Chapter 1776: Hard to Please

What?

Grandfather!

A group of people furtively glanced at Yaen Chi, wondering how someone so young could be considered a grandfather figure.

He’s a relative of the young leader!

So the one pulling their strings was the old master!

One of them, not quite convinced, bravely asked, “Young leader, this person is your…”

“Get lost!” The pretty boy didn’t let him finish the sentence, snapping at him urgently: “Coward, don’t be curious about everything in this world, just hold it in!”

The man, who was in his forties and looked rugged, fell silent immediately after being yelled at.

The pretty boy’s face was already flushed, but compared to being thoroughly beaten, playing submissive seemed more comfortable.

He quickly turned his head, putting on a smiling face, “Grandfather, these people are here to ask for your mercy, hoping you’ll go play around occasionally, but not spend the entire night there. You play too big for them to handle.”

Yaen Chi sneered, “It’s exhilarating when you’re ripping people off, but when you encounter an expert, you surround and block them, trying soft tactics when the hard ones don’t work. I gave you face, and you come jumping around in front of me?”

“Who do you think you are! If not for the young leader’s sake, who would put up with you! You’re an outsider, all by yourself, you really think we’re afraid of you?!”

A hot-tempered man, provoked by Yaen Chi’s words, slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Yaen Chi while cursing, and no one could hold him back.

The pretty boy saw this and thought things were going south.

He quickly jumped up from the chair, grabbed a handful of nuts, and moved aside.

Before he even turned around, he heard a crunching sound behind him, scaring him so much that he dropped the bag of nuts, almost slipping on them, and was supported by a nearby casino owner.

He glanced back in surprise, his voice trembling, “Young leader, who exactly is this person?”

“Someone even I can’t mess with!”

The pretty boy turned his head back. He didn’t know how Yaen Chi did it, but by the time he looked over, the man who had been cursing Yaen Chi had already had one leg crippled, kneeling on the ground wailing in a heart-wrenching way. And that was not all; Yaen Chi stepped on his other leg’s knee, casually grinding down, and the sound of bones crunching was like pearls dropping.

Even more terrifying was Yaen Chi lightly hooked the corner of his lips, smiling in a gentle rogue manner, forming a stark contrast to the rough men rooted here in the desert.

The pretty boy sucked in a breath of cold air, “Now do you see why I told you to be cautious? Take a small loss and be fortunate to negotiate with him; failing to do so, forget about the money, your lives would be at stake, and the crucial point is he’s not easily appeased!”

At the gas station, the pretty boy had personally witnessed Yaen Chi kill without blinking an eye.

To provoke such a ruthless person face-to-face, wasn’t that courting death?

“Then… then what do we do, Lao Zhao has already offended him, will he implicate us?”

“You ask me, who should I ask!”

The pretty boy wiped his face, forcing a smile, as he walked behind Yaen Chi, trying to please him, “Grandfather, don’t be angry, I’ll talk to him, how could he be so disrespectful to you? They have already told me that all that money is meant to pay respect to you. If you’re not having fun, in the future, any chips you use will come from me!”

Yaen Chi glanced sideways, and the pretty boy couldn’t help but take a half-step back before forcing himself to step back up.

Yaen Chi chuckled, moving his leg away, “You can make decisions?”

“I can, I’m their young leader, my word counts!”