NOVEL WEB Chapter 22 - Say That Again—What Gang?
Chapter 022：Say That Again—What Gang?
As soon as Su Mingxuan gave the order, the two bodyguards who had been sitting quietly suddenly stood up and began walking toward the group.
“Are you going to do it yourselves, or do you need our help?” one of the bodyguards said coldly to Brother Sheng.
Brother Sheng was confused. “???”
These two big guys… they were with him?
“What the hell is this?” One of the punks behind Brother Sheng stepped forward, gripping his steel pipe tightly. The whole group glared fiercely, ready for a fight.
Brother Sheng frowned as he looked at Su Mingxuan. “Buddy, this has nothing to do with you, right?”
Su Mingxuan didn’t answer.
Normally, this would be the line spoken by a Child of Fate. But since the Child of Fate hadn’t shown up, it was up to him, the supposed villain, to do the job instead. He was starting to feel like he really wasn’t cut out for this kind of scene.
“Just make it quick,” Su Mingxuan said to the two bodyguards.
“Yes, Young Master Su.” The two bodyguards responded and charged toward Brother Sheng’s group.
“Mothefucker!” Brother Sheng roared, swinging his steel pipe at one of the bodyguards. The pipe hit the man’s arm with a loud clang.
“Shit…”
The guard had blocked the attack with one hand and looked completely unharmed. Cold sweat beaded on Brother Sheng’s forehead. Before he could react, the bodyguard grabbed his arm and punched.
Crack.
The sound of bone shattering echoed clearly, and the broken pieces pierced through the skin, sticking out grotesquely.
“AHHHHH!!!” Brother Sheng screamed in agony.
The brutal display stunned the rest of the gangsters, but the second bodyguard didn’t waste the opportunity. He picked up a steel pipe from the ground and quickly laid all of them out, one by one.
It all happened in seconds and the once fearsome thugs were now rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.
“Young Master Su said break one leg. You pick which one. If you don’t, I’ll break the one in the middle,” one of the bodyguards said with a blank face, staring down at Brother Sheng.
“No—no, please!” Sweating bullets from the pain, Brother Sheng begged.
“Big bro, please let us go. We’ve got no real beef with you. Don’t be so ruthless. At least… at least let us off, we’re from the Qinglong Gang…” one of the other tattooed punks said through clenched teeth.
The bodyguard looked toward Su Mingxuan, waiting for a decision.
“Don’t let them go, Brother Mingxuan!” came Su Xiaomeng’s voice from nearby.
She had rushed over while the thugs were getting beaten, helping the woman to a chair. “These bastards destroyed her entire stall!”
Su Mingxuan glanced at the mess.
Of course he had already noticed. He might be the story’s villain, but villains came in many forms. He was probably the final boss type—high-level, calculating, one who toys with protagonists like a cat with a mouse, and who dies only because of his arrogance and underestimation of the main character.
Because of that pride, there were things he wouldn’t do.
He’d never stoop to the level of these scum—using power to force women, exploiting the weak. These guys weren’t villains. They were just trash.
Su Mingxuan’s face turned colder and he stepped forward.
“What did you say your gang’s name was?” he asked, looking down at Brother Sheng.
“Qing… Qing… Long… something…” Brother Sheng mumbled, dazed from the pain.
Su Mingxuan nodded and so he took out his phone and made a call and the line picked up almost instantly.
“Mingxuan, haha… what can I do for you?” A gentle voice came through the phone.
“Uncle Zhang,” Su Mingxuan said, then held the phone up in front of Brother Sheng. “Say it again. What gang?”
“Qing… Qinglong Gang…” Brother Sheng muttered, sweating and trembling.
“Good,” Su Mingxuan said. He brought the phone back to his ear. “In two days, I want the Qinglong Gang gone from Tianhai City. I don’t care what it takes. Black forces like them should never appear here again.”
“Understood,” the voice on the phone replied, suddenly serious.
Click.
Su Mingxuan hung up.
The bodyguards were visibly thrilled. This was what it meant to be a real young master. One phone call, and the entire gang was done for. This was true power.
Not far away, both Su Xiaomeng and the woman had watched everything.
Su Xiaomeng still looked furious. The woman, on the other hand, cast a few quiet glances at Su Mingxuan before lowering her head again. From beneath her scarf, her gem-like eyes shimmered with a kind of sorrow that stirred a faint pity in the heart.
Su Mingxuan signaled to his bodyguards, then walked over.
“You okay?” he asked the woman.
She shook her head and after a moment, she looked up at him, her voice quiet. “Thank you, Su… Su Mingxuan.”
Su Mingxuan froze, “You… know who I am?”
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.