Chapter 906

This time Zhou Tong really was about to stop, and if it kept going the kid would probably be ruined, but brother‑in‑law spoke up; he has no reason to stop, and again unleashed a fire‑raising sky strike, followed by two crushing hammer blows.

Tian Xiaofei collapsed dead on the spot, not even having time to utter a single plea for mercy.

At this moment his heart must have been so regretful his gut turned green; had he known Su Yang wouldn't play by the rules, had he known Zhou Tong was so ferocious, he shouldn't have hatched this rotten idea.

Zhang Jiangbo was even more embarrassed; he thought he was about to become Su Yang's superior, so Su Yang should have restrained himself in his presence, and the reason Tian Xiaofei dared to provoke repeatedly was that Governor Zhao was still in office—where did Su Yang get the nerve to act?

But in fact it's still the same: if Su Yang lets them succeed, then he is no longer Su Yang.

Zhou Tong has always deliberately kept a low profile, but deep down he's not the type who can tolerate being humiliated.

Moreover, having been in the army these past years, he rarely acted in the Jingcheng circle, so these people have forgotten his ferocity and vigor.

His move, then, serves as a wake‑up call to them.

What's even more unsettling is that even though Tian Xiaofei is already dead‑faint, Zhou Tong shows no sign of letting him go.

He directly lifted the person and tossed him out the door; after all, he's a recognized young master in the Jingcheng circle.

Treating someone like trash and throwing them out—here, even staff have never so ruthlessly humiliated anyone, yet this happened to Tian Xiaofei.

Estimating that as long as he doesn't collapse later, he'll already be a dragon among men.

Jia Guolong's face stayed sullen; he had thought this was a near‑certain matter, but it turned out to be an unsolvable trap—either it can't be explained, or he can't unleash a ferocious attack.

Such a method either hurts face or hurts the inner self, but the other party doesn't care about either.

After Zhou Tong's ferocious onslaught, acting as if nothing happened, he leaned into Su Yang's ear: "Brother‑in‑law, how was it? Are you satisfied with the performance just now?"

Su Yang thought, what the heck? Just now he was fierce like a starving wolf, now he's pretending to be a little lamb beside me; I can't stand this kind of contrast.

But he said aloud, "It's fine, didn't disappoint your sister; I don't mind, a man should have breadth and magnanimity."

Now Zhou Tong inwardly cursed, what the heck? Does my sister care about this so‑called face? Does she care about the circle's status? All that's purely for you.

Zhou Ruohan, breaking her usual low‑key restraint, patted Zhou Tong's shoulder and said, "Well done."

Dozens of eyes in the entire club watched the three of them chatting there.

And they beat the person nearly to death, without a hint of remorse, only full of mockery—can you stand that?

But do you think it's over? Actually it isn't.

Zhou Ruohan pointed at the DJ crouching on the ground wiping blood and said, "Who was behind you just now? Don't tell me it was Tian Xiaofei; that pot doesn't need to be his, you can't bully someone already unconscious."

The DJ went berserk, "Is this endless?" He said the mishap was caused by Tian Xiaofei and Zhang Jiangbo, and now it's clear they want him to point out Zhang Jiangbo.

At this moment Zhang Jiangbo was already panicking; after the New Year he was to take office in Lieshan County, originally intending to give Su Yang a warning to let him know that mixing in the Jingcheng circle isn't that easy.

Once he reaches Lieshan County, Su Yang will have even less say; he plans to fully suppress Su Yang, venting the resentment he felt here last time.

Combined with his upcoming appointment, a fact known to everyone in the circle, any flaw in his appearance or demeanor would be intolerable to the organization.

But now he suddenly realizes Su Yang isn't what he thought; there's nothing Su Yang can't do.

At this moment Zhou Ruohan is still pressing, can he stay calm inside?

Previously they only heard that Zhou Ruohan and Su Yang had a good relationship.

But in his view, this inherently unequal relationship—these wealthy heiresses of the aristocratic families simply look down on a grassroots like Su Yang—most likely because the higher‑up leadership's current balance policy toward the big clans, they arranged a grassroots‑elite match.

Now many in this circle think similarly; after all, upper leadership doesn't want the aristocrats constantly forming strong‑strong alliances, they want to balance resources and foundations, while also giving grassroots some chance to rise.

A few have already acted, but they simply disdain the grassroots, using them merely as tools.

Basically they use this pretext to gain upper‑level approval, while each pursues their own game.

The men treat grassroots women like playthings; after all, most of these grassroots women are vain, everyone takes what they need.

You play yours, I want mine; as long as I get the title, I don't care who you play with, I won't interfere, I have no right to question.

When women seek men it's even more interesting; moreover, once a grassroots man is favored, whether he can get intimate with that woman depends on her mood, or whether the fresh‑faces and gym‑bodied men have a free slot.

Moreover, the bitter part is these men can't look for women outside; once they do, it leads to all sorts of ruin, even if they're not sent to prison they'll thank modern civilization.

In their perception, a case like Su Yang's simply doesn't exist; Zhou Ruohan's actions are purely to maintain her image.

They never expected that Zhou Ruohan's protective‑husband feeling would exceed their understanding.

He began to feel some regret; the one who truly faced Su Yang was Tian Xiaofei, and the last time Su Yang crippled someone was also Tian Xiaofei; he only paid money under Jia Guolong's pressure, why…

Even if he wants to show off, he can wait until his appointment and look for a chance later.

But now there's no room for redemption; Zhou Ruohan's stance shows she won't stop.

He could only say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I bear some responsibility for this; I was careless with my words—what was meant for others was misheard by him. I apologize to you, sorry, Miss Zhou, sorry, Su Yang."

At this moment Su Yang and Zhou Ruohan finally withdrew their gaze from the DJ.

The DJ, as if granted amnesty, struggled to get up and vanished in a flash; he resolved never to earn money in such places again, even a noble young master being beaten half to death could have his account closed, leaving no room for justification.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the farce was ending.

Jia Guolong said, "Alright, alright, it's the New Year, people have been hit, apologies made, mistakes acknowledged—let's sit down, drink wine and eat dumplings for the holiday."

Because he also has a stake in this matter, of course he knows that neither the DJ who fled nor Zhang Jiangbo could turn him in.

But everyone present understood that when he needs to save face, he still has to make a slight recovery.

However, this matter is far from over.

Su Yang didn't even glance at Jia Guolong, saying, "Do you think Zhang Jiangbo's apology ends it? If I, in front of all these people, go to your ancestral tomb and pay respects to your ancestors for eighteen generations, would that be enough for you?"