God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 273 - 293, Fatty Meets Fatty (10th update)

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All the way there, Fang Yi got a good amount of "tax" taken by Song Wuliang, so after parking his bike, Fang Yi landed a punch on Song Fatty’s face.

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Song Wuliang covered his left eye and said, "Damn it, are you even a brother? Why so harsh with your hits?"

Fang Yi cast him a sidelong glance and asked, "Tell me, are you into dudes or what?"

Song Wuliang immediately swore to the heavens, "I swear, I only like women, not men..."

Fang Yi said, "Okay, there’s a power pole over there, go hump it a few times and I’ll believe you."

Song Wuliang: "..."

At this moment, the two had arrived outside the clubhouse.

The clubhouse was luxurious and resplendent, built like a small palace aglow with golden light. All the lights were gold, bathing the entire building in a glorious radiance.

Right now, Fang Yi and his friend were just outside, still not having gone in, because entry required an invitation, so Fang Yi made a call to Ying Fatty to come out and meet them.

The name of the clubhouse was ’Golden Splendor.’ Song Wuliang looked at the magnificent edifice and remarked, "Tsk tsk, truly fitting for one of the richest in Moon City, opening such an imposing clubhouse. Golden Splendor indeed; it’s decided, someday I’ll open a place like this, but even bigger."

"Do you have the funds?" Fang Yi delivered a timely blow to his ego.

"Uh... once I come out of the military and take over the family business, I’ll have money," Song Wuliang said, sounding very much like a spoiled heir. Fang Yi wondered if old man Song would really let Song Wuliang take over the Song family, and if he did, whether he might squander it all away.

But if he really managed to squander the entire Song family fortunes, that would still be pretty impressive for the Fatty.

While they waited outside, cars came and went in the distance, pulling up to hand over invitations before being allowed through.

Meanwhile, a BMW X7 rolled up, not directly passing by, but stopping right in front of them.

The car window slid down, and the driver whistled.

"Hey, if it isn’t the famous Fang Yi, surprised to see you out here catching the cold, what a shocker," Lin Yuanchen said with a scornful look and a biting tone.

Besides Lin Yuanchen, there was also his elder brother, Lin Yuanhao – the two were almost always together.

Fang Yi wasn’t angry; he saw no point in getting worked up over someone like this.

Song Wuliang, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back, "Damn! Lin Yuanchen, acting all high and mighty, why don’t you come down and fight if you’re so tough?"

Moving in the same circles, Lin Yuanchen well knew Song Wuliang’s reputation. It wasn’t that he feared the Fatty, but he simply couldn’t be bothered to entangle with someone so shameless.

"Song Wuliang, what’s so great about you? Standing here with this guy in the cold, think you’re tough?" Lin Yuanchen mocked.

"I like it; got a problem with that? If you’re pissed, come down and fight, I’ll take you down from behind," Song Wuliang’s words were vicious indeed. Talking trash, the Fatty was definitely a pro.

Lin Yuanchen’s proud face flushed with aggression, but he clearly didn’t want to engage in a fight with Song Wuliang, simply commenting, "Vulgar," before raising the car window and driving into the clubhouse courtyard.

"Don’t hold me back, let go! I have to beat the hell out of that guy," Song Wuliang yelled, looking like he was ready to rush over and start a fight.

"...I’m not holding you back," Fang Yi said.

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Song Fatty simmered down.

After waiting a while longer, Ying Zheng still hadn’t come out, and Song Fatty couldn’t contain himself, "Do you think Ying Zheng stood us up? Why isn’t he coming out? We’re really getting left out here in the cold."

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Fang Yi’s patience was good; he laughed and said, "Waiting a bit doesn’t matter."

Saying so, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed one to Song Wuliang.

The two stood by the bicycle, smoking. Perhaps tired of standing, they simply squatted down by the roadside.

Looking at them like this, they were just like migrant workers, squatting on the ground, smoking, next to an old-fashioned Phoenix brand bicycle, the epitome of losers.

"Hey, why do I feel like we’re such losers?" After puffing half of the cigarette, Song Wuliang suddenly had an epiphany.

"You’re just realizing that now?"

"Ugh... Damn it, no matter what, I’m still the noble young master of the Song family, and here I am, squatting by the roadside with you to smoke, what a disgrace!"

"Then roll off to the side," Fang Yi said.

"Don’t! You’re the boss, I’ll follow you," Song Wuliang said, hardly exuding an ounce of the Song family young master’s aura.

Just then, another luxury car drove by.

"Damn! A limited edition Maserati, isn’t that the Kong Family’s show-off’s ride?" Song Wuliang said as he disgracefully spat on the ground.

"Yeah, over four million, pretty show-offy," Fang Yi agreed. "Later when we go in, you should go pop his tires."

Song Wuliang said, "Forget it, that show-off has a sister, oh right, Kong Qingci, your bosom friend. If I go and burst his tires, he’ll definitely come at me with a vengeance."

Fang Yi suddenly realized and said, "Right, then let’s forget it."

The limited edition blue Maserati drove past; whether it was intentional or not, as it snaked by, it revved up loudly. Because of its high speed and the force of the wind, it knocked over the parked Phoenix bicycle.

Instantly, Fang Yi grabbed Song Wuliang by the collar and took a couple of steps back to avoid being hit by the bicycle.

Song Wuliang sat on the ground, cursing, "Damn! That show-off definitely did that on purpose; I’ve decided. I’m definitely going to pop his tires!"

Fang Yi was not pleased either. If the person inside the car hadn’t done it on purpose, Fang Yi would never believe it; even Song Wuliang could see that.

Fang Yi did not recall having any bad blood with Kong Qingci’s brother and wondered why he would do such a thing.

But now, he made a mental note of the incident.

At that moment, the doors to the club’s courtyard opened, and a middle-aged fat man came out—not just any man, but the gold-and-silver-clad Ying Zheng.

Yes, indeed dressed in gold and silver.

Although Ying Zheng wore a suit, around his neck were three gold necklaces, each inlaid with a diamond, and given Ying Zheng’s wealth, they were definitely not ordinary.

In addition to his neck, this fat man had gold earrings on his ears and gold bracelets on both wrists.

The so-called flaunting of wealth was exactly as Ying Zheng did—literally living up to the phrase ’adorned in gold and silver.’

Before he even approached, Ying Zheng greeted with a beaming smile, "Brother Fang, Brother Fang, you’ve finally come. You’ve made your brother here wait so long."

In terms of thick skin, Ying Zheng was definitely in a league of his own.

Seeing Ying Zheng dressed in gold and silver, Song Wuliang immediately lamented, "Holy smokes, one of Moon City’s tycoons is really different, all decked in gold, it’s blinding my eyes."

Suddenly, a thought struck Fang Yi—Ying Zheng was a fat man, and so was Song Wuliang; birds of a feather flock together, he really didn’t know what would happen when these two got together.

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