Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 100: The God You Can’t Afford to Offend

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The God You Can’t Afford to Offend

Yang Hui picked up a glass of premium Hennessy, flashed Lin Zifeng a slight smile, then drained it in one gulp and said, "Let bygones be bygones. It’s truly not easy for us to meet again like this..." Yang Hui had the air of a perfect gentleman.

However, Lin Zifeng felt that this guy had become even deeper than before.

Lin Zifeng also took a glass of Hennessy, which must cost at least three thousand a bottle! To be honest, Lin Zifeng hadn’t really drunk this overseas, unlike these rich second generations who, relying on their wealthy dads, see squandering as their only support in life.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Wang Jun started clinking glasses with a few female classmates who were fairly good-looking. Everyone quickly blended together, except for Lin Zifeng who didn’t quite fit in. They greeted each other and shared their work experiences over the years.

Lin Zifeng even felt that this class reunion was tinged with a strong smell of gunpowder. What should have been a pleasant gathering turned into an opportunity for some to show off. It seemed Lin Zifeng really shouldn’t have come.

Had he known his classmates were still like this, he’d have been better off sleeping soundly at home.

Being able to gather again felt like time had passed and space had shifted; it was as if he was suddenly overlapping with certain scenes from his profligate high school days. Four or five years had passed since graduation; everyone was now in their mid-twenties, some had married, and even two had become parents.

Once passionate and aspirational, everyone had held grand ideals, but in the face of real life, they were all pressed down by the overwhelming pressure of reality.

After a few years of struggle, some were successful, while others were not.

At the dinner table, several old classmates boasted about how well they had fared these years, either rising to a managerial position or marrying the daughter of some bank executive.

Then there were those classmates whose lives hadn’t gone as well, who sat silently with their heads down, quietly observing the boasters.

Over the years, most people hadn’t fared too well, to the point that a few of the men, emboldened by alcohol, broke into tears while chatting with old friends, cursing their overly harsh bosses and their far from perfect families.

Under the pressure of real life, they abandoned all the so-called ideals of their youthful days, toiling just to provide a better life for their families. Many times, sweating it out, they would imagine their youthful dreams only to smile wryly at the bitterness of reality.

In the face of reality, all had to bow their heads.

Five years! Five years! It seemed a mistake to have returned after five years, as he simply didn’t fit in with these people, the generation gap too great. Only Wang Jun could still hold a conversation with him. Thinking about it now, Lin Zifeng felt even more detached, like strangers passing by, deepening the sense of melancholy in his heart.

"Lin Zifeng, tell us, what have you been up to these five years? With your fair face, could it be some rich lady is keeping you?"

At this point, one classmate who seemed to have drunk too much, overwhelmed by the pressures of life and gasping for air, took the opportunity to unleash his drunken frenzy, but the only person he could unleash it on was probably Lin Zifeng. Sitting at the table, Lin Zifeng simply ignored him and continued to drink at his own pace, which embarrassed the other classmate. The guy he used to bully like a dog now dared to show attitude in front of him!

Back in high school, he never even took Lin Zifeng seriously, considering him nothing more than a punching bag. In those days of our enduring youth, it was also one of the darkest periods in Lin Zifeng’s life.

However, five years had passed, and this old classmate still looked down on Lin Zifeng, his tone obviously mocking. Lin Zifeng didn’t want to start trouble or even acknowledge him, showing tolerance just to give him a platform to show off; that wasn’t something Lin Zifeng would do.

"I’m saying, Lin Zifeng, what’s the meaning of this, huh? Do you think you’re better than me? I’ve offered you a toast, and you won’t even reciprocate?"

Lin Zifeng looked at him coldly amidst his drunken antics, not saying a word.

That classmate was clearly drunk, and together with the dissatisfaction of his life, recollecting his once impressive status on campus, he couldn’t face the fact of his current state. Perhaps it was the sight of other classmates progressing and prospering that left him in a bad mood. What he hadn’t anticipated was Lin Zifeng, the ’wimp’ of his eyes from before, actually ignoring him now?

"Sorry, I don’t like toasting with ulterior motives," Lin Zifeng replied simply.

Suddenly, the classmate’s face underwent an extreme change in color. The other classmates around also witnessed the scene, and immediately he felt a burning sensation on his face, for he was someone who valued his image, especially in front of someone who was seen as a coward in everyone’s eyes. Although Lin Zifeng had changed now, deep down, most still looked down on him, not for anything else, but because everyone could tell from Lin Zifeng’s family background.

"You’ll have to drink this whether you like it or not!" His eyes glared as he roared at Lin Zifeng before downing the drink in one gulp, but Lin Zifeng still ignored him.

That made him very angry. With his naturally explosive temper, how could he tolerate such a loss of face?

He immediately grabbed the bottle and aimed it at Lin Zifeng’s head. Of course! He had some control over how hard he swung, since causing a death would be bad. However, before the bottle even reached him, Lin Zifeng’s figure suddenly vanished, like a tornado rushing in front of him, and then, to his horror, a large and powerful hand gripped his neck like a steel vice!

Lin Zifeng’s eyes were cold and sharp, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. A flash of killing intent passed through his eyes, startling Wang Lin into a daze! Holding the bottle, Wang Lin didn’t know what to do next. Lin Zifeng said indifferently, "If you’re really trying to use my patience to show off your ’acting cool’, then I’m sorry, but the person you once offended is now a god you can’t afford to mess with! Don’t look at everyone with that old perspective that sees only three feet in front of you. Please respect every former classmate here, including me!"

As Lin Zifeng spoke, his face was almost touching Wang Lin’s. He didn’t want to make a scene and only intended to remind Wang Lin not to overdo his bluster.

"You...! You," Wang Lin, with wide eyes, could hardly believe it. The one he had tormented like a dog years ago had changed so much in temperament after five years. What surprised him even more was the grip of Lin Zifeng’s hand on his arm, which was becoming increasingly stronger, to the point where Wang Lin’s arm bones began to creak. Especially Lin Zifeng’s dark, sinister gaze was as if it came from hell—ferocious, brutal, heartless, grim—various emotions flickered in Lin Zifeng’s eyes.

Wang Lin was starting to get really scared.

At this moment, seeing the scene between Lin Zifeng and Wang Lin, a fellow classmate who didn’t understand what was happening hurried over to ask what was going on.

But Lin Zifeng, nonchalantly tapping the stunned and motionless Wang Lin on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Brother Wang is just arm-wrestling with me to see how much stronger we’ve gotten over the years."

Seeing that the two of them were fine, the others didn’t pay much attention. After all, these classmates hadn’t seen each other for years—who had time to care about them?

...

"Huahua, make sure you don’t drink at the party, okay? Absolutely don’t drink. There must be an ulterior motive for Young Master Ye inviting us this time, so you mustn’t drink, or it’ll just add to the chaos."

After Lin Zifeng left, Meng Youjing drove Nangong Bing’s supercar Lamborghini, speeding all the way, attracting countless envious and hateful glances.

"I know, I know, Sister Meng, why have you become so annoying today? You weren’t like this when we were invited before," Hua Buqi complained while she primped.

"For some reason, I feel uneasy about this invitation today, like something is going to happen. When we were sponsored and invited before, I didn’t care about it. But I’ve heard that this Young Master of the Ye Family is a very mysterious guy, who seems to have just returned to the country. You can’t even find his name in the entertainment industry here, let alone his past scandals. So, it’s better to be safe than sorry. If he invites you to drink later, you absolutely must not drink. Got it?"

Meng Youjing, well aware of the darkness in the entertainment industry, knew that many stars had been defeated at banquets before even debuting. So they had to accept the invite since it seemed like a collaboration with their company. Regardless of personal interests, the company side also needed to be addressed.

"If it really comes down to it, you call ’that guy’ from our place."

When she mentioned ’that guy’ from their place, Hua Buqi’s tone softened significantly. Could this be considered ’ours’? What would Lin Zifeng think if he heard this?

"Huahua, listen to me. If he insists on making you drink, don’t do it. If you genuinely can’t handle it, I’ll call ’that guy’ over, and you have to figure out a way to stall him, okay?"

"Don’t worry, Sister Meng, look at you today."

"Mm, now I’m relieved."

...

After driving for a few minutes, the two arrived at a renowned commercial leisure clubhouse in Zhonghai City. Looking up at the towering skyscraper, at least dozens of stories high, they entered the clubhouse where uniformed black-clad bodyguards stood outside, each full of energy, wearing professional earpieces and sunglasses. Meng Youjing’s sharp intuition told her that this Young Master Ye was definitely someone extraordinary. To have such a grand presence in a super-luxurious clubhouse in Zhonghai City proved his background. Unfortunately, this person had been abroad all this time, and no information could be found about him domestically.