The Supreme Wild Young Master-Chapter 22 The Heaven-Made Pair_1

Zhu Qing and Zhu Wen saw Zhang Xian walk in and they were a bit worried.

Initially, Zhu Qing wanted to notify Zhang Xian later to stay away for a bit. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xian returned so soon.

"Waiting for me? Is there any good news?" Zhang Xian knew what San Ji was up to. The two hooligans from yesterday were also present, glaring at him and rubbing their fists in anticipation.

"No good news, just bad news," San Ji scoffed. "Yesterday, my two brothers came to seek treatment here, and you beat them up, didn’t you?"

"Yes, there was such an incident," Zhang Xian acknowledged, "But are you sure your brothers were really here to seek treatment and not for other purposes? As I recall, one of them wasn’t even sick. So, their visit here is rather intriguing, isn’t it, Brother Ji? You weren’t involved, were you?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If my brother wasn’t sick, why would he come here?" San Ji retorted angrily.

"Are you sick?" Zhang Xian asked.

"You’re the sick one, I am perfectly healthy!" San Ji snapped back.

"See what I mean?" Zhang Xian laughed. "You’re not sick but you’re here. Why couldn’t your brothers do the same? Everyone has their intentions!"

San Ji was infuriated. How did he let this damned guy lead him astray?

On the side, Zhu Qing and Zhu Wen, seeing this, couldn’t help but laugh.

When San Ji visited in the past, they, the grandfather and grandson, found it hard to handle him. A situation like this, where San Ji is at a disadvantage, had never happened before. They just wondered if Zhang Xian could maintain the upper hand until the end.

"You came here because of Qingqing, didn’t you?" Zhang Xian looked at San Ji and said earnestly, "Bro, let me tell you the truth, even though Qingqing is beautiful, she’s short-tempered. The storm she throws isn’t something that just anyone can handle. I suggest you leave as soon as possible. Your skinny frame can’t endure Qingqing’s wrath!"

"Zhang Xian, what are you talking about?" Zhu Qing shouted angrily.

What did he mean by her having a bad temper? That only a certain person could handle her anger? Was she really that scary?

"Look, look, she got angry just because I hadn’t said anything," Zhang Xian commented.

Enraged, Zhu Qing nearly fumed.

Seeing Zhu Qing’s furious face, San Ji became a bit scared. Although he hadn’t personally experienced a woman’s fury, he’d seen enough. It was bloody terrifying!

Of course, he wouldn’t back down just because of Zhang Xian’s words. He clearly knew why he was here today. "Little Thief, stop changing the subject. Let’s talk about what to do about my brothers!"

"How do you want to handle it?" Zhang Xian asked with a smile.

"Pay for beating people. It’s common sense. Start with ten thousand yuan," San Ji stated his terms.

"I have no money, but I do have one life to offer. Do you want it?" Zhang Xian asked.

"What? You think..." San Ji sneered.

Just then, one of the young men who’d been beaten last time quickly said, "Brother Ji, don’t listen to his nonsense. He also said this last time, but in the end, it was our lives that were in danger, not his."

"What? This guy is so arrogant?" San Ji was startled and glared at Zhang Xian. "Little Thief, is that how you bullied my little brothers?"

"Uh, it seems like your pants are falling down," Zhang Xian said, looking down without answering.

"Little Thief, are you going to pay up or not? My brothers are not vegetarians," warned San Ji, checking his pants. Finding them fine, he jumped up in anger.

Just then, his pants suddenly fell down, revealing a pair of pale green cartoon patterned briefs to the open air.

Seeing San Ji’s green cartoon underwear, his gang couldn’t bear to look straight. Brother Ji’s taste was really... unique! The boss of Sishui Street was into this?

"Wow, very unique indeed," Zhang Xian smirked.

"What are you laughing at?" San Ji roared.

"Bro... Brother Ji, your pants have fallen down," one of his gang members said.

"What? Are you talking nonsense too?" San Ji, having been fooled once, naturally wouldn’t be easily convinced this time either.

Zhu Qing was a bit curious but when she looked down, she quickly turned around, her pretty face flushed. She also scorned. A grown man seemed even more womanlike than a real woman.

"Damn..." San Ji didn’t believe before, but when he saw Zhu Qing turning away, he was shocked to discover his pants had indeed fallen. He hastily pulled them up.

However, as soon as he did so, the pants of the others fell down. All at once. Completely.

Suddenly, various exposed underpants were mischievously displayed in the open air.

The gang members were seriously embarrassed and quickly pulled their pants up.

Strangely enough, as soon as they let go of their now raised pants, they would fall down again. This happened several times, even with their belts fastened tight.

"Damn, are we haunted?" San Ji suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He’d encountered strange things when he went to find Zhu Qing this morning. Same thing happened this afternoon. Was it possible that his whole gang was being targeted by something unclean?

Upon having this thought, he felt an urge to turn tail and run away from this ghostly place.

However, upon deeper thought, he sensed something was amiss. Both incidents happened with Zhang Xian present, which had never happened before. He wondered if Zhang Xian was up to some mischief.

Rather than believing in ghosts, he was more inclined to believe that Zhang Xian was behind it all. Although the existence of ghosts wasn’t confirmed, they wouldn’t appear in broad daylight, would they?

"What’s going on?" Zhu Wen widened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face.

What were San Ji and his gang doing? Were their pants too loose or what? Why did everyone look like they were playing around with their belts?

"Brothers, hit him."

Suddenly, San Ji decided to give it a shot, quickly pulled off his pants and charged at Zhang Xian.

Seeing this, the others followed suit. One unfortunate fellow wanted to make a quick impression, but ended up sprawled on the floor, tripped up by his fallen trousers.

"Not bad, very clever, knew it wasn’t a ghostly situation." Zhang Xian smiled while counterattacking, sending the charging youth flying with one slap.

"Ah, what are you guys doing?" Seeing Zhang Xian starting a fight with San Ji and his gang, Zhu Qing rushed over with a broom, worried, to join the fray.

Zhang Xian was surprised when he saw Zhu Qing run over. This woman may look frail, but she sure is a fierce one!

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Brother Ji, Qingqing is coming, what do we do? It’s not good to hit her!"

The little burglars were in a tragic state. Zhu Qing is Brother Ji’s intended wife, so they dared not hit her. But Zhu Qing was relentless, the broom in her hand swung energetically.

"You guys deal with that guy, I’ll take care of Qingqing." San Ji’s lips twitched unnaturally, and he lunged at Zhu Qing, attempting to hold her petite body in his arms.

Zhang Xian saw through San Ji’s intentions, slapped him away and promptly pulled Zhu Qing into his arm, evaded an attack by one of the underlings.

"Whack..." San Ji was just about to hug his dream goddess, the excitement indescribable.

But just as he was about to make his move, a palm suddenly came from above and slapped him far away, several of his teeth sprinkled out of his mouth along with some fresh red blood.

"Ah..." Zhu Qing, who was suddenly embraced by someone, was quite frightened. Seeing that handsome grinning face, she turned red and was at a loss for what to do.

Zhang Xian had no time to guess Zhu Qing’s thoughts, as the other underlings were charging towards him, roaring in anger.

What nobody knew was that outside the door, a young man was hiding behind a tree, taking snapshots with a camera. Even the moment when Zhang Xian hugged Zhu Qing wasn’t missed by the camera.

"Damn, this guy is really tough!"

Finally, the fight ended, with all the underlings laying on the ground, faces filled with shock.

San Ji, whose face was as swollen as a pig’s, was quite scared. Despite outnumbering Zhang Xian, not only did they not manage to land a single hit, but they also got beaten up pretty bad. It was rather strange.

"Are you guys coming or not? I’m all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed now." Zhang Xian asked, holding Zhu Qing, he smiled.

"No... We dare not..." San Ji swallowed hard, and without hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

The rest of the underlings did the same, not daring to even stay a second longer, for fear of Zhang Xian lashing out again and giving them another thrashing.

Seeing San Ji leave, Zhu Qing’s anxious heart finally settled down.

Perceiving that something was amiss, she quickly escaped from Zhang Xian’s embrace, her pretty face turned red as she scolded, "Hey, you stinking rogue, why are you holding me? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"Well, it was really dangerous just now, I was afraid you might get hurt, so I held you. This has nothing to do with taking advantage," Zhang Xian shook his head and looked at Zhu Qing. "Besides, Qingqing, not to be rude, but although your figure is okay, it’s not drop-dead gorgeous. There’s really no advantage to be gained. Let me tell you, my standards are really high; ordinary people don’t catch my eye."

"Zhang Xian, you...you’re heartless..." Zhu Qing was so angry she could explode.

She had seen shameless people before, but this was a new level. Not only did he take advantage of her without apologizing, but he even dared to criticize her figure. Oh, Heaven, why don’t you strike this shameless person dead with a bolt of lightning?

"Why are you staring at me like that? I was telling the truth." Zhang Xian touched his nose and laughed.

"You...I...I can’t be bothered with you." Zhu Qing kicked Zhang Xian hard and huffed her way back inside.

Seeing Zhang Xian quarreling with his granddaughter again, Zhu Wen just shook his head and smiled wryly. It seemed like these two kids had some sort of past-life enmity, and they looked rather well-suited together.

Yes, a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.

"Mr. Zhu, why are you smiling? Why do I get a sense of creepiness?" Zhang Xian turned around and asked Zhu Wen.

"Cough, cough..." Zhu Wen gave a dry cough, laughed and said, "Nothing, I wasn’t thinking of anything."

"Really?" Zhang Xian gave Zhu Wen a sideway glance, and after seeing him nod, he laughed. "Mr. Zhu, let me give you my phone number. If anyone is looking for me, just give me a call."

"Sure, no problem," Zhu Wen nodded.

"Great, thank you!" Zhang Xian nodded back and then smirked. "Mr. Zhu, I suddenly have a hunch that your Humanity Clinic is going to become famous very soon."

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