Codex of Ecstasy -
All the socialites and rich kids instantly recognized Darren Yang. As they watched him viciously slap Damian Zeng, even those who were friendly with Damian didn’t dare step in.
After all, Darren Yang was Hong Kong’s most notorious bad boy—a real handful and the king of the second-generation gangsters! If you pissed him off, you might just find yourself chased down the street by a bunch of thugs with knives. Stuff like that had happened more than once: some clueless rich kid would offend Darren, and his boys would leave them half-dead. Darren’s reputation for trouble was legendary!
“What the hell are you all staring at? Never seen me smack someone before? Keep gawking and I’ll smack you too! Get lost! Go do whatever you were doing!” Darren Yang shouted at the crowd, his voice booming.
The moment he finished, the crowd of socialites and rich kids scattered like startled birds. Nobody wanted to mess with a walking disaster like Darren Yang!
With everyone gone, Damian Zeng—dizzy from the beating—finally couldn’t hold back and started begging: “Please, Top Dog, I know I was wrong! I’m begging you, let me go! Today’s supposed to be my big engagement party! Can’t you cut me some slack?”
“Damn it—Fatty, you still dare mention your engagement?! Did you think I was talking nonsense just now?! Let me spell it out—if you keep this engagement party going, you’re picking a fight with me and the Hung Society! If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and try!” Darren Yang snarled.
“I—I don’t dare! I won’t marry Sylvia Snow!” Damian Zeng wailed, his face twisted in misery. After a pause, he added, “But—Top Dog, my dad invited tons of people tonight. If I suddenly cancel everything, he’s definitely not going to take it well!”
“Ugh—your old man loves putting on a show. What a pain!” Darren Yang grumbled, loosening his grip on Damian Zeng and frowning.
For all his swagger, Darren Yang knew his limits. He could handle Damian Zeng, but he had no confidence against Damian’s father, Gordon Zeng! Gordon was a heavyweight, a business shark who’d ruled Hong Kong’s elite circles for decades. His connections ran deep, and his reputation was even older than Martin Yang’s. Compared to his bumbling son, Gordon Zeng was in a whole different league!
Yeah, exactly! My dad already sent out all the invitations for tonight’s banquet. If I suddenly cancel, he’ll kill me!' Damian thought mentioning his father would make Darren Yang hesitate.
Damn it, you keep going and I’ll beat you to death right now!' Darren Yang grabbed Damian Zeng again, ready to hit him.
No, please, Top Dog! I don’t want this either, but I can’t get past my dad. Even if I refuse to marry Sylvia Snow, he’ll still force me! What am I supposed to do, Top Dog?' Damian cried out in frustration.
Uh—' Darren Yang paused, realizing Damian had a point. He stopped, glanced at Shawn Young, and shrugged, looking helpless. 'Boss Shawn, I’ve done my best to deal with this fat guy, but if you want Sylvia Snow not to marry him, you’ll have to handle his dad, Gordon Zeng. I can’t take on that old man, so this is as far as I can help. What’s your plan?'
Uh—' Shawn Young hadn’t expected Darren Yang’s whole fuss was for his sake and Sylvia’s. Surprised, he took a deep breath, then looked at Damian Zeng and said coldly, 'Fine. I didn’t come here to make trouble, but let me be clear—Sylvia Snow is my woman. Anyone who tries to take her from me is my enemy! And as for my enemies—hmph—'
As he spoke, Shawn Young raised his hand, sending out a burst of true energy—a 'Palm Thunder'—blue lightning flashed and—boom! The Italian leather sofa nearby exploded into pieces.
Whoa—Shawn, did you bring a grenade?! That’s insane!' Darren Yang jumped in shock, thinking Shawn had thrown a real grenade.
Not a grenade! It’s this—' Shawn Young, realizing the misunderstanding, channeled his true energy and grabbed the air. Instantly, Damian Zeng was lifted off the ground, feet dangling, face turning purple as if an invisible force was choking him. He struggled desperately, kicking and flailing, but couldn’t make a sound.
Whoa! Is that—magic?! Incredible!' Darren Yang, who’d seen a lot, finally understood why Shawn Young commanded so much respect. He possessed terrifying powers!
That’s right. Anyone who tries to steal my woman will end up like that sofa!' Shawn Young said coolly, then withdrew his energy. Damian Zeng crashed to the floor, trembling, unable to get up for a long time.
Actually, Damian Zeng didn’t dare get up. Shawn Young was even scarier than Darren Yang. When Shawn grabbed him out of thin air, Damian couldn’t break free, nearly suffocating. The terror was overwhelming—he’d never felt death so close before.
The murderous aura Shawn Young radiated drilled into Damian’s bones. He was sure that if he or his family opposed Shawn, the consequences would be disastrous. Shawn could easily wipe out anyone in his way. Darren Yang felt like a walking disaster, but Shawn Young was a true god of death—unstoppable.
Come on, Fatty, get up! Stop playing dead!' Darren Yang saw Damian Zeng trembling on the floor and thought he was faking. He shouted and pulled him up.
But Damian’s reaction shocked Darren Yang—his face was twisted in terror, pale, eyes bulging, tongue out, gasping for breath, sweat pouring down. His fat face was frozen in horror. It was scary to look at.
Ah—' Darren Yang recoiled, letting go of Damian Zeng. He whispered to Shawn Young, 'Boss Shawn, Damian’s awful, but he doesn’t deserve to die. You’re not really going to kill him in his own house, are you?'
Shawn Young gave a cold laugh and shook his head. 'I’m not killing him. I’m just teaching him a lesson. Hmph.'
With a gentle wave of his hand, Shawn Young sent a soft, invisible stream of true energy to Damian Zeng. Damian collapsed, shivered, then suddenly sat up, his face back to normal but eyes dazed, as if waking from a deep dream.