Brandon Yang stood up and smashed his beer can on the ground with all his might. With a loud smack, the half-finished beer splashed everywhere.
Ivy Deng and the others looked up in confusion, glancing over at Brandon Yang who was now standing.
Ken Feng and Hank Chu were startled and shot to their feet.
Right now, Brandon Yang’s face was full of arrogance. He pointed at Evan Lin sitting across from him and laughed loudly: “Damn! Kid, if you hadn’t shown up, I was planning to hunt you down in Minghai, but I can’t believe you actually delivered yourself!”
“Once my brother gets here, I’ll settle that score from River City! All my life, no one’s ever dared lay a hand on me, but you not only hit me, you made me lie in a hospital bed for days! Tonight, you’ll pay for what you did!”
Brandon Yang’s voice was loud and clear.
Hank Chu’s face changed as he looked at the swaggering Brandon Yang. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the motorcycle gang kicking up dust on the road, and anxiety filled his face.
Ken Feng swallowed hard. Seeing things spiraling out of control, his expression grew ugly.
Ken Feng took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Brother Yang, what do you mean? Weren’t we just chatting happily?”
Before Ken Feng even finished, Brandon Yang shot him a contemptuous look. “Chatting happily? Who do you think you are? You think you’re worthy of chatting happily with me?”
You and Hank Chu—do you really not know what you are? Your dad actually wants to compete with my dad for a project? Ridiculous!
And that Hank Chu, does he even know what he is? Both his parents are factory workers—no money, no status, nothing worth a damn. And he still wants to chase after Amelia Jiao? Does he even deserve it? He’s just a toad lusting after swan meat, shameless!
Brandon Yang’s face was full of scorn. As soon as he finished, Max Ma’s smile widened, and he glanced at Ken Feng and the others with amusement, as if looking at a bunch of clowns.
This was exactly how Brandon Yang was supposed to act!
Everyone else was grinning, their eyes fixed on Hank Chu. Over by the side, Amelia Jiao heard this and glanced at Hank, only to find him looking right back at her.
Amelia Jiao frowned slightly and spoke softly, “Sorry, but there’s no way it could happen between us. Please don’t waste any more time on me.”
Hahaha, see that, Hank Chu? I told you, you’re just a toad dreaming of swan meat!
Hearing Amelia’s response, Brandon Yang broke into a wild grin. Hank Chu’s eyes went red with anger. “Screw you! You damn mutt! All you do is run your mouth!”
Hank Chu shoved Ken Feng aside, cursed loudly, and launched a full-force kick at Brandon Yang.
Brandon Yang was standing on one leg, and with Hank Chu’s natural strength and pent-up rage, the kick sent Brandon Yang flying.
Hey! Hank Chu, that’s a bit much, isn’t it? Brandon Yang was just telling it like it is!
Over there, seeing Hank Chu kick Brandon Yang to the ground, Max Ma and a few boys immediately stood up, glaring at Hank with disapproval.
You dare kick me? Brandon Yang propped himself up with one hand, looking battered as he glared fiercely at Hank Chu.
“Enough, enough—let’s get out of here, what are we waiting for?” Ken Feng saw the biker gang getting closer and tried to drag Hank Chu and Evan Lin to their bikes to escape.
But they were quickly blocked by Max Ma and his crew.
Why so eager to bail? Hit someone and then run? That’s not right, is it? Max Ma sneered coldly.
Evan Lin glanced at him, his eyes calm. "It really isn’t right. He’s only kicked once—how could it end so easily?"
Evan’s words left Max Ma and the others stunned.
Ivy Deng frowned, puzzled, watching Evan’s back. She thought he was just ridiculously arrogant—and maybe a little scary.
Only kicked once?
The way Evan said it sounded strange to everyone.
Brandon Yang acted like a cat whose tail had just been stomped, glaring viciously at Evan Lin. “If you’ve got guts, don’t run! If I don’t break your legs tonight, I’ll take your last name!”
Brandon Yang kept shouting.
The motorcycle gang rolled in, engines roaring louder and louder. Ten bikes in all, each with two riders—the ones in back gripping iron pipes, their hair flying in the wind.
The leader looked slick and cocky, chewing gum as the bikers circled the barbecue stall twice before finally slowing to a stop.
Brandon, what’s with this mess? You’re making me look bad.
Brian Yang planted one foot on the ground and kicked the stand down, then got off the bike and strode toward Brandon Yang.
He tightened his motorcycle gloves, and the thugs behind him—all carrying steel pipes—scanned the barbecue crowd, their eyes lingering especially on the girls.
Those wolfish stares made Ivy Deng, Amelia Jiao, and the other girls deeply uncomfortable.
Brian Yang stood about six-foot-one, with dark skin and thick calluses on his fists from years of boxing. He walked up to Brandon Yang, grabbed him off the ground with one hand, and brushed the dust from his clothes.
With Brian Yang’s arrival, the boys who’d been noisy suddenly held their breath.
Ken Feng’s face looked grim, Hank Chu turned pale, and Evan Lin glanced at Brian with casual indifference.
“Was it you who kicked my brother just now?” Brian Yang turned and asked Hank Chu in a cool voice.
His whole presence was intimidating, especially his hawk-like eyes, sharp and threatening.
Hank Chu didn’t say a word.
Ken Feng tried to step in with a smile, but Brian Yang shot him a cold glare and he froze in place.
Off to the side, Max Ma watched Brian Yang and smiled.
Brandon Yang, eyes full of venom, glared at Hank Chu. “Bro! It was this loser who kicked me!”
And that kid behind him, Evan Lin—that’s the one I told you about, the guy who broke my leg in River City!
I even mentioned your name, but he said you were nothing, and even if you were here, he’d cripple you too!
Brandon Yang practically shouted these words, his eyes burning with fanatic excitement. But when he looked at Evan Lin and saw that the kid was still perfectly calm, his heart suddenly tightened for no reason.