Chapter 413: Teaching the Biker Gang a Lesson

"Me? I haven't thought about it." Chen Yu gave a bitter smile, Ye Xinyu's face appearing before his eyes; he did not know why he and Ye Xinyu had reached this point.

But to ask him to start a new relationship right now, he truly could not answer.

"Then do you think... we are a good match?" Bai Muyu lowered her head and, gathering her courage, spoke the words in her heart.

"Huh?" Chen Yu was shocked beyond measure; he suddenly regretted coming out.

"I liked you back when we were in school; you couldn't have not known, right?" Bai Muyu summoned her courage, raised her head, and looked at Chen Yu: "Meeting you again now that I've returned, I feel this is our fate, so can you give me an answer?"

Bai Muyu stared into Chen Yu's eyes, refusing to look away; her gaze was very firm, and she had made her stance clear: today, Chen Yu had to give her an answer.

Just as Chen Yu was at a loss for what to do, a violent roaring sound suddenly came from behind him.

Immediately following, over a dozen modified motorcycles roared over; this was a group of bikers who liked to go street racing when the night was deep and the streets were quiet.

Their speed was very fast, and they didn't care at all whether there were people in front of them; Chen Yu grabbed Bai Muyu and quickly retreated to the side of the road.

A dozen motorcycles roared past; if not for Chen Yu's quick reaction, these people would have already hit Bai Muyu.

Chen Yu was furious; these people were truly lawless.

However, if these guys had just passed by, that would have been that, and Chen Yu would have been too lazy to pay them any mind, but the lead biker happened to turn his head to look at Chen Yu, then slammed on his brakes, turned his bike around, and doubled back.

All dozen motorcycles returned, surrounding the two of them completely.

The lead motorcycle revved its engine until it reached Chen Yu and Bai Muyu; he took off his helmet, revealing a punk-styled hoodlum.

"What do you want to do?" Chen Yu's brow furrowed; these guys had been drinking, and judging by their appearance, they were here with ill intent.

"What do I want to do? Kid, did you curse at me just now?" The punk got off his bike, looking drunk, and walked to Chen Yu's side.

"That I did not, but since you've come back, let me give you a piece of advice: don't drive so fast, otherwise you're just in a hurry to meet the King of Hell," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Kid, what did you say? Try saying that again."

Chen Yu's words infuriated these people; the dozen or so men all cut their engines and got off their bikes, then pulled steel pipes, baseball bats, and other things from under their motorcycles, swarming toward Chen Yu.

"I'll say it again, I meant exactly that," Chen Yu smiled.

"Kid, do you look down on us?" The punk was actually quite self-aware; he chuckled: "That's right, we are just hoodlums and ruffians; you got a problem with that?"

"I do indeed look down on you. How about this: you scared my friend just now, so you all apologize to her now, and be sincere about it," Chen Yu said: "After you apologize, I will forgive you."

"I apologize? You forgive me?" The punk seemed to have misheard; he cupped his ear and said: "Kid, I didn't hear what you said just now; say it again?"

"Can't hear clearly, huh?" Chen Yu smiled; suddenly, he reached out a hand, grabbed the punk's ear, and gave it a forceful yank.

Whoosh—the punk's tall frame was flung high into the air by Chen Yu; he fell backward with a boom, knocking over several other hoodlums on the way.

"Ah..." One of the punk's ears had been almost twisted off by Chen Yu; he lay on the ground and began to wail.

"Wang Ge, how are you? Are you alright?"

These guys never expected Chen Yu to suddenly make a move; they swarmed up to help the punk to his feet.

"Attack! Kill him!" the punk shrieked.

"Get him!" Several men jumped up, grabbed their weapons, and the group surged toward Chen Yu.

It was a pity that the combat ability of these grandsons was truly too trash; Chen Yu sank his True Qi, shook his arms, and the True Qi billowed out.

The group of people before him screamed one after another; in less than a moment, they had all been knocked to the ground by Chen Yu.

The punk was stunned; they often drank, raced, and bullied young couples on the side of the road.

But this time, he didn't expect to have kicked an iron plate; this guy was just too good at fighting.

"Brother, who do you run with? I'm Wang Jun, I run with Qiang Ge; have you heard of his biker gang?" This guy stood up trembling, his drunkenness half-sobered.

"Qiang Ge? Baldy Qiang?" Chen Yu asked.

"Yes, yes, it's Qiang Ge," Wang Jun nodded repeatedly: "He's waiting for us to go racing on Xishan in the suburbs."

"Tell him to get over here immediately," Chen Yu sneered: "I want to see if he dares to even fart in front of me."

"Are you sure?" Wang Jun looked up at Chen Yu in surprise: "Have you never heard of who Qiang Ge is?"

"Less talk, hurry up," Chen Yu slapped him, causing his mouth to bleed.

"Fine, you just wait," Wang Jun looked at Chen Yu through gritted teeth; with his mouth bleeding from Chen Yu's slap, he hurriedly took out his phone to call Baldy Qiang.

Baldy Qiang did indeed have influence in the motorcycle scene; he controlled almost all the biker gangs around Fengling. In less than ten minutes, a massive roar approached.

A line of dozens of motorcycles came flying over arrogantly; the lead Baldy Qiang had switched to a new Harley; this Harley was painted with a fiery red exterior, and its modified tail wing looked extremely flashy.

Boom—with a beautiful drift, Baldy Qiang's bike stopped in front of Wang Jun.

"Junzi, what happened?" Baldy Qiang took off his helmet and asked.

"Qiang Ge, this kid wiped out my whole team; we can't let him go," Wang Jun pointed at Chen Yu.

"Hmm, daring to provoke our biker gang? Let me see who exactly has the guts to do that," Baldy Qiang turned his head to look at Chen Yu.

Upon seeing Chen Yu, he couldn't help but shiver; the incredibly arrogant expression on his face collapsed in an instant.

"Chen, President Chen." Baldy Qiang's originally tall frame shrank in that instant; with a mournful face, he scurried over to Chen Yu, bowing and scraping: "President Chen, what a coincidence."

"That's right, it is quite a coincidence," Chen Yu nodded.

"President Chen, did this kid offend you? Don't worry, I will definitely teach him a good lesson," Baldy Qiang said with a fawning smile.

"Your people are quite arrogant; why did you bring so many people here? Want to fight?" Chen Yu asked.

"No, no, that's not it," Baldy Qiang hurriedly turned back and roared at the people still sitting on their motorcycles: "What are you bastards standing there for? Get down and greet President Chen!"

Dozens of people hurriedly cut their engines and got off, calling out respectfully: "Hello, President Chen."

"Hmm, you've trained your people quite well," Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction.

"President Chen is too kind; these grandsons still need training; there are always a few blind ones who offend you," Baldy Qiang said with a smile plastered on his face, then turned and barked: "Wang Jun, get over here!"

Wang Jun had already been dumbfounded the moment Baldy Qiang bowed his head to Chen Yu; hearing Baldy Qiang call him, he hurriedly bent his waist, trying his best to appear humble: "Qiang Ge, I'm here."

"You bastard, do you want to die?" Baldy Qiang kicked the guy to the ground and shouted: "This is President Chen, you don't recognize him?"

"I'm sorry Qiang Ge, I, I really don't recognize him," Wang Jun said with a mournful face; he was confused, because he truly did not know who Chen Yu was.

But seeing how respectful Baldy Qiang was, it no longer mattered who Chen Yu was; in any case, he was not someone he could afford to offend.

"Shut your mouth, are you blind, you bastard? Do you recognize him now? Get over here and apologize to President Chen." Guangtou Qiang kicked him again.

"President Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were a friend of Qiang Ge." Wang Jun apologized hurriedly.

"What are you saying? How could I be qualified to be a friend of President Chen?" Guangtou Qiang kicked him again.

"I'm sorry Qiang Ge, I was wrong, I'm sorry President Chen." Wang Jun was almost crying; he did not understand what kind of person Chen Yu was, that Guangtou Qiang would be so respectful to him.

"That's enough, get lost." Chen Yu waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, thank you President Chen." Guangtou Qiang was overjoyed, bowing his body as he prepared to retreat.

"Wait." Chen Yu suddenly called out to Guangtou Qiang.

"Does President Chen have any other instructions?" Guangtou Qiang shuddered.

"Changed your bike?" Chen Yu looked at this new Harley of Guangtou Qiang's; the bike was indeed quite good, with an imposing and flashy appearance, plus a larger displacement, and a heavier, more stable frame.

"Yes." Guangtou Qiang revealed a smile that looked worse than crying: "If President Chen likes it... then just take it."

"Mm, lend it to me to ride." Chen Yu was not polite either, and beckoned to Guangtou Qiang.