Chapter 382: The Zhou Family Brothers

"Let them come. Let's see if they can hack me into mincemeat." Chen Yu sneered, "Zhou Wei, calling you 'Uncle' was me giving you face?"

"What kind of thing are you? Your father was looked down upon back home; even his own brother openly bullied him. I wasn't back home, but if I were, I'd have him kneeling at my door every day calling me Grandpa," Zhou Wei clamored.

Chen Yu was furious and kicked Zhou Wei in the chest. With a thud, Zhou Wei was sent flying five or six meters away.

He was already getting on in years, and Chen Yu had not held back; with this kick, several of the ribs in his chest were broken.

He struggled on the ground, unable to crawl back up. Just then, a man driving a three-wheeler suddenly rushed over, stopped the vehicle, and hugged Zhou Wei, crying, "Dad, what's wrong, Dad?"

"Call your big brother and second brother over. Kill this brat," Zhou Wei screamed while clutching his chest.

"Big Brother, where are you? Why are you still racing? Call your brothers and come to the night market; Dad has been beaten." The person who arrived was Zhou Wei's youngest son, Zhou San.

He glared at Chen Yu with hatred and made several phone calls in a row.

"Chen Yu, what should we do now?" Having never experienced such a thing, Yu Sichen was naturally a bit panicked. She gripped Chen Yu's hand tightly, her palms covered in cold sweat.

"This doesn't count as anything at all," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Just wait. They'll be crying in a moment."

"Chen Yu, you little bastard, you just wait for me. Today I will definitely hack you into eight pieces." Zhou Wei sat up with the help of his youngest son, staring at Chen Yu through gritted teeth.

"Fine, I'll wait. Tell your son to hurry up, otherwise, you'll only be waiting for someone to collect your corpse." Chen Yu smiled slightly, not taking this fellow seriously at all.

Zhou Wei had been scraping by in Fengling for decades. Although he hadn't reached an incredibly awesome level, he was doing alright for himself now.

The three of them had contracted several shops in a nearby vegetable market, monopolizing the supply sources for many small stalls. Moreover, his eldest son, Zhou Ba, hung out with some thugs, so in less than five minutes, over twenty motorcycles drove over.

The lead motorcycle was a Harley Supreme Glide, painted with red tail fins; the black body was extremely imposing, and combined with the huge roar of the exhaust, it gave people a great visual impact.

Rumble, rumble—over twenty motorcycles drove over and surrounded the place.

The man on the Harley Supreme Glide grabbed his helmet, tossed it aside, ran to Zhou Wei, and shouted, "Dad, how are you? Who hit you?"

"It's that brat. Do you remember that brat named Chen Yu? The adopted son of that wimp from the Chen Family."

Zhou Wei pointed at Chen Yu and shouted, "He's the one who hit me. Don't let him leave today without breaking both his legs."

"Is it that little bastard Chen Yu?" Zhou Ba was furious. He turned and walked to Chen Yu's side. The twenty-some people behind him got off their bikes simultaneously, pulled out steel pipes, baseball bats, and other items, and surrounded them aggressively.

"Chen Yu, did you hit my dad?" Zhou Ba lit a cigar and asked unhurriedly.

"I hit him. I admit it. Why don't you ask him why I hit him?" Chen Yu laughed.

"I just said the woman next to this little bastard was a prostitute, and he started hitting me. Was I wrong?" With his son here, Zhou Wei's confidence was bolstered. He clamored, "Otherwise, how could such a beautiful woman take a fancy to this little bastard?"

"Chen Yu, it's not that I look down on you." Zhou Ba lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring, and said, "Do you really think a woman like this could take a fancy to you? My dad is right; this woman is just out selling herself, taking money to do jobs. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Shut up, I am not." Yu Sichen was infuriated. She was well-bred and didn't even know how to curse people, so she just trembled all over with anger.

"Yo, speaking so gently, looks like you've been specially trained. This kind of high-end goods must fetch a good price. Chen Yu must have spent quite a bit of money, right?" Zhou Ba laughed loudly.

"I'll give you one minute to apologize to her." Chen Yu picked up his phone and pressed the timer.

"Are you sick? I apologize to her? Don't you see that all the people around here are my brothers?" Zhou Ba laughed loudly. He stepped forward, licked his lips, and said, "Damn, but this woman is truly a top-tier piece."

"Little sister, why don't you come with me? I'll definitely give you more than he does. This group of brothers are members of the biker gang. I have a good relationship with their boss. See that motorcycle? Harley Supreme Glide. It cost me nearly 500,000 to get my hands on it."

"Don't look at me just riding a motorcycle; any bullshit Mercedes or BMW is nothing in my eyes. You're just in it for the money anyway, what's the difference who you're with?"

"Get lost." Yu Sichen's voice trembled.

"Thirty seconds left." Chen Yu comforted Yu Sichen, "Don't be angry. I promised him one minute. He can be glib for now, but after this minute passes, I will make him spit it all back out with interest."

"Are you an idiot, Chen Yu? Can't you see the situation clearly? Believe it or not, one phone call from me can summon dozens of people." Zhou Ba raged.

"Time's up." Chen Yu's voice suddenly sank: "Gelin, do it."

Following Chen Yu's order, dozens of sedans came roaring over, and dozens of men surrounded them.

The man in the lead was Gelin. After leaving Deng Guosheng, he had joined Chen Yu's command and was now an important member of Shadow.

Some of these dozens of men were core members of Shadow, some were members of the peripheral regular security company, and some were underlings who had come from Zou Dalong's side to train at Shadow.

All in uniform suits, wearing sunglasses and earpieces, their well-trained appearance immediately scared Zhou Ba silly.

The twenty-some underlings in his biker gang were now standing there foolishly, not even daring to move.

"Leave the three Zhou family men; everyone else, get lost," Chen Yu shouted in a deep voice.

Slap—these biker gang underlings dropped the clubs in their hands and retreated to the side obediently.

The three Zhou family men were surrounded in the center. Facing this group of Shadow members who radiated fighting spirit from head to toe, they were trembling all over with fear.

"W-where is Lao Er?" Zhou Wei said stutteringly.

"Dad... Lao Er heard about the situation here and ran away directly." Zhou San was so scared his face turned pale.

"Trash, useless thing." Zhou Wei was trembling with rage. He roared, "Chen Yu, what are you posturing for? You're just bluffing."

"Beat him until he submits," Chen Yu said indifferently.

Gelin waved his hand. Two Shadow members stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Wei, kicked him until he knelt on the ground, and then picked up their gear and started smashing him.

A person like Zhou Wei was a typical small-minded city dweller, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. After a few slaps, this fellow surrendered.

"Apologize," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"I'm sorry, miss. It's my mouth that stinks. I deserve to be beaten. I... I've already been beaten, please just let me go," Zhou Wei cried with snot and tears.

"Chen Yu, let it go." Yu Sichen was kind-hearted, and since Zhou Wei was of such an old age, she couldn't bear to see it.