Chapter 465: Chapter 464: Snort at it
He had to be wary of not only him but also the group of people behind him.
"Then what exactly will it take for you to help me?" the man in black bit his teeth, agreeing painfully.
"First tell me, where is your Young Family Head?"
"How would I know?" the man in black said helplessly.
Though the villa was said to belong to their young master, it was protected very tightly, and they had no idea where the young master was.
Yang Yifeng’s eyes flickered, and a cold smile lifted at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems your young master doesn’t wish to show his face."
"Young Master Yang, that’s not what I mean. My family head simply doesn’t want you to see him for the moment, it’s not that he doesn’t want you to see him." The man in black hurriedly explained.
Yang Yifeng waved his hand, ignoring him.
Seeing Yang Yifeng’s response, the man in black was so angry that he stomped his foot, but he didn’t dare to lash out.
"Young Master Yang, please follow me." The man in black led Yang Yifeng through a door, pushed it open, and before their eyes was a spacious hall.
On the sofa in the hall, two middle-aged men dressed in suits and leather shoes, both fairly handsome and exuding a sharp aura, were leisurely drinking coffee.
One of the men was the young master the man in black had mentioned.
Yang Yifeng swept a glance over the two men, without a hint of politeness. He went straight to the point, "Where is your family head? I need to see him."
Seeing this, the man in black quickly leaned over and whispered.
Though the man in black’s voice was low, Yang Yifeng still heard it clearly.
The man in black relayed Yang Yifeng’s exact words to their family head.
The two middle-aged men’s expressions changed instantly, their faces flushed with intense anger, especially the man sitting on the sofa.
At this moment, his temples bulged, appearing very irritable, and his whole body radiated a morose aura.
This Yang Yifeng, truly oblivious to the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, actually dared to address him by name?!
Yang Yifeng’s gaze shifted to them, noticed their complexions were amiss, yet he did not ask further.
He knew these people were all bullyable cowards who only needed a show of strength to become immediately subdued.
"You said they are requesting to see your family head?" The man in black asked the family head.
The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa sipping coffee nodded his head, his eyes full of viciousness and displeasure, "This damned bastard is getting more and more arrogant. Didn’t he say he didn’t want to see anyone? Why did you still bring this little bastard in?"
"I’m sorry, I didn’t expect this kid to be so defiant, he..."
"Smack!"
Before the man in black could finish, he was violently slapped and sent flying into the wall by their family head, producing a harsh, loud noise, with blood flowing down from the corner of his mouth.
"You useless piece of trash, what’s the point of keeping you?" the family head of the man in black cursed in rage.
Prostrate on the ground, the man in black did not dare make a sound.
He was quite familiar with the family head’s temper.
"Get lost, and starting tomorrow, you no longer need to be our bodyguard."
"No! I can’t lose my job; what about my family?" the man in black was terrified.
The family head used to like him very much; if he was to be thrown away, he would genuinely have no livelihood.
The man in black quickly grabbed hold of the family head’s trouser leg.
"Hmph, don’t worry, with your current level, you’re simply not up to the task anyway. I’ll naturally assign someone more capable to replace you."
"That won’t do, family head, you can’t be this cruel! I’ve served as a bodyguard for so long; I can’t leave... please, keep me, else I really won’t be able to survive..."
"Useless waste, you can’t even handle this trivial matter! If you continue to stay by my side, you’ll only bring me trouble!"
"I won’t!"
The man in black clung desperately to the family head’s trouser leg, refusing to let go.
Yang Yifeng stood aside, watching with disgust, "Since your family head isn’t willing to see me, I’ll take my leave first."
"Yang Yifeng, you can’t go." The man in black immediately blocked Yang Yifeng’s way, his eyes round with fury as he glared at Yang Yifeng.
"What right do you have to block my way?" A cold light shone in Yang Yifeng’s eyes, filled with killing intent.
He did not like threats from others.
But this man had indeed angered him.
"Yang Yifeng, I beg you, don’t go. Whatever amount of money you want, we’ll give it to you. Please don’t fire me." The man in black knelt on the ground, pleading.
He’d had to move heaven and earth to get his position, and he couldn’t accept such an easy failure.
Yang Yifeng’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, a deep loathing welling up in his eyes, "I’m not short on money."
Indeed, Yang Yifeng was not lacking in funds, but he just wanted to torment the man in black.
"Then..." The man in black couldn’t figure it out; if he was not short on money, why would he still seek out their Family Head’s son?
"I’m not short on money, but I just want to see what special predilections your Family Head’s son might have?"
"You..." The man in black trembled with anger but was powerless against Yang Yifeng, and could only step aside to make way.
Yang Yifeng turned and walked out, taking a few steps before turning back, his gaze as icy and frosty as ever, "Remember, today’s humiliation, I will return it tenfold in the future!"
"You..." The man in black bit his lip.
He knew that Yang Yifeng’s words were not merely to alarm, as this time they had thoroughly kicked an iron plate.
But in order to retain his job, he could only swallow his humiliation; after all, one must bow their head under another’s roof.
"You go out first."
The Family Head spoke.
The man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quickly left.
"Family Head, are you really not planning to meet him?" The middle-aged man was puzzled.
"You don’t understand," the Family Head’s eyes gleamed with depth and cunning.
"How could I not understand? I just don’t see how this youngster is so exceptional that our Family Head has to deal with him personally?"
"Don’t ask any more," the man in black said, his face darkening. He didn’t want to talk about this, but couldn’t help adding, "I told him the secret of our Family Head’s son, and he still insisted on coming. And, I could tell he might have already guessed who your master is."
"Guessed it? Impossible! How would he know?" The middle-aged man was startled, a shock flashing in his eyes.
The man in black sighed, "The Family Head won’t let me tell you."
"Then you shouldn’t have reminded him."
"Isn’t this for his own good?"
...
After the man in black left, the middle-aged man hurried to the bedroom.
"Family Head, it’s not good, Yang Yifeng has already left."
Not far after the man in black had gone, he heard the shout of their Family Head, and his body froze, sweat pouring down his body, he trembled all over, his face turning white as paper.
"What? He actually left?!"
"Yes, I even ran over to tell him your whereabouts, but he still left!"
"He... he dares to be so audacious, ignoring my words! He clearly doesn’t take me seriously at all!" The middle-aged man’s face turned ashen, fists creaking, filled with rage, while his eyes brimmed with intense murderous intent and hatred.
"Family Head, calm down, let’s not stoop to the level of an ignorant youngster, he’s not worth it."
"But, Family Head, that youngster is a master. If you lay a finger on him, we might all lose our lives!"
The man in black shuddered, his face ashen, looking utterly terrified, as if he were just a normal bodyguard.
"Don’t worry, no matter how powerful he is, can he withstand my swordsmanship?" The middle-aged man’s face was full of arrogance, his eyes sparkling.
The middle-aged man walked out the door and, looking up, saw Yang Yifeng heading to the exit, about to leave.
The middle-aged man paused, a flicker of panic crossing his face, then immediately stepped forward.
"Young man, please wait!" The middle-aged man blocked Yang Yifeng’s path.
"Hmm? Is there something else?" Yang Yifeng glanced coldly at the middle-aged man, his eyes emitting a chilling coldness.
The middle-aged man swallowed, "Young Master Yang, where are you off to? Let me escort you."
"No need, I have my own car."
Yang Yifeng waved his hand and turned to leave.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man’s expression changed drastically, "Young Master Yang, it was because I found you handsome that I took the initiative to offer you a ride, how can you refuse me?"
Yang Yifeng stopped his steps, turned his head, his eyes flickering with a hint of mockery.
"I don’t know you."
"I am the leader of the Black Guard, Black Panther. My name is Black Panther, and if you don’t recognize me, that would really be unfortunate."
"Oh, so you are Black Panther. No wonder you’re so arrogant and domineering."
"Heh, believe it or not, I indeed have the capital to be arrogant and domineering."
Yang Yifeng snorted with laughter.
