Chapter 11: About to Speak

Seeing the other party's ill intentions, Jiangnan's face sank instantly; he put down the menu in his hand and was about to speak.

At this moment, Murong Wan spoke first, scolding Wang Zuhua: "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm having dinner with my boyfriend; what business is it of yours?"

Murong Wan, without courtesy, said to Wang Zuhua:

And when Wang Zuhua heard that Jiangnan was Murong Wan's boyfriend, his face showed an even more incredulous expression.

"No, miss, you're not joking, are you?"

"With his loser look, is he your boyfriend?"

Wang Zuhua, somewhat disbelieving, but after sizing up Jiangnan again, immediately sneered: "Oh, I get it—this guy is a soft‑rice eater, huh?"

"Hahaha, no wonder you didn't dare say a word earlier—you were waiting for a woman to back you up?"

Wang Zuhua gave Jiangnan a contemptuous glance, then pulled out a bank card from his pocket and threw it onto the table.

"This card has five hundred thousand; kid, you probably haven't seen this much money before, have you?"

"This is probably the most money you've ever seen in your life!"

"Now, as long as you stay away from this lady and let me have dinner with her, I'll give you this five hundred thousand—what do you say?"

Wang Zuhua's face was full of arrogance, and he didn't regard Jiangnan at all.

"Hey, kid, are you deaf?"

"I'm talking to you—did you hear me?"

Seeing Jiangnan ignore him, Wang Zuhua became even more aggressive and directly shoved Jiangnan.

That shove alone made Jiangnan angry.

The next second.

Slap!

A crisp slap rang out on the spot.

At that moment, Wang Zuhua hadn't even reacted before Jiangnan's slap left him dazed!

Pain!

A burning pain swept across his whole face.

"You, you actually dared to hit me!"

"Kid, do you know who I am? I'm the eldest son of the Wang family!"

"Believe it or not, I'll ruin you right now!"

Wang Zuhua's face was filled with anger as he shouted at Jiangnan.

However, Jiangnan wore a look of disdain and said, "Go ahead then—I'd like to see what you can do to me."

Hearing that, Wang Zuhua almost thought he'd misheard.

He, the esteemed eldest son of the Wang family, was actually being looked down upon?

Did they really think his temper was good?

The next second, Wang Zuhua made a phone call.

"Hey, second brother, I got hit—I'm at the fourth floor of Tianlong Building; bring some guys over."

"Yeah, I want to kill him!"

After saying that, Wang Zuhua stood where he was, pointing at Jiangnan and said, "You're dead—my second brother is the boss of Jinghai City's gray‑market district; just wait for him to come over and see how you'll be kneeling on the ground begging me for mercy."

Wang Zuhua said that, then stood there with a scornful look, staring at Jiangnan.

Meanwhile, Jiangnan remained extremely calm, waved at the waiter and said, "Order the dishes."

After Jiangnan finished ordering, the dishes were promptly served.

Jiangnan glanced at Murong Wan and said, "Let's eat."

At this moment, Murong Wan didn't understand what Jiangnan was planning, but she still chose to side with him.

But Wang Zuhua, furious, sneered at Jiangnan: "Heh, you're quite something—giving yourself a last meal?"

"You'd better eat well, because once my second brother arrives, you won't get another bite."

Wang Zuhua then mocked Jiangnan on the spot.

Just then.

"Who the hell is bullying my little brother!"

"You tired of living?"

A rough voice suddenly came over.

A burly man wearing a leather coat, his face scarred, strode over with a gang of lackeys.

The comer was none other than Wang Zuhua's second brother from the phone call, the boss of Jinghai City's gray‑market district—Wang Yaozu.

Seeing his second brother arrive, Wang Zuhua immediately shouted, "Second brother, I'm here!"

"Second brother, you've finally come—this kid bullied me!"

Hearing that, Wang Yaozu's explosive temper flared; he walked straight up to Jiangnan and said, "Kid, are you the one who bullied my brother?"

"Do you want to die?"

Upon hearing that, Jiangnan merely glanced at him, then picked up his knife and fork and continued eating his steak, completely ignoring him.

Seeing this, Wang Yaozu flew into a rage and overturned the table in one motion.

"Damn it, you dare to ignore me?"

"I'm talking to you—didn't you hear?"

Wang Yaozu, extremely arrogant, roared at Jiangnan.

And upon seeing the table overturned, Jiangnan's expression changed instantly.

He just wanted to have a proper meal, but someone always came looking for trouble.

It seems if I don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think I'm easy to bully.

The next second.

Jiangnan threw a punch, and it sent Wang Yaozu stumbling to the side.

At that moment, Wang Yaozu hadn't even reacted before he fell flat on the ground, his face showing a look of astonishment.

"Damn!"

"You actually dare to lay hands on me?"

"Brothers, get him!"

Wang Yaozu immediately issued an order to his men right there.

Hearing that, his men rushed forward at once, ready to deal with Jiangnan.

However, just then.

"Stop!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly walked over, his face full of anxiety as he came up to Jiangnan and said, "Mr. Jiang, I have failed in educating my son; please punish him!"

"These two unfilial brats dared to be so disrespectful to Mr. Jiang today; if I hadn't just received your message, Mr. Jiang, they'd probably have caused even more trouble!"

That middle-aged man bowed deeply to Jiangnan in utter humility.

Jiangnan, however, spoke calmly yet firmly: "Wang Jianghe, your two sons have quite the temper—any disagreement and they want to lay hands on me?"

"They even tried to hit on my woman right in front of me, and just now your second son not only disturbed my meal but also wanted to fight me—how do you propose we settle this?"

Jiangnan's tone was natural, yet carried a hint of threat.

Upon hearing that, the middle-aged man named Wang Jianghe immediately broke into a sweat, his face tense as he said, "Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment!"

"I'll take care of it right now!"

The next second, Wang Jianghe stepped up to Wang Yaozu and slapped him.

"Smack!"

The crisp slap echoed through the restaurant.

At that moment, Wang Yaozu looked at his father, bewildered, and asked, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

"Hmph, don't you know why I hit you?"

"You dare to offend Mr. Jiang—how many heads do you two have to lose?"

"And you, you unfilial brat, come over here too!"