Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law
Chapter 411: The Strong Are Respected

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: The Strong Are Respected

Several minutes later, Yang Gang and his friends arrived at the entrance of Guanchao Pavilion, immediately spotting over a dozen security personnel sprawled on the ground, wailing in pain.

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance, reveling in the chaos with schadenfreude.

Yang Gang was instantly infuriated and cursed without even looking, "Who’s the blind dog messing with our turf? Get out here, or I’ll break your damned legs!"

"Yeah, come out already!"

"You’ll see how tough our Bro Gang is!"

The rich youths behind him echoed in agreement.

"Who’s talking about breaking my legs?"

The crowd parted, and a young man pushing a wheelchair made his way out.

When Yang Gang got a clear look at the man’s face, he turned deathly pale.

"Biao... Brother Biao?!"

The man in front of him was none other than Hu Biao, and seated in the wheelchair was his sister, Hu Wenwen!

Last time at Huai City University, Hu Wenwen’s cultivation was crippled by Chen Xuan, severely damaging her foundation. She had been confined to a wheelchair for over half a month and still couldn’t get up.

Today, Hu Wenwen suddenly expressed her desire to dine at Guanchao Pavilion, so Hu Biao brought her along. The security personnel who tried to stop them were the ones beaten by Hu Biao’s men.

Yang Gang had begun with an air of arrogance, but the sight of Hu Biao suddenly made him crumble.

After all, Hu Biao’s father, Hu Zhenyuan, was the head of the entire Nanjiang Martial Alliance—not something their Yang Family’s Erlang Fist could compare with.

With just a word, the other party could kick the Yang Family out of the Martial Alliance and even make it impossible for them to get by in Qiantang.

But that wasn’t all. What mattered more was that Hu Biao, standing right before him, was a renowned Martial Arts Genius within the Nanjiang Martial Arts Circle, reaching the realm of a Half-step Grandmaster before the age of thirty!

Indeed, it wasn’t necessary to involve the Nanjiang Martial Alliance at all; Hu Biao alone was more than enough to annihilate the entire Yang Family’s Erlang Fist!

"Was it you who said you’d break my legs?" Hu Biao’s gaze was frosty as he looked at Yang Gang.

Before Yang Gang could open his mouth, those rich youths behind him began to shout, "Right, it was our Bro Gang who said it!"

"You’d better scram now, or else you’ll see that our Bro Gang’s Erlang Fist isn’t just for show!"

Yang Gang wanted to die right then and there.

He could only boast about the prowess of their Yang Family’s Erlang Fist in front of these clueless outsiders. In front of a master like Hu Biao, he didn’t dare to show off; it was no different from courting death!

"Shut up, all of you!" roared Yang Gang. "This is the son of the Head of the Nanjiang Martial Alliance, the Half-step Grandmaster Hu Biao! Dare to be arrogant in front of Brother Biao, and you ask to die?!"

"Head’s son? Half-step Grandmaster?" The crowd was shocked.

They were people from the upper circles and naturally knew what the Nanjiang Martial Alliance meant—a force that absolutely towered over the wealthy.

And to mention a Half-step Grandmaster! The cultivation level of a Grandmaster was, after all, the highest; this meant that Hu Biao was only half a step away from becoming a Grandmaster himself!

An existence that could stand shoulder to shoulder with a Grandmaster was definitely not someone that ordinary rich youths could afford to provoke!

The people who were arrogant just a second ago became silent.

Yang Gang barked at them, "What are you staring at? Apologize to Brother Biao this instant!"

However, before those rich youths could utter a word, Hu Wenwen in the wheelchair spoke up first.

"Apologize for what! Do you think you can settle bumping into someone from the Hu Family with a mere apology? Do you think the Hu Family is that easy to mess with?"

Yang Gang was astonished. "What does Miss Hu suggest, then?"

Hu Wenwen’s reply was blunt, "Three slaps for each person; consider yourselves lucky!"

"What..." Yang Gang was dumbfounded.

Everyone else was frozen in place too.

They had only uttered a few words of discontent earlier, and now they were to receive three slaps each—the punishment seemed excessively harsh!

Furthermore, it was the other party who hit their people first and intruded on their territory.

They were at fault to begin with, and now they’re slapping them in the face? The Nanjiang Martial Alliance’s actions are a bit too arrogant, aren’t they?

Even Yang Gang couldn’t stand it anymore.

After all, he was the leader of this group of people and had boasted quite a bit before. If he watched his friends get beaten without daring to say a word, how could he ever show his face in this circle again?

"Miss Hu, Brother Biao, I am a descendant of the Yang Family’s Erlang Fist, and our Yang Family is also a senior member of the Nanjiang Martial Alliance."

"Indeed, it was our oversight that we offended both of you today. However, could you possibly give me some face and let today’s matter slide?"

Yang Gang’s face was all smiles as he spoke, his posture could be described as extremely low.

After hearing this, Hu Wenwen let out a cold snort, "Let it slide? Haha... let it slide."

The crowd was confounded by Hu Wenwen’s laughter, unsure of what she meant.

At that moment, Hu Wenwen beckoned Yang Gang with her hand, signaling him to come closer to talk.

Yang Gang hesitated for a moment but ultimately moved closer to her.

Just as he had gotten close,

Slap!

Hu Wenwen suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face!

"Yang Family’s Erlang Fist? What trash, you think you deserve face from us!" Hu Wenwen roared.

Yang Gang was stunned by the slap, and rage rose within him like a raging fire.

In front of so many friends, she had not only slapped him but also showed such contempt for the Erlang Fist, which the Yang Family took pride in.

This was the ultimate humiliation!

It was as if his dignity was unceremoniously trampled underfoot!

Yang Gang was furious, his fists clenched tight, his eyes bloodshot.

Sensing the murderous intent emanating from Yang Gang, Hu Wenwen’s lips curled into a scornful sneer.

"What, you want to hit me? Come on then! Take your best shot, you idiot!"

Yang Gang stood frozen on the spot, not daring to strike.

Hu Wenwen was even more arrogant, striking again.

Slap! Slap!

Hu Wenwen raised her hand and struck Yang Gang’s face with two more heavy slaps, making his face swell up.

At that moment, Yang Gang felt an unprecedented humiliation!

A woman in a wheelchair was trampling on his dignity at will!

Yang Gang had the urge to kill!

He wished he could tear this detestable woman to pieces, skin her and pull out her tendons!

Yet in the end, Yang Gang still held back.

Because he was well aware of the other party’s clout.

Forget killing her, he probably wouldn’t have even touched her before being brought down by Hu Biao!

By then, not only him, but the entire Yang Family would likely have to bear the wrath and retaliation of the Nanjiang Martial Alliance!

No matter how angry Yang Gang was, he didn’t dare bring such trouble upon his family.

The strong are revered, that is the law of martial arts!

In the end, Yang Gang had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Seeing Yang Gang’s dejected appearance, unable to fight back or retort, Hu Wenwen’s face was filled with mockery, "Trash!"