Chapter 122: Winning the Bet Agreement

Everyone stared at each other, doubt flashing in their eyes.

"Yes, this Imperial Green—could it be fake?"

After all, this Raw Stone doesn't look like it could produce Imperial Green no matter how you look at it.

Behind Young Master Chen, several burly men in black suits heard the words and quickly closed in.

Each was towering, muscles bulging, temples puffed, eyes fierce—clearly martial practitioners.

These men are bodyguards that Young Master Chen hired with heavy money, each exceptionally skilled.

Xia Yurou's complexion changed; she swiftly stepped in front of Jiangnan, her delicate body tense like a mother leopard protecting its cub.

"Chen Haonan, what do you want to do?"

Her voice was icy, her gaze sharp.

"We don't want this Imperial Green; let this matter end here!"

Chen Haonan's eyes flickered; he stared at Xia Yurou, a grim smile curling at his mouth.

"End it here?"

"Xia Yurou, do you think I'm a fool?"

"This kid publicly humiliates me, making me unable to step down; you think I'd let him go so easily?"

"Today, he must give me an answer!"

Jiangnan gently pushed aside Xia Yurou, stepped forward, and stared straight at Chen Haonan.

"Willing to Accept Loss."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"What, you want to deny?"

Chen Haonan, being stared at by Jiangnan's deep eyes, felt an inexplicable panic.

He forced himself to stay calm, sneering.

"Willing to Accept Loss?"

"What are you, and how dare you discuss the Bet Agreement with me?"

"I'm telling you, this won't end today!"

"Men, give me…"

Before his words finished, he suddenly felt his wrist tighten, a sharp pain shooting through.

He looked down and saw Jiangnan's hand, somehow already gripping his wrist.

That hand, slender and strong, joints distinct, like iron tongs, held him firmly.

"Ah…"

Chen Haonan let out a wretched scream, cold sweat instantly forming on his forehead.

He felt his wrist as if it were being crushed.

"You… you let go of me!"

He struggled, but found his body unable to move.

An invisible force locked him firmly in place.

"Willing to Accept Loss."

Jiangnan spoke again, his voice still calm, but with a chilling tremor.

"Publicly admit you are a Clown, or I will make it respectable for you."

Chen Haonan's face turned deathly pale; he looked at Jiangnan's icy eyes, a fear unlike any before rising in his heart.

He had no doubt that if he didn't obey, he would indeed be killed.

"I… I…"

His lips trembled, unable to utter a full sentence.

"Young Master Chen!"

At that moment, a burly man in black suddenly sprang up, his figure like lightning, a punch thundering toward Jiangnan's temple.

The punch, massive and heavy, whistling with wind, clearly exerted full force.

Xia Yurou gasped, trying to warn Jiangnan, but it was too late.

Everyone's eyes widened, watching this perilous scene.

However, Jiangnan seemed as if he hadn't seen the punch; he remained still, watching Chen Haonan.

Just as the fist was about to strike Jiangnan, he moved.

He lifted a foot, striking from behind, hitting the man's chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud; the man flew backward like a kite with its line cut, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Puff!"

He spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his body convulsed a few times, then fell still.

The whole venue fell dead silent.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene, eyes full of disbelief.

"One kick!"

Just one kick, and the formidable expert was kicked into a state of life-or-death uncertainty!

"This… what terrifying power is this?"

Chen Haonan was even more terrified, his soul scattered, he looked at Jiangnan, eyes full of fear.

At that moment, he truly realized how terrifying a being he had provoked.

"Now, do you still want to deny it?"

Jiangnan looked at Chen Haonan, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

Chen Haonan's body trembled; he lowered his head, his voice shaking.

"I... I concede defeat."

"I... I am a Clown."

His voice was faint, yet in the silent crowd it sounded unusually clear.

The crowd gasped.

No one expected that the illustrious heir of the Chen Family would publicly admit he was a Clown.

It was even more painful than killing him.

Xia Yurou looked at Jiangnan, her eyes flashing with varied colors.

This man always managed to surprise her.

Who exactly is he?

Why is he so powerful?

"Get out."

Jiangnan released Chen Haonan's hand and spoke lightly.

Chen Haonan, as if pardoned, rolled and crawled to his feet, leading a few of his men, and fled in a hasty scramble.

Xia Yurou stared blankly at Jiangnan, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"You... you actually really... did something to Chen Haonan...?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the shock.

Jiangnan gave a gentle nod, his gaze as calm as water.

"Jumping Clown, no need to mind."

His tone was indifferent, as if what he had just done was a trivial matter.

Xia Yurou took a deep breath, striving to calm the shock within her.

"But... the Chen Family holds great power in Yun Province; won't this cause trouble?"

She looked at Jiangnan with worry.

"How about you first return to Jinghai for a while?"

Jiangnan shook his head slightly.

"No problem."

He turned, his eyes landing on the crystal‑clear Imperial Green Jade.

"This Jade, I give to you."

Xia Yurou was startled, quickly waving her hand.

"This... this is too valuable, I can't accept it!"

This Imperial Green is a treasure worth a fortune; how could she take it?

"You provided the information on the Five-colored Spirit Stone; consider this a token of thanks."

Jiangnan's tone left no room for doubt.

"But..."

Xia Yurou still tried to decline, but Jiangnan cut her off.

"No need for more words, just take it."

His gaze was deep, as if he could see through her thoughts.

A warmth rose in Xia Yurou's heart; she knew Jiangnan was sincerely thanking her.

After a round of refusals, Xia Yurou finally accepted the Imperial Green.

She cradled the Jade gingerly, feeling its warm smoothness and delicate texture, as if it possessed a life of its own.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

She was genuinely grateful.

"You're welcome."

Jiangnan replied lightly.

Xia Yurou looked at the Imperial Green in her hand, solemnly securing it.

Now that she has the Imperial Green, it couldn't be more fitting as a greeting gift for Zhou Laoyezi!

The two no longer lingered, but left the Antique Market immediately.

After about an hour's ride, the two finally arrived at the Xishuangzhou Aoran Villa District where the Zhou Mansion stands.

Xia Yurou held a delicate Brocade Box in her hands, inside which lay the crystal‑clear Imperial Green Jade.

She walked lightly, her face radiating anticipation.

"Mr. Jiang, do you think Zhou Laoyezi will like this gift?"

Jiangnan's gaze was calm.

"He will."

His tone was confident, as if he had already seen everything.