Miss Zhao, what do you think about this?
After a moment, Ethan Ye smiled and asked Zoe Zhao again.
I’ll listen to him.
Zoe Zhao pointed at Ian Song.
So Ethan Ye turned to Ian Song: 'Mr. Song, this really was just a misunderstanding. As long as you’re willing to let bygones be bygones, you’ll be my friend from now on!'
'If I don’t agree, does that make me your enemy?' Ian Song said with a half-smile.
Don’t know what’s good for you!
Ethan Ye’s face darkened, his gaze turning colder. He might obey the Nangong Family’s order not to provoke the Zhao siblings, but when it came to a pretty boy clinging to Zoe Zhao, he didn’t care much.
Mr. Song, if this keeps going, it won’t do either of us any good. I hope you’ll think it over. Besides, Mr. Wang will give you some compensation. You weren’t really hurt, so why not let it go?
Yes, Mr. Song, it was my fault before. This check is a little something to calm your nerves.' As he spoke, Leonard Wang whipped out his checkbook and quickly wrote a number, handing it to Ian Song.
Ian Song glanced at it and saw the amount was one million.
Seeing that Ian Song didn’t take the check, Leonard Wang tore it up with a flourish and wrote another for two million, handing it over: "Mr. Song, are you satisfied now?"
Heh." Ian Song chuckled.
Seeing Ian Song still didn’t reach out, Leonard Wang grew annoyed: "Mr. Song, why don’t you name your price?"
Ten billion. Do you have that?" Ian Song said coolly.
Mr. Song, you’re being unreasonable!
Ethan Ye barked coldly from the side.
What’s unreasonable?" Ian Song retorted.
Ethan Ye sneered: "Mr. Song, you should understand, all you rely on is the Zhao siblings, but that’s not your real strength. So you’d better keep a low profile!"
Who says he needs to rely on us siblings?
Zoe Zhao couldn’t help but laugh. The reason she and her brother were valued by the Zhao family was, frankly, thanks to Ian Song. Now, this guy was claiming Ian had to rely on them—a complete joke.
Hearing this, Ethan Ye gave Ian Song a suspicious look. "Does this kid have some big background?"
Mr. Song…!
Ian Song raised his hand to stop Ethan Ye from saying more, then said meaningfully, "Let’s wait until the person I called gets here."
Fine, we’ll do as Mr. Song says! Ethan Ye gritted his teeth. He didn’t believe this kid could really call in someone impressive.
Soon, more than ten minutes passed.
Suddenly, the roar of a car engine came from outside the warehouse. A middle-aged man with an imposing presence rushed in, looking anxious, followed by an elderly man.
The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Ethan Ye was shocked.
He hurried forward, bowing: "Greetings, Master!"
But Nathan Nangong ignored him completely, not even glancing his way. He strode over to Ian Song, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Young Master Song, I’m here. What are your orders?"
Seeing Nathan Nangong’s extreme respect, Ethan Ye was utterly shocked.
Who was Nathan Nangong?
The head of the Nangong Family, the 'local emperor' of Riverstone City. Even the top municipal leaders treated him with utmost respect. The city’s underworld was also under his control.
If such a wealthy and powerful man was so respectful to a young man, then just who was this young man?
At the same time, Ethan Ye recalled Zoe Zhao’s words—who said he needed to rely on us siblings.
He also remembered a detail: when Ian Song made that phone call, his tone was commanding. Nathan Nangong arrived within twenty minutes. Most likely, Ian had called Nathan himself.
He’d used a commanding tone with Nathan Nangong, and Nathan hadn’t gotten angry—instead, he’d come running. Anyone could tell this young man had an extraordinary background.
Thinking of this, Ethan Ye broke out in a cold sweat. He might be the boss of Riverstone City’s underworld, but he was still just a lackey of the Nangong Family. He could act tough in front of outsiders, but to the Nangongs, he was just a dog.
Would the Nangong Family hesitate to deal with a dog?
No.
"He’s one of your Nangong Family people?" Ian Song glanced at Ethan Ye and asked.
"He’s just a peripheral member of our Nangong Family!" Nathan Nangong said. "Did he offend you? If so, I guarantee he’ll disappear before tonight!"
Hearing Nathan Nangong’s cold, murderous words, Ethan Ye couldn’t hold out any longer—he dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly: "Young Master Song, Patriarch, I was wrong! Please spare my life!"
Meanwhile, Leonard Wang watched as the underworld boss of Riverstone City knelt and begged for mercy, nearly scared out of his wits.
Suddenly, Ian Song frowned and glanced at Leonard Wang—the guy had wet himself, and a foul stench wafted from his body.
"Yuntian, I’ll leave things here to you. Xiaoyu, let’s go!"
Ian Song took Zoe Zhao’s hand and walked out of the warehouse.
"Respectfully seeing Young Master Song off!"
Nathan Nangong bowed to send them off, and the others followed suit.
5:40 PM.
Ian Song and Zoe Zhao arrived at a restaurant.
This was the place where Zoe Zhao’s two dorm rooms had arranged to eat together.
"Which private room are you in?"
Zoe Zhao asked on the phone.
After getting the room number, the two went straight inside and arrived at a private room on the second floor.
Everyone else was already there—four men and three women.
Seeing Zoe Zhao bring a guy, the three girls were all surprised—and one of the boys’ faces turned dark.
"Xiaoyu, who’s this? Is he your boyfriend?"
One of the girls sized up Ian Song curiously and asked with a smile. This girl had a big mouth but was decent-looking—her name was Lily Zhang, the dorm leader.
"Hello, Lily Zhang, I’m Ian Song—Xiaoyu’s friend!"
"Wow, little brother, you sure know how to talk!" Another voluptuous girl teased—her name was Yvonne Lin, the second eldest in the dorm, known for her bold personality and love of jokes.
"Hello, Yvonne Lin. Nice to meet you," Ian Song said, smiling and offering his hand.
"How’d you know I’m Yvonne Lin?" Yvonne shook hands with Ian.
"Xiaoyu said the most explosively curvy girl would definitely be Yvonne Lin." Ian Song smiled.
"Haha, you really know how to flatter!"
Yvonne Lin laughed uproariously, her chest heaving.
The last girl, with slightly darker skin, was the youngest in the dorm—April Zhou, from the countryside, shy by nature.
Seeing Ian Song instantly blend in with the girls, the boy who’d been scowling looked even more annoyed.