"You look like you want to make a call for reinforcements? Sure, I’ll give you a minute, the more people, the better, call everyone you can! And be sure to give them my name, I’m Ye Qingfeng!"
Ye Qingfeng was in a foul mood today; he just wanted to step on someone.
He sneered and said coldly, "Remember, call as many as you can, I’m afraid too few people won’t be enough for me to fight!"
Ye Qingfeng’s arrogance caused many around to turn their heads. Those who knew Chen Zehai wore mocking expressions, thinking to themselves that Ye Qingfeng was courting death.
Even if the Chen Family wasn’t the top elite family in Yanjing, it was still a major lineage. Chen Zehai calling for help was as easy as pie.
Yu Shuang shook her head slightly, thinking Ye Qingfeng must have drunk too much to be so audacious.
"Ah, all other men are indeed useless hotheads. Only the ’Crown Prince’ is worthy of having me, Yu Shuang, by his side!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zehai was overjoyed, quickly pulling out his phone to make a call.
"Xiaohai? What’s up?"
A young voice came from the other end of the line.
"Bro, hurry up and come to Huanhuan Bar, someone’s after me, and I can’t handle him!"
Chen Zehai said urgently.
The person on the other end was taken aback and asked, "Is it someone from another prominent family?"
Chen Zehai replied, "No, just some kid, but he’s tough, bring more people!"
The person was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "A kid dares to target you? What’s his name?"
"He said his name is Ye Qingfeng!"
As soon as Chen Zehai replied, a roar came from the other end of the line.
"What did you say? Ye Qingfeng?"
Chen Zehai sensed something was wrong but confirmed it once more.
"You idiot, how did you manage to provoke him?"
The man yelled angrily, "No matter what’s happened, apologize to him yourself, don’t drag me into this!"
Chen Zehai was stunned and asked, bewildered, "Big brother, why?"
"Why?" The man shouted angrily, "A few days ago, at ’Huaxin,’ he beat up over a dozen members of the Black Tiger Association and even blinded one of them, and Wei Wuming himself couldn’t do anything to him. You dare provoke him? Looking for death?"
Chen Zehai’s face changed dramatically, barely able to believe his ears.
Who was Wei Wuming, the "Crown Prince" of Yanjing, hailed as the most talented heir in the Wei Family’s history, an outstanding martial arts master among Huaxia’s younger generation? The Black Tiger Association he founded has become the largest elite alliance in Yanjing.
Compared to him, Chen Zehai was nothing but dust.
Yet Ye Qingfeng actually beat up Black Tiger Association members, and even Wei Wuming couldn’t subdue him; how could this be possible?
"Big brother, why is this?"
Chen Zehai was still not giving up, asking in a trembling voice.
After a long silence, the person on the other end finally replied, "Because..."
"He is the son of Ye Yan, the nephew of Ye Gang! A member of the Ye Family..."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Chen Zehai standing there in a daze, his expression complicated.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng’s cold voice rang out, shocking him to his core.
In the next moment, something shocking occurred: Chen Zehai suddenly rushed forward, grabbed a beer bottle from Ye Qingfeng’s table, and smashed it onto his own forehead.
The bottle shattered, blood flowed, and Chen Zehai endured the excruciating pain, asking in terror, "Young Master Ye, is this good enough?"
The crowd was even more astonished; Chen Zehai, the eldest son of the Chen Family, actually obediently smashed a bottle on his head as told? Moreover, he looked terrified, not daring to show any discontent, and even seeking Ye Qingfeng’s approval.
Who exactly was this young man?
"Why is Chen Zehai so afraid of him?"
Yu Shuang’s beautiful eyes shimmered with curiosity about Ye Qingfeng’s identity.
Ye Qingfeng waved his hand lightly as if shooing away a fly. Chen Zehai, as if granted amnesty, quickly fled the bar, not daring to linger.
Guan Yu and Xu Jing opened their mouths but couldn’t utter a word. They had already tried their best to overestimate Ye Qingfeng’s capabilities, yet now they realized they had still grossly underestimated him.
As for that seductive woman, she was already paralyzed with fear, and the surrounding crowd silently watched. Many women looked at Ye Qingfeng with admiration and reverence, including Yu Shuang’s three roommates.
Ye Qingfeng sat down and continued drinking, but no one dared to approach his table anymore, everyone stepped back cautiously.
Yu Shuang hesitated, holding a wine glass, wanting to say a few words to Ye Qingfeng when her phone rang suddenly.
She took out her phone, and her eyes lit up.
The caller ID displayed only two words: Crown Prince!
"Crown Prince, hello. Ah! Going to the Panshan Highway Race Track? Really? That’s great. I’m at Huanhuan Bar on the outer ring, I’ll come out to meet you!"
Hanging up the phone, Yu Shuang was filled with joy.
Ever since joining the Black Tiger Association, she immediately gained the appreciation of the ’Crown Prince’ Wei Wuming, promoted as his representative. Previously, Wei Wuming had been indifferent to her, but today, he personally called to invite her out; how could she not be excited?
This was the "Crown Prince" of Yanjing, a future king. If she could pair up with Wei Wuming, she would become Yanjing’s "Crown Princess Consort," enjoying endless respect and honor.
Thinking of this, she stood up and bid farewell to everyone, leaving the bar with confident steps. Before leaving, she specifically glanced at Ye Qingfeng, but this glance carried a sense of superior dismissiveness.
Though Ye Qingfeng might have a significant identity, how could it compare to Wei Wuming, the king among Huaxia’s younger generation? If she succeeded in capturing Wei Wuming’s heart, Ye Qingfeng would have to act respectful before her.
"Gone, but still staring!"
Guan Yu and Xu Jing were disheartened by Yu Shuang’s departure when a delicate-looking girl across the table suddenly burst out laughing.
"Do you know whose person our Yu, the top school beauty, belongs to? She is the mouthpiece for the Black Tiger Association, and Yanjing’s ’Crown Prince’ Wei Wuming values her highly."
"Her heart only sees Young Master Wei, you guys don’t even think about it!"
Upon hearing this, Guan Yu and Xu Jing lowered their heads, realizing that the name Wei Wuming was someone that 90% of their generation looked up to, and there was no way they could compare to him.
Wan Moting, on the other side, glanced at Ye Qingfeng, sneering quietly to himself.
"Wei Wuming? Compared to Ye Jiujie, who has never lost a hundred battles and can wield Thunder Power, he’s far, far inferior. It’s laughable how ignorant you people are, not knowing a True God is among you!"
About twenty minutes after Yu Shuang left, Ye Qingfeng, who was drinking, suddenly received a call from Ye Lei.
"Oh? To watch you race at the Panshan Highway Race Track, against Wei Wuming?"
"Brothers, keep drinking here, I’ve got something to do, I’m off!"
Ye Qingfeng greeted Wan Moting and the others, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and walked out the door.