Chu Yang's move was undeniably domineering. In an instant, he lifted Scarface's dignity—which had practically been trampled into the floor—right back up.
However...
"Chu Yang, let's not throw things from high places next time. It's not a good look. Even if it doesn’t hit any kids downstairs, damaging the flowers and plants isn’t ideal either," Scarface couldn’t help but remind him.
Chu Yang nodded. "You’re right, Scarface. No more littering."
Scarface added, "Next time, just toss down something that deserves it."
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the VIP room ignited.
"You little bastard! You’ve got a death wish, throwing our seats like that!"
"Who the hell do you think you are, pulling this stunt in front of us?"
"Beat him to a pulp! Damn it, he really thinks he’s somebody!"
The bosses were seething with rage. Chu Yang’s actions were nothing short of a blatant disregard for their authority.
At their command, their underlings stormed in from outside, surrounding Chu Yang and his group.
Just as tensions reached a breaking point, Zhao Tianxing suddenly spoke up.
"Hold it!"
Liao Dapao and the others turned to Zhao Tianxing in surprise, baffled by his intervention.
Without explaining, Zhao Tianxing studied Chu Yang with keen interest, the polished walnuts in his hands clicking rhythmically.
"Young man, you’ve got guts. Your name’s Chu Yang, right?"
Chu Yang remained unfazed. "That’s right. What’s your point, Boss Zhao?"
Zhao Tianxing cut straight to the chase. "I can tell you’re the real deal. Sticking with a nobody like Scarface is a waste of your talent. How about working for me instead?"
His sudden offer wasn’t without reason.
This kid was ruthless, audacious, and judging by the sheer strength he’d just displayed, his combat skills were likely top-notch.
He might even be the fighter the Righteous Union planned to send into the ring.
That alone made him worth recruiting.
Moreover, Chu Yang had overturned every other boss’s seat—except Zhao Tianxing’s. What did that mean?
It meant this seemingly reckless, face-slapping act was deliberate. Calculated.
The kid must have seen through Bright Pearl City’s power dynamics, recognized who its true future ruler would be, and used this stunt to grab his attention—even if it meant pissing off every other boss to prove his loyalty.
In short, this young man had ambition, nerve, and skill. A rare find.
And by humiliating the other bosses, Chu Yang had inadvertently elevated Zhao Tianxing’s standing among them.
Why wouldn’t he stop the others from retaliating?
Of course, it never crossed his mind that Scarface could control someone this bold.
A lucky-upstart-turned-boss like him wasn’t even worth mentioning.
With that thought, Zhao Tianxing’s smile grew even more "sincere," waiting for Chu Yang to bow in submission.
But the scene he envisioned didn’t unfold.
Chu Yang’s expression remained unchanged. "Boss Zhao, I won’t betray Scarface."
Zhao Tianxing’s face stiffened. He pointed at the untouched seat. "Then why did you do that? Wasn’t it a show for me?"
Chu Yang followed his gaze, seeming to realize something. He hadn’t expected Zhao Tianxing to be this full of himself. "I did leave that seat on purpose—but not for you."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Tianxing frowned.
"Why waste words on him, Old Zhao? After insulting us like this, he deserves to be crippled!" Liao Dapao, unable to hold back any longer, grabbed a liquor bottle and hurled it straight at Chu Yang’s head.
But he’d severely underestimated Chu Yang’s reflexes.
The moment the bottle flew toward him, Chu Yang lifted his right leg and kicked.
Boom! A dull thud echoed as the thick bottle shattered into pieces under the force of his foot.
The impact traveled through Liao Dapao’s wrist and into his chest, sending him flying like he’d been hit by a sledgehammer. He crashed into a pile of debris behind him, howling in pain.
Everyone froze at the sight.
Once the shock wore off, the room erupted—especially Liao Dapao’s men.
"Boss Liao!"
"Damn it, tear him apart!"
"Kill him!"
Over a dozen enforcers charged forward.
Chu Yang braced for the fight.
Seeing this, Scarface knew he couldn’t stay idle. "Call for backup!" he shouted.
But before his men could arrive, a voice cut through the chaos—cool, melodious, and laced with quiet authority.
"I hope I’m not interrupting?"
At the sound of that voice, the raised weapons halted mid-air. The bosses and thugs turned in stunned unison.
Even Zhao Tianxing’s walnut-rolling hands stilled as he whipped his head toward the door.
There, standing at the VIP room’s entrance, was a young woman.
She looked strikingly youthful—barely eighteen or nineteen—with jet-black hair tied simply behind her, framing a face of delicate beauty. A cashmere coat draped over her slender frame, layered atop a black turtleneck, giving her the poised elegance of bamboo standing tall in snow.
At first glance, she could’ve passed for an extraordinarily beautiful college student, radiating an almost innocent purity.
But when her calm gaze swept over the room, everyone who met her eyes felt an instinctive jolt of unease.
Those eyes were clear, yet fathomless.
Despite her youthful appearance, her mere presence commanded the space, as if she were its undisputed center.
As she stepped inside, the crowd at the door instinctively parted, clearing a path.
She walked through the human corridor with effortless grace, her eyes settling on the tense standoff—and on Chu Yang at its heart.
The moment she appeared, Chu Yang lowered his head slightly, his posture shifting to one of deference.
Finally, her gaze landed on Zhao Tianxing, whose face flickered with shock and suspicion.
"Boss Zhao, such a lively gathering, and you didn’t invite me?"
Her tone was light, almost conversational.
Yet beneath the calm, everyone present—Zhao Tianxing included—felt the weight of an impending storm.
The Ten Thousand Dragons Society.
A faction that had risen to prominence in just six months, its meteoric ascent leaving the underworld in awe.
There were even rumors that the current Yi Lian Society had been absorbed under its wing.
This was precisely why Zhao Tianxing was in such a hurry to unite the major players in Bright Pearl City and push forward the martial arts tournament ahead of schedule.
If the whispers he’d heard turned out to be true, the impact on Bright Pearl City’s underworld would be enormous.
The Yi Lian Society might seem weak now, right?
In just over half a year, it had suffered multiple setbacks. Even though its newly appointed leader appeared utterly incompetent, no one dared to casually stir trouble on Yi Lian Society’s turf.
That alone spoke volumes about its deep-rooted influence.
As for the Wan Long Hui, needless to say, no one underestimated this rising faction anymore. The strange thing, though, was how they insisted to the outside world that they weren’t a gang—just a legitimate company with ordinary employees.
It reeked of sheer denial, like covering one’s ears to steal a bell.
But no matter what, if these two forces truly joined hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Plenty of people would likely lose sleep over it.
