Chapter 74: This Slap Is My Answer
Manager Zhao Qiang was sent reeling, blood trickling down his face as he let out a wretched scream.
The girls nearby shrieked in terror. Chen Xue Wen’s strike had been too sudden—too ruthless.
Clutching his head, Zhao Qiang staggered back, his finger trembling as he pointed at Chen Xue Wen, shouting in fury, “You… you actually dare hit me!?”
“Do you even know who I am?”
“My big brother is Li Yue Dong!”
Hearing that name, Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Li Yue Dong, huh?”
“Alright, I’ll give you a chance. Call him. See if he can come and solve this problem for you.”
Zhao Qiang froze. Li Yue Dong was well-known around these parts, yet Chen Xue Wen seemed utterly unfazed.
Seeing Zhao Qiang hesitate, Chen Xue Wen pulled out his own phone. “What? You forgot your phone?”
“Or should I call him for you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he dialed Li Yue Dong’s number.
After just two rings, the call connected, Li Yue Dong’s voice quivering on the other end. “W-Wen… Brother Wen, you called?”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. “Dong, you got a manager named Zhao at Donghao Entertainment Club, right?”
Li Yue Dong: “Yeah, Zhao Qiang.”
Chen Xue Wen glanced at the bloodied man. “That’s you, right? Zhao Qiang?”
Zhao Qiang, now feeling a deep unease, numbly nodded. He had truly provoked the wrong person.
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Good. Then we have no misunderstandings.”
“Dong, this manager of yours has quite the temper.”
“Is this how you train your men?”
A heavy silence followed. On the other end, Li Yue Dong was cursing Zhao Qiang in his heart.
If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have cared. It was normal for managers to boss around the girls at the club.
But these girls were having dinner with Chen Xue Wen, and Zhao Qiang had barged in to cause trouble? That was suicide.
Just recently, Li Yue Dong had scraped together forty grand to resolve a previous matter involving Chen Xue Wen. Now, Zhao Qiang had stirred up another mess? Li Yue Dong felt a murderous rage bubbling inside him.
“Brother Wen, I… I didn’t manage him properly.”
“How about this? Hand him the phone. I’ll make sure he apologizes to you personally.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled and passed the phone to Zhao Qiang. “Your boss wants to talk.”
Zhao Qiang, still dazed, took the phone. The moment he pressed it to his ear, his face turned pale.
“W-what? H-he’s Chen Xue Wen?”
From the other end came Li Yue Dong’s enraged voice. “You dumb bastard, you just figured that out!?”
“You could’ve messed with anyone, but you picked him!?”
“I don’t care what you do—crawl on your knees if you have to—but you better fix this! Otherwise, I’ll break your damn legs myself and drag you over to apologize!”
After another round of cursing, Li Yue Dong slammed the call shut.
Zhao Qiang was on the verge of tears.
Hands trembling, he returned the phone to Chen Xue Wen, his face twisted in regret. “Brother Wen, I-I was blind. I didn’t recognize greatness when I saw it.”
“If I offended you, please… forgive me.”
The girls, who had suffered Zhao Qiang’s abuse before, giggled at the sight of him groveling.
Seeing the once-arrogant manager bowing and scraping, their eyes shimmered with admiration for Chen Xue Wen.
Spitting disdainfully, Chen Xue Wen sneered, “Get lost.”
Zhao Qiang didn’t dare say another word. He bolted.
The girls cheered behind him.
Meanwhile, Zhao Qiang staggered into a private room upstairs.
Seated inside was Brother Feng, sipping on his drink and chatting with his crew.
Seeing Zhao Qiang’s battered face, Brother Feng frowned. “Qiang, what the hell happened to you?”
“Wasn’t your job to bring some girls over?”
“No girls, and you come back like this? Who messed with you?”
The men in the room stood up at once. “Who the hell dares bully you, Qiang?”
Hearing this, Zhao Qiang hesitated—then an idea struck him.
His own boss, Li Yue Dong, had abandoned him. But Brother Feng? He was different.
Unlike Li Yue Dong, Brother Feng had an even bigger backer—Zhou Jing Hui. If anyone could deal with Chen Xue Wen, it was him.
Deciding on the spot, Zhao Qiang dramatically exaggerated what had happened, careful to omit Chen Xue Wen’s name.
As he spoke, Brother Feng and his men grew furious.
“Bastards, huh? They’ve got some nerve.”
Slamming the table, Brother Feng sneered, “Let’s see how tough they really are.”
Turning to Zhao Qiang, he ordered, “Go tell them—those girls are mine now.”
“Let’s see if they dare challenge me.”
Zhao Qiang, overjoyed, rushed back downstairs.
Seeing him return, Lai Hou and the others were dumbfounded.
Chen Xue Wen, however, had already seen him talking to Brother Feng upstairs. He knew someone was backing Zhao Qiang now.
Lai Hou slammed his fist on the table. “Zhao, you again?”
“You wanna get smacked some more?”
Zhao Qiang forced a smile. “Nothing like that.”
“I was just asked to deliver a message.”
Repeating Brother Feng’s words, he then faced Chen Xue Wen, feigning humility. “Brother Wen, I’m just a small fry. I only do what I’m told.”
“I’ve delivered the message. How do you want to handle it?”
Chen Xue Wen narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t an idiot—Zhao Qiang had clearly stirred things up.
But that was fine.
This was exactly the kind of trouble he needed.
The previous incident with Li Yue Dong had already boosted his reputation. Another well-timed confrontation like this would only cement his standing further.
The bigger his name, the more people would flock to his arcade, spending cash at his slot machines.
However, he was always careful.
He asked, “This Zhou Jing Feng—any relation to Zhou Jing Hui?”
Zhao Qiang quickly answered, “Brother Feng is Brother Hui’s cousin.”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled.
So Zhou Jing Feng was only riding on Zhou Jing Hui’s coattails. Nothing to be afraid of.
With a swift motion, Chen Xue Wen slapped Zhao Qiang hard across the face.
“Go back and tell him—this slap is my answer.”
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