"Huh? Y-you're Damian Zeng? The eldest son of the Zeng Family?!" Shawn Young couldn't help but be shocked. After all, the chubby guy in front of him was nothing like the rich heir he had imagined.
"Uh—of course! Pretty much everyone here knows me! No way I could fake it!" Damian Zeng said with a carefree grin.
"Oh, I-I just wasn't expecting it—" Shawn Young started to sweat a little. He really hadn't thought he'd run into his "love rival" Damian Zeng in a situation like this.
"Didn't expect it? Heh—so, bro, you don't know me? Looks like you snuck in here, huh?!" Damian Zeng asked with a mischievous grin.
"Uh—I—I really don't know you, but I didn't sneak in. I came with Darren Yang!" Shawn Young thought for a moment, then dropped Top Dog's name to Damian Zeng. After all, he hadn't seen Sylvia Snow yet, so it was best to hide his real intentions for now.
"Oh—you, you came with Top Dog?" Damian Zeng's expression instantly changed, and his tone suddenly became much more polite.
"Yeah, I'm his friend," Shawn Young replied calmly.
"Oh, haha—Top Dog's friend! Welcome, welcome! No wonder, the moment I saw you, I thought you looked like a real gentleman—so dashing and charismatic!" Damian Zeng kept showering Shawn Young with compliments.
Shawn Young felt like Damian Zeng was praising him to the point of turning him into a flower. He found it both confusing and hilarious, and quickly waved his hand, just about to come up with a few lines to brush him off. At that moment, Darren Yang's voice popped up nearby: "Damn it, Damian Zeng, you idiot—are those the only compliments you know? Can't you come up with anything new?!"
When Damian Zeng heard Darren Yang's voice, his face instantly changed. He turned around and saw Darren Yang standing behind him, glaring with utter disdain.
He looked like he'd been struck by lightning, quickly jumping to his feet with a terrified smile and nervously said to Darren Yang, "T-Top Dog, w-what brings you here? You didn't even give me a heads-up?"
"Damn it! I came to your place to give you face, and you think I need to notify you? Who the hell do you think you are? What, last time I roughed you up, you didn't get enough? Want another round?" Darren Yang shouted arrogantly at Damian Zeng.
"Uh—no! No! That's not what I meant, Top Dog, you misunderstood. I just meant—if you'd told me, I would've made sure to welcome you properly!" Damian Zeng quickly explained, his face full of panic.
"Welcome me? Didn't I mess you up enough last time, you fat idiot? You should hate me! Why would you be so eager to welcome me?! What are you up to, you fatso?" Darren Yang pressed on, relentless.
"Uh—it's a misunderstanding, totally a misunderstanding! About last time, I—I didn't know any better and offended you, Top Dog! So you beat—no, you taught me a lesson, and I deserved it. I've learned my lesson and I'm much better now. How could I hate you? I wouldn't dare, not in a million years! Top Dog, you're like a god in my eyes—haha—" Damian Zeng kept smiling nervously, looking utterly terrified.
"Damn it, I'm no god! I know exactly what I am—just another gangster kid! Not much different from you, rich boy. I just have more guys working for me, that's all!" Darren Yang sneered at him.
"Yes, yes, yes! Strength in numbers, that's because you're so respected, Top Dog! That's why so many brothers follow you! Like this guy—he looks pretty impressive!" Damian Zeng said, pointing at Shawn Young.
"Bullshit! Fatso, I don't have any damn respect—I'm just like you, with a badass dad backing me up! Otherwise, who the hell would give us any face? And by the way—let me make it clear, the guy next to you isn't my lackey!" Darren Yang rolled his eyes.
"Huh? Then he—" Damian Zeng was stunned.
"Heh—fatso, he's my dad's boss! Surprised? He's the real big shot! In the world of the streets, he's two generations above me! If he were my lackey, I'd be hacked to pieces in no time!" Darren Yang said coldly.
Damian Zeng was stunned at first, then started laughing to himself, "Huh? H-he's Uncle Yang's boss? How come I've never heard of him?! Oh—I get it, Top Dog, you're messing with me. You're so funny, always joking around! Haha—"
But Darren Yang's face changed, and he stepped forward, grabbed Damian Zeng by the collar, pulled him close, and pinched his chubby chin. "Fatso, I'm not joking! Everything I just said is the damn truth. Got it?"
"Uh—got it, got it! I understand!" Damian Zeng nodded frantically, his face pale with fear.
"Heh—fatso, you'd better listen up—if you still don't get what I'm saying, you won't get another chance!" Darren Yang sneered.
"Ah! I-I totally understand, I do!!" Damian Zeng felt Darren Yang's murderous aura and started shouting in panic.
"Hmph—good! I can't stand smartasses!" Darren Yang said, then slapped Damian Zeng's chubby face and finally let him go. "Pffft—" As soon as Darren Yang released him, Damian Zeng's nerves relaxed and he let out a loud fart!
"What the hell! Fatso, why the *** did you just fart?! Is that your way of showing you're pissed at me?" Darren Yang jumped back, pinching his nose and cursing at Damian Zeng.
"Ah! I-I didn't mean to, I just—felt your combined aura was so powerful, I couldn't help but feel the urge to worship you—" Damian Zeng wailed, trying to explain, but then his pants let out another series of loud farts, "Pffft—pffft—pffft—"
"Damn it! Fatso, are you trying to get yourself killed?! Worship us by farting? Who the hell does that?!" Darren Yang yelled fiercely.
"Ah—I didn't mean to, Top Dog! I really couldn't help it—please don't misunderstand me—I'm not doing it on purpose—" Faced with Darren Yang's aggressive questioning, Damian Zeng was nearly in tears.
Darren Yang's eyes shifted, his expression suddenly softened. He walked up, patted Damian Zeng on the shoulder, and grinned slyly, "Heh, fatso, just so you know, I really was messing with you just now! So, how was it? Fun? Exciting?"
"Huh? F-fun, super exciting—Top Dog, you really know how to mess with people! I never saw it coming—" Damian Zeng managed a smile uglier than crying.
"Hell, look at you, so dumb—if you could see through me, I'd be out of business!" Darren Yang rolled his eyes.
"Right, right, right, Top Dog, you're so deep and mysterious! My pig-brain can't figure you out! Haha—" Damian Zeng just kept agreeing.
"Fatso, why are you so scared of me? I heard today's your big day! That's why I came to congratulate you—you should be happy, damn it!" Darren Yang sneered.