Chapter 24: You Can Call Anyone You Want

The few burly men were dumbfounded; before they could react, Chen Yu swung his blade, and several of them fell to the ground in response.

"Attack, all of you, attack!" Da Hei was stunned; he had run into a tough nut to crack today.

Another group of people came charging up with howls, but Chen Yu frowned, raised his blade, and slaughtered his way toward Zhang Zihao.

Old friends meeting, yet unable to recognize each other; the resentment from his past life, where he died unjustly, erupted in this instant.

Bang, bang, bang—five or six people were sent flying by Chen Yu. Using the back of his blade, Chen Yu, who was in the Martial Master Realm, hacked his way toward Zhang Zihao; in less than a moment, over a dozen people had fallen.

Da Hei gasped; he was a street fighter who had seen every kind of situation, but this was his first time seeing such a ruthless character hack down a dozen people without even blinking. As he spoke, Chen Yu had already reached Zhang Zihao.

"Protect Young Master Zhang!" Da Hei was startled. He reached toward his waist, intending to draw a gun, but his hand tightened as Chen Yu reached him and grabbed his hand.

Crack! Ah... One of Da Hei's hands was twisted and broken by Chen Yu, who then kicked him five meters away, reaching Zhang Zihao without any obstruction.

"Someone, kill him, hurry up and kill him!" Zhang Zihao was shocked; he had not expected his men to be so fragile before Chen Yu.

Before his words had finished, a cold machete was pressed against his neck, and the second half of Zhang Zihao's sentence was scared back into his throat.

"Ch-Chen Yu, what do you want to do? This is Young Master Zhang, hurry up and let Young Master Zhang go, otherwise Young Master Zhang will skin you alive." Chen Minglin was also scared silly; he had not expected Chen Yu to be this formidable.

"Get lost." Chen Yu backhanded Chen Minglin with a slap. With a *pa* sound, five finger marks appeared rapidly on one side of Chen Minglin's face, and he clutched his face, not daring to speak.

"Y-you, what do you want to do? I'm telling you, my uncle is Zou Dalong; if you dare to touch me, your whole family will die." Zhang Zihao was pale with fright, but even at this moment, he did not forget to announce his family connections.

"So your uncle is Zou Dalong." Chen Yu smiled, and suddenly, he landed a heavy slap on Zhang Zihao's face.

*Pa*... Five finger marks quickly reddened on Zhang Zihao's face, and he was slapped until he saw stars.

This guy was a wicked young master; from childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to treat him like this. He looked at Chen Yu in disbelief: "You dare to slap me?"

*Pa*... Another slap landed on the other side of his face. This time, Chen Yu used his True Qi, slapping him until his mouth was full of blood; he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth with a *pu* sound.

"You..."

Zhang Zihao had just spat out one word when Chen Yu kicked him in the stomach. With a *pu* sound, Zhang Zihao knelt and collapsed on the ground, his body twitching as he spat out blood mouthful by mouthful.

"Keep acting tough. Let's see if your mouth is harder, or my fist." Chen Yu sneered.

"W-we can talk this over slowly... don't use force." Zhang Zihao's tone suddenly wilted; Chen Yu's kick had shifted his internal organs.

"Kneel." Chen Yu said coldly.

"Don't go too far." Zhang Zihao was enraged. As a dignified wicked young master, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Chen Yu said nothing. He kicked up a machete that had fallen to the ground, bent it with both hands, and with a *crack*, the steel machete snapped into several pieces.

Zhang Zihao lost his nerve; he did not think his bones were harder than this machete, so he obediently knelt down.

"Zou Dalong is your uncle?" Chen Yu stared at Zhang Zihao.

"That's right, he is my uncle." Zhang Zihao was defiant: "You don't know who he is?"

"Don't talk about you, even if your uncle comes, I'll beat him all the same. Call him immediately and tell him to roll over here." Chen Yu sneered.

"What did you say?" Zhang Zihao thought he had misheard.

"Make the call." Chen Yu slapped Zhang Zihao directly.

"I'll call, I'll call right now." Zhang Zihao dared not talk back. He wondered if Chen Yu had gone crazy; if his uncle came, this guy would definitely die.

"Chen Yu, have you gone crazy? Don't you know who Zou Dalong is?" Chen Minglin on the side was shocked. Was Chen Yu truly not afraid of death, or did he not know who Zou Dalong was?

"If you dare to talk nonsense one more time, I'll make you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Don't blame me for not respecting our family ties then." Chen Yu glanced at him coldly.

Chen Minglin shivered. Chen Yu's gaze was terrifying; he had a gut feeling that if he said another word, Chen Yu would really put him in a wheelchair.

"We don't even know each other, why bother getting yourself into so much trouble?" Ning Ruoxue looked at Chen Yu.

"For you, what does a little trouble count for?" Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"What did you say?" Ning Ruoxue's expression jolted; she looked up abruptly, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

This sentence—the late Chen Yu had said the exact same thing to her. In college, when she was harassed by hooligans, Chen Yu had beaten all three of them by himself, getting injured in the process, and the thugs had threatened to kill him.

She had asked the same question, and Chen Yu had given the same answer.

Although the person before her was someone else, he was also named Chen Yu, had the same experiences, and said the same words.

Chen Yu felt a heavy heart. How could he not know that Ning Ruoxue liked him? Unfortunately, in his past life, he only had eyes for Li Qingwan and deliberately avoided her, and now he could not reveal his true identity.

"When my uncle comes, you're all going to die." Zhang Zihao said through gritted teeth.

"Kneel properly." The response was a slap from Chen Yu, and Zhang Zihao closed his mouth, seeing stars.

Suddenly, the tightly shut bar door was kicked open from the outside with a *bang*. A man with a feminine expression walked in; this guy was none other than the hitman-turned-subordinate of Zou Dalong, whose nickname was Yisheng.

"Brother Yisheng, you're here! Quick, help me kill this brat." Zhang Zihao called out in delight.

Yisheng glanced at Zhang Zihao, then leaped up, used a table for leverage, and charged at Chen Yu with a beautiful backflip.

It must be said that Yisheng's skills were indeed excellent; his entrance was extremely cool, and every movement was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation. Landing from the backflip, he extended both hands, two scalpels aiming for Chen Yu's vital points.

Chen Yu glanced at him coldly. Only then did Yisheng see Chen Yu's face clearly; he couldn't help but shiver, then braked abruptly, put his hands behind his back, and the scalpels in his hands vanished.

"Mr. Chen?" Yisheng looked at Chen Yu in shock.

"That's right, it's me." Chen Yu nodded: "Where is Zou Dalong? Tell him to roll over here."

"President Zou will be here immediately." Yisheng nodded.

"Brother Yisheng, th-this, what is going on?" Zhang Zihao was dumbfounded. Yisheng was his uncle Zou Dalong's right-hand man; what was happening here?

"Kneel properly." Yisheng slapped him with a *pa*. This slap left Zhang Zihao completely bewildered.

"Mr. Chen, I am truly sorry, I didn't know it was you." A moment later, Zou Dalong came running over in a hurry.

One of his arms was still in a sling; this was Chen Yu's masterpiece from last time. His shadow over Chen Yu had not yet faded, but this god-forsaken nephew of his had gotten him into this trouble again.

"Your nephew?" Chen Yu pointed at Zhang Zihao.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen, please rest assured, I will teach him a good lesson." Zou Dalong bowed, nodding and scraping, looking terrified.

Chen Minglin dared not speak; his legs were trembling. This was Zou Dalong, the uncrowned king of Fengling City, a man who could make all the entertainment venues in Fengling shake just by stomping his foot. Yet, why was he so humble before Chen Yu?

He suddenly felt he couldn't see through his own good-for-nothing cousin anymore.

Zhang Zihao shook even more violently; he knew clearly what kind of existence his uncle was. Anyone who dared to provoke him would likely be poured into a concrete pillar by the next day.

But now he is so humble toward a youngster like Chen Yu, so who exactly is Chen Yu?