YM778.TV Chapter 374: Are You Insane to Offend Him?
The one who was beaten suffered no injuries, while the ones who released their attacks suffered from injuries to different extents. Five Bosses felt like using their weapons in a hurry, just to find a fist falling down as reflected in their pupils. With an incessant bone-fracturing sound, another round of crippling pain was induced all across their bodies.
When they realized that they were being hit again, they had already laid down on the ground with fractured arms and legs, with the accompaniment of groaning voices.
"You people don’t want to fight against me for sure?" Qian Jin wore an awkward expression at the sight of Five Bosses. "If the Principal criticizes me for encroaching the school provisions, will you testify for me? To say that it was you who attacked me first and I was forced to fight back for fear of getting hurt?"
Was forced to do so? For fear of getting hurt? Five Bosses looked at Qian Jin while wondering how could this person talk such nonsense. It was us who released the attack and bore the injuries as a consequence. Given that you were as strong as a bear, what possible pain could we impose on you?
"So? Are you not going to testify for me? Ok, let’s go on fighting."
"No... no... no... no... no... We will appear as your witnesses."
"We will not only testify for you but also report our misdeed to the Principal upon returning."
"Sure we will."
"So..." Qian Jin patted the Five Bosses on their shoulders with a grateful look, "Thanks for the trouble."
"No trouble, none at all."
"All right. Thanks for the trouble." Qian Jin jumped onto the carriage, tossed the horsewhip and looked at the five people groveling on the ground. "Or maybe you can indict me to the Principal."
The Five Bosses shook their heads collectively, as they knew it made no use charging him in front of the Principal, who adopted the law of the fittest. Even if they complained about Qian Jin to her, no grave punishment would be imposed on him. He would at most be sentenced to run some laps in the playground.
As the horse galloped forward in a stream of clattering sound, Qian Jin looked up to the sinking sun, shook his head and uttered a sigh. Having come back to Yulee for less than a day, he had run into all a series of troubles, among which the most despondent one was about the son of the mayor. He wondered how the mayor would react if he threw his son out of Yulee City.
The last beam of sunlight dispersed with the horizon. The Zence Empire was enveloped in darkness once again.
York Leigh walked out of the exquisitely adorned carriage and stepped into the mayor’s dwelling, slightly fatigued. For the past few days, he had been increasingly worn out, due to the fact that the Torrent Battle Fort was gaining remarkable progress with the help of the saint-leveled Fabreidis.
Over a long time, the Torrent Battle Fort was the one being bullied by the other seven forces. But with the death of the leader of the Ray Family by Fabreidis due to his illegal act performed in the duel three months ago, the Torrent Battle Fort started an all-out attack on the Ray Family.
With a continuous loss of commercial channels and the decline of business operations, the Ray Family had been pushed to the edge of madness. If they eventually started a war against the Torrent Battle Fort, no one in Yulee City would escape the consequences. In the case of an imperial decree sent from the Holy Capital, the one who had to suffer was neither the Ray Family, nor the Torrent Battle Fort, but...
York Leigh rubbed his tingling temple softly. In fact, the other seven forces showed no substantial fear toward the rise of the Torrent Battle Fort, even with them gaining a lot of fortunes. After all, some special unions like the Blacksmith Union and Pharmacist Union had the crucial weak points of the Torrent Battle Fort at their fingertips, so they didn’t need to be fearful of it at all.
"However strong the Torrent Battle Fort might be, they would still call for weapons and items."
"However uncontrollable the Torrent Battle Fort might be, they knew that their warrior members couldn’t escape being injured, by which time they will have to pull wires to purchase potions."
As a matter of fact, the other seven forces were just afraid that in case of a firefight between the Ray Family and the Torrent Battle Fort, the aftermath of the fight would damage the interests of themselves. So over the past few days, they had been pressing the mayor.
"Why am I so unfortunate?" York Leigh looked to the sky and uttered a sigh. Today the Torrent Battle Fort had temporarily arrived at the agreement of not finding trouble with the Ray Family as they had already plundered a lot from the Rays. However, for some unknown unbelievable reasons, the Ray Family insisted on having the Torrent Battle Fort pay back their losses with the support of the Pharmacist Union and the Blacksmith Union.
"What a mayor I am serving as..." Walking into the lobby, York Leigh took over the towel passed by the servant and wiped his face. "Would there ever be a day me needing to worry so much?"
The reason for the Ray Family posing as a crucial force in Yulee lied in that they had members enjoying a high status in the circle of the blacksmiths and pharmacists who had now taken up the post of vice president in the respective two unions.
"Maybe the Bear Marc Gavin would be forced to give back some of the possessions they robbed from the Ray Family under the pressure from the two forces?" York Leigh slumped onto the sofa and placed the cold white towel on his forehead. "However, if the Ray Family insists on having the Torrent Battle Fort give back everything they have taken from them, Marc Gavin might be driven nuts and do something unexpected. Has the Ray Family gone crazy this time? "Father..."
Hearing the heartrending moaning outside the lobby, York Leigh turned back and saw his youngest son York Nord crawling over the ground with dust all over his body and tears on his face. "What’s wrong with you?!"
"Hey..." A sexy, enchanting, tearful middle-aged lady appeared behind York Nord. "Can’t you see this? Our son is beaten by someone else."
"Who beat you? Who longs for his doom?" York Leigh threw away the towel on his forehead at the tea table, the force of which smashed the table into a pile of wooden bits. "Darling, what’s this? Doesn’t the attacker know that Nord is my son?"
"Father, I have told him that my father is the mayor." York Nord raised his head surreptitiously and cast a grateful look at his mother, saying to himself that his mother was, by all means, the one who knew his father best, on the basis of which he was made to dress like that so as to provoke his father’s anger at the one who had beaten him.
"However...however..." More tears welled up in York Nord as he ran into York Leigh. "Father. At first, the one was just intended to hurt me a little. But on hearing that I was your son, he declared that he would give me a heavy lesson."
York Leigh doubted whether there was something wrong with his hearing. Was there anyone in Yulee who was as rampant as this? Who dared beat York Nord harder, after knowing that he was his son?
"Who? Who is that?" York Leigh crossed his hands at his back and gazed at York Nord with his sharp sword-like eyes. Days of meddling with those forces had wrenched him desperately, making him simmered with anger yet having nowhere to vent. But today, someone took the initiative to serve as his gateway for venting, failing which might be wrongful for the initiator.
York Nord turned back secretly and paid a look at his mother who had just walked into the lobby. Then a venomous gloat appeared on his face as he felt deep admiration for his mother who conjectured that his father was on the verge of going crazy due to anger. It seemed that he had come just in time.
"He...he said he was Qian Jin..."
"Qian Jin?" The angry look on York Leigh’s face darkened and he asked curiously, "You mean the warrior Qian Jin from the Torrent Battle Fort?"
York Nord nodded his head hard and swift, wondering how could his father know about this person. It seemed that Qian Jin was done this time.
"Qian Jin is back? For what reason did he beat you?" Instead of wearing an irritated look, York Leigh gazed at York Nord with curiosity. Given his limited knowledge about that young warrior, he wasn’t the kind of person with a bad temper. As far as York Leigh conjectured, Qian Jin would just stress peace with those who didn’t do him wrong.
York Nord was confounded. What was this? Upon hearing the name of Qian Jin, his father had not only been cooled down but started asking him for the reason he was beaten. Was there any need to ask for the reason the mayor’s son was punched by someone else?
"I am chasing after a girl." Seeing the sullen face of York Leigh, York Nord hurriedly said. "I didn’t force her. I hadn’t even touched her, even a finger, nor had I flirted with her using any dirty words. I am chasing after a girl, at the sight of which Qian Jin released the attack on me."
Grapple for a girl? York Leigh was shocked. As far as he saw, Qian Jin didn’t look like that type of boy. What was more, Fabreidis once mentioned that Gomez Jane was Qian Jin’s fiancée. What was wrong with this guy to not be satiated with such a pretty girl as his wife? Another saying went that Rosella was also his fiancée. A girl who looked...
"Dear father..." York Hons walked into the lobby with an august face, a sword hung around his waist. Noticing York Nord and his father, he released a sneer, "The girl my little brother is chasing after is called Rosella, to whom he sent the letter of invitation for your birthday party asking her to be his dance partner in the presence of Qian Jin..."
All at that moment, another look of exasperation shone on York Leigh’s face. When Nord was still secretly smiling, he saw his father lift his legs high at him. Just within a wink, a hard kick fell on his lower abdomen.
Pain! York Nord opened his mouth, made a spew and flew backward like a rocket. After rolling on the ground several times, he finally ended up groveling on the ground, feeling confused about what had happened to him.
This sudden rampant change shocked everyone present on site, including the servants and York Nord’s mother. How did everything happen? Why did the mayor turn to hit his own son on hearing the name of Qian Jin?
"Qian Jin? Did you get on the wrong side of Qian Jin? Why hasn’t he beaten to death?" York Leigh crossed his hands behind him and walked quickly toward York Nord standing by the door. "How dare you complain about Qian Jin to me? Do you want me to die as soon as possible? Why hasn’t Qian Jin directly beaten you to death? And you, Hons, haven’t I already told you to warn this fool of Qian Jin?"
York Hons looked at York Leigh with an innocent look, shrugged his shoulder and spread his hands, "Dear father, I have already told him about Qian Jin, as well as his rancor with Ray Yue."
York Leigh looked at his youngest son cringing on the ground, itching to kill him directly.
"My mayor, is there any need to feel so serious about the little Qian Jin?"
York Leigh looked at his sexy shapely wife and replaced the past spoiling face with sheer fidgety and anger. "Get away from me! The little Qian Jin? For whom do you think I have been tormented over the past days? Why on earth did you go to offend him?!"