words

A quasi-special-class enforcer? Chen Yang did not immediately refuse Gongsun Lvyue; instead, he feigned surprise. Beside him, Yin Tianxue was utterly astonished. As an enforcer of the Martial Arts Association herself, she knew all too well what being a quasi-special-class enforcer meant.

The Martial Arts Association’s enforcers were divided into six ranks, from lowest to highest: Level 4, Level 3, Level 2, Level 1, quasi-special-class, and finally, special-class. There were only two special-class enforcers, known as the Right and Left Guardians. These two held authority second only to President Gongsun—truly, one below the president, above all others. That was the structure of the Martial Arts Association.

“Master, although he’s a young grandmaster, he’s still very inexperienced. Isn’t it inappropriate to start him as a quasi-special-class?” Yin Tianxue was both bewildered and a little envious. After all her years of struggle, she had only managed to reach Level 3, but Chen Yang, newly arrived, could be appointed quasi-special-class. Comparing oneself to others was infuriating.

Yet, Chen Yang’s next words nearly made Yin Tianxue explode with rage.

Chen Yang spoke calmly, “I thought you’d make me vice president. Didn’t expect it was just an enforcer. If that’s all, I’m not interested.” As he said this, he rose to leave.

In the next instant, a shadow flashed and blocked his path—it was Gongsun Lvyue herself.

Chen Yang was startled: such speed, nearly slipping past my sensory probe. This woman truly is formidable. With just one movement, Chen Yang deduced that, at his current strength, a battle with Madam Gongsun would be difficult; most likely a hard-fought struggle. After all, he had just been reborn, and his cultivation was still weak.

If he entered the Foundation Establishment realm, neither Madam Gongsun nor the Martial Arts Association would matter to him. He would pay them no heed.

But a wise man avoids suffering before his eyes; Chen Yang chose to bide his time. He smiled lightly and teased, “So, I refuse and you won’t let me leave? Well, the scenery here is nice, the food and drink are good, and I have two beautiful women for company—quite carefree and delightful!”

“Chen Yang, how dare you be so presumptuous toward my master!” Yin Tianxue bristled with anger.

Gongsun Lvyue laughed, “You rascal, you’re truly amusing. I’ll give you time to consider, but you must decide soon, because…” Her expression suddenly turned serious. “Because the Chu family has decided to deal with you. And, by the way, Chu Feng’s elder brother has already entered the grandmaster realm.”

Having said this, Gongsun Lvyue stepped aside.

Chen Yang scoffed, “I’ve said before, this is my personal vendetta. I’ll settle it myself.”

With those words, Chen Yang strode away. Though he seemed to walk slowly, after only a few steps, his figure vanished.

The Earth-shrinking technique?

“He’s an interesting young man!” Gongsun Lvyue’s lips curled.

“Master, you just let him go like that?” Yin Tianxue frowned.

Gongsun Lvyue replied earnestly, “Chen Yang is a genius. Born in Yunzhou, he’s destined to become one of the region’s top powers. Unless absolutely necessary, it’s best not to make an enemy of him. Besides…” She glanced at Yin Tianxue and changed her tone, “Even if I went all out, I might not be able to keep him here.”

Yin Tianxue was stunned. “How can that be? Chen Yang may be a young grandmaster, but you’re the strongest in Yunzhou!”

Gongsun Lvyue spoke calmly, “So-called ‘strongest in Yunzhou’ is but an empty title. There are many masters stronger than me.”

She continued, “In short, Chen Yang’s potential is tremendous—not only in Yunzhou, but he could even rank among the top ten in Jiangnan. We need to cultivate him, make him our ally.”

Yin Tianxue smiled bitterly. “But he doesn’t even care about the special-class position. Without greater benefits, it will be hard to persuade him.”

“We’ll see how things develop.” Gongsun Lvyue sighed as well.

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Elsewhere, Chen Yang had already arrived at a car dealership, spent a little over a hundred thousand, and casually bought a Volkswagen for daily use. For now, he couldn’t fly through the air, so he had to rely on a car. As for whether the car was expensive or impressive, Chen Yang paid no mind.

But unexpectedly, as soon as his new car hit the road, driving straight along, he collided with a turning luxury Bentley.

“Just bought a new car and already got into an accident?” Chen Yang was speechless.

The Bentley owner, however, stormed over in a fury, cursing at Chen Yang, “Damn it, are you blind? Driving that shabby Volkswagen, you dare hit my Bentley? Get out of the car! Get out!”

The man was around thirty, with a face full of coarse features, an aggressive look, arms covered in tattoos—clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Soon, a young woman stepped out of the Bentley and walked over.

“What a hassle,” Chen Yang muttered with a wry smile. He really didn’t want to waste time on such trivial matters.

Because Chen Yang didn’t get out of the car, the tattooed man assumed he was frightened and dared not step outside. His curses grew even more vicious. “You little punk, get out of the car! I’ll show you what happens when you mess with me!”

Not just verbal abuse, he even began smashing the car. Chen Yang’s rearview mirror and windshield were completely destroyed—a miserable sight.

“Courting death?” Chen Yang’s expression darkened as he slowly got out.

Seeing him step out, the tattooed man immediately walked up, pointing at Chen Yang and taunting, “So you finally got out, you bastard? Do you know how much my Bentley is worth?”

Chen Yang said nothing.

The tattooed man barked, “Listen up, I’m Brother Long from Yunshan. If you know what’s good for you, pay me a hundred thousand and we’ll call it even. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make your life hell!”

Chen Yang wasn’t short of money, but the only compensation he’d accept was burning the cash for the other party.

“Turning vehicles must yield to straight traffic—don’t you know the rules?” Chen Yang said coldly.

“Cut the crap! If you don’t pay up, I’ll smash your car to pieces!” Brother Long sneered; traffic rules meant nothing to him.

Chen Yang was exasperated—he didn’t want to dirty his hands dealing with such scum.

Just then, the girl beside Brother Long suddenly spoke, “You... are you Chen Yang?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang shifted his attention to her. She did look familiar, but with heavy makeup, he couldn’t place her immediately.

“You don’t recognize me? I’m He Xiaoyu!” she said again.

He Xiaoyu? The campus belle, He Xiaoyu?

They had once been classmates, a brief youthful encounter, some small stories between them. So Chen Yang soon remembered.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Brother Long glanced at He Xiaoyu. “You bitch! You eat my food, live in my house, can’t even please me in bed, and now you dare flirt with this pretty boy right in front of me? Trying to die, are you?”

He grabbed He Xiaoyu’s hair. “Don’t forget, you’re my woman!”

“Ah…” He Xiaoyu’s tears streamed down. “No, don’t, you’re hurting me!”

Seeing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly—not out of sympathy for He Xiaoyu, but because he hadn’t expected the former beauty queen to become a man’s plaything. What had happened?

Chen Yang wasn’t interested in the details; he found it quite normal. Women follow whoever has money—that’s the way of the world.

Brother Long shoved He Xiaoyu aside and turned his attention back to Chen Yang. “Kid, you’ve got guts, daring to flirt with my woman! Now it’s not just a hundred thousand—without three hundred thousand, you’re not leaving today!”

He Xiaoyu sobbed on the ground. Chen Yang didn’t spare her a glance; such women deserved their fate.

Staring at Brother Long, Chen Yang said coldly, “If I were you, I wouldn’t bark here. Turn around and leave now, and nothing will happen.”

“Ha, well, look at this! Didn’t expect you’d be tough, huh? Fine, I’ll loosen your bones for you, so you know what Brother Long of Yunshan can do!”

Brother Long threw a heavy punch at Chen Yang’s face.

Chen Yang smiled silently and caught his wrist with ease.

From that moment, Brother Long’s so-called iron fist could not budge another inch.