Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 405 - 414: You Think Too Highly of the Yang Family

Although everyone was worried about Ye Ling, he still acted heartlessly, eating and drinking as usual, and occasionally teasing Qing Yi with a few playful words.

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It gave off a rather peculiar feeling, as if someone asked Ye Ling, "Aren’t you afraid?"

Ye Ling would definitely answer profoundly, "Afraid of what, afraid of the Yang Family? But what kind of family is the Yang Family anyway?"

Ten minutes later, a military truck parked at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant, and everyone’s eyes widened in shock, as they bolted out in panic, shouting "Oh my God."

Swish, swish, more than thirty soldiers jumped down with much bravado, holding shovels, and a man dressed in camouflage emerged from the driver’s seat, looking imposing.

When Ye Ling saw who it was, he was taken aback, "Wow, not a small figure, actually got the military involved."

The man was Yang Kang’s uncle Yang Zhan, the only seedling of this generation in the Yang Family and therefore extremely doted on by everyone in the family, especially Yang Zhan, who adhered to some old-fashioned ideas and treated his nephew as if he were his own son.

"Kang, who is it! Don’t be scared, your Uncle is here to stand up for you!"

Yang Zhan’s face was dark as he looked at his nephew’s pitiful state, grinding his teeth in fury, his anger rising like flames. When he saw the woman next to Yang Kang, his expression became as stormy as the river’s waves.

"How many times have I told you, stay away from this kind of woman in the future, she’ll ruin the reputation of our Yang Family. Get out of here now!"

Yang Zhan ordered coldly, and the woman who was just about to bask in her triumph beside Yang Kang suddenly looked deflated and confused.

Damn, it was this granny who tipped you off, to begin with. You don’t even bother to thank me in public, and now you’re paying me back with betrayal by telling me to leave?

But the woman had some sense, bending over to tell Yang Kang that she would leave first, and then she quickly left the scene.

However, with a bit of vanity, she took out her phone at the door and recorded a short video, which she then posted to her social media along with a line of text.

Hmph, hitting my boyfriend, this is the price. Let everyone know how formidable my boyfriend is. Ladies, give Kang a like, the brute who hits people will definitely not get away with it!

After posting the video, the woman sneered coldly; even if she couldn’t marry into the Yang Family, she needed to strut while she could. Otherwise, wouldn’t all her unrestrained effort in bed have been in vain?

Inside the room, Yang Zhan approached Ye Ling, and seeing him still leisurely enjoying his hotpot, Yang Zhan was filled with rage, slamming his palm on the table forcefully, knocking over the small bowls.

Ye Ling looked up, his gaze indifferent, "What’s this, don’t you have any manners? Can’t you see I’m eating?"

"Eating? You’re still in the mood to eat? My nephew was beaten to this state by you, tell me, how do you intend to solve this, or should I call your parents over?"

"I want to see who in the southwest has the gall to harm someone from my Yang Family. I must ask your parents, does this mean they are declaring war on my Yang Family!"

Having said this, Ye Ling looked at Yang Zhan, his expression unchanged, still indifferent, "Declare war on your Yang Family? You think too highly of yourself. Or do you think the Yang Family is that impressive?"

Having seen too many arrogant rich kids and personally crippling one of the Imperial Capital’s Four Young Masters, to Ye Ling, local family clans no longer mattered.

The height one stands at determines their perspective; you cannot expect a beggar to imagine how the world’s richest man lives.

Meat at every meal, riding in luxury cars, owning a hundred-acre estate?

Alright, perhaps that’s all he could imagine – such stereotypical lifestyles are common among certain groups. But the circles in which Ye Ling lived were beyond the Yang Family’s imagination.

"What did you say! If you’re brave enough, say that again!" Yang Zhan, who was a military man with a volatile temper, ignited like dynamite upon hearing Ye Ling’s words.

Ye Ling also stood up, fixing his gaze directly on Yang Zhan without a trace of retreat. What a joke, no matter how imposing an ordinary person could be, they would not scare Ye Ling.

"I said, you’re holding the Yang Family in too high regard. Also, it’d be best if you thoroughly understand the ins and outs of this matter. Even if it wasn’t me, your worthless nephew would still have dragged down the Yang Family sooner or later!"

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Ye Ling’s voice was cold. Hearing this, Yang Zhan immediately laughed, a mocking sneer emerging, "I hold the Yang Family in too high regard?"

"Kid, how many years have you eaten rice? I’ve crossed more bridges than the amount of rice you’ve eaten. I will, of course, ask my nephew."

"However, what I want to settle with you now is the matter of you injuring my nephew. Tell me, should we resolve this publicly or privately?"

After Yang Zhan finished speaking, over thirty soldiers behind him stepped forward, clutching their shovels tightly, ready to start a fight at the drop of a hat.

"Public or private, you say; I don’t mind either way. If you really want to play, then I’ll humor you."

While saying this, Ye Ling smiled and sat back down, an air of nonchalance about him. Playing games with the Yang Family? Tsk tsk, not to boast, but that was truly too uninteresting for Ye Ling.

"Fine! You’ve got guts, kid. If that’s the case, don’t blame me. Brothers, go ahead, teach him a lesson, and let him understand why the flowers are so brilliant!"

Yang Zhan sneered coldly, and the thirty-plus soldiers immediately stepped forward, lifting their shovels and swinging them towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling opened his mouth, yawned, smacked his lips, and leisurely took a document from his pocket.

As the shovel was about to crash onto Ye Ling’s head, he had already taken out the document. But the shovel snapped on contact, while Ye Ling remained unscathed, as if nothing had happened.

"Tsk tsk, Yang Zhan, right? I think you’ve gotten yourself into deep trouble. The Yang Family, I fear, really won’t be able to cover for you this time."

As he spoke, Ye Ling opened the document. Yang Zhan pushed aside the stunned crowd, sneering viciously, "I’ve gotten myself into deep trouble? Heh, you better think about how to save your own skin first."

"I’ve seen many leaders in my time. Today, even if you’re a county secretary, it won’t matter; I’ll deal with you all the same!"

As far as Yang Zhan was concerned, considering Ye Ling’s young age, even if his family had some backing, at best the document would only be from a county secretary.

To Yang Zhan, that really wasn’t significant enough. At the very least, it had to be some city-level leader or something to exert pressure on him.

However, when Ye Ling sneered and shook the document in his hand, Yang Zhan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The title and the photo seal on it made Yang Zhan feel dizzy inside. A General from the Bureau of Superpowers?

What kind of joke was this? Damn, I’ve been in the army for so long and have never seen nor heard of such a young General, and especially one from a special department?

"Ha, trying to fool me with a fake document, you really must be tired of living. Just the crime of using a fake document is enough to give you a hard time!"

"But forging a document from the Bureau of Superpowers, tsk tsk, you do have some insight, I’ll give you that."

Yang Zhan sneered, decisively categorizing Ye Ling in his mind as a con artist.