Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 312

When Chenyang mentioned the bone at the back of his head, Gao Tianqi was completely baffled.

But once he understood Chenyang’s hidden meaning, he immediately burst out laughing as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You need capital to do whatever you want, to forge your own path. You’re just a broke piece of shit. Do you have that kind of capital?"

Chenyang shrugged with a smile. "Like I said, the rebellious bone in the back of my head *is* my capital!"

"Heh. So how do you plan on doing things your own way?"

"Simple. I’m not taking either of your two options. I’ll choose my own path."

"And what path is that?"

"Just like yours, it has three steps! First, you get on your knees, kowtow, and call me ’Grandpa.’ Second, you call your wife, An Xiaoqing, over. Third, after she arrives, you’re going to strip her naked and let me fuck her good right in front of you!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Chenyang’s voice hadn’t even faded before Gao Tianqi threw his head back and roared with laughter. This time, it was even more exaggerated than before; he was laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight.

"Chenyang, were you sent by God to be a fucking clown, or are you just a moron whose brain was eaten by a wolf? This is *my* turf, and I’m the one with the advantage right now. It’s one thing not to suck up to me or beg for mercy, but you actually have the gall to make demands of me?"

Chenyang turned and shot him a look. "So what if it’s your turf? The hospital was your turf, and An Xiaoqing is your wife, but didn’t I still do her right in front of you?

And another thing, don’t talk about who has the advantage. I made you kneel and beg for mercy at the hospital, and I can do it again right now!"

"Heh, you beat me once at the hospital, and now you think you don’t have to be afraid of me ever again?"

"Yeah. Have you ever seen a winner who’s scared of the person they already beat?"

Seeing Chenyang’s dismissive look, Gao Tianqi sneered, "Looks like a wolf really did eat your brain. Did you think I’d come for revenge all by myself, knowing I couldn’t beat you?"

Chenyang replied with a mocking smile, "Hard to say. After all, Director Gao, since you’re brave enough to wear a cuckold’s hat, there isn’t any other moronic thing you wouldn’t dare to do."

SLAM!

Gao Tianqi was enraged.

He slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet. "The only reason I didn’t teach you a lesson at the hospital was out of respect for Liu Yun! Did you really think I was afraid of you?

To me, Chenyang, you’re nothing but a poor bastard, a piece of trash, a waste of space! Fine, when it comes to fucking fists, I can’t beat you.

But in this day and age, people who are good with their fists are the lowest fucking class of losers. To deal with trash like you, I don’t even need to lift a finger.

Because I have money. In minutes, I can find a whole crowd of people who hit way harder than you."

Chenyang raised an eyebrow. "We’ll have to see if they can hit harder than me. Otherwise, the bigger you talk now, the more it’s going to hurt when you get your ass kicked later."

"Fine! Since you fucking want to do this the hard way, then I’ll oblige!"

With that, Gao Tianqi shouted toward the house, "Come on out!"

CLANG!

The security door opened, and six burly men swarmed out.

These men were all dressed in matching black short-sleeved shirts and black pants.

They were muscular and imposing, with prominent tattoos covering their arms.

Combined with the vicious expressions on their faces, one look was enough to tell they were bad news.

The six men strolled leisurely to the gazebo. Two stood to Chenyang’s left, and two to his right.

The remaining two simply stood opposite him.

The one leading them was a bald man with a scar on his left cheek.

He sized Chenyang up, then flexed a fist the size of a sandbag. "You the kid who wants to see who’s got the harder fists?"

Chenyang glanced at him sideways. "That’s right."

"Hah! A scrawny little punk like you? I bet you couldn’t even take two of my punches."

"Two punches? Hell, I say one is enough to put him on the ground!"

Gao Tianqi walked up to the bald man’s side. After giving the thugs a fawning smile, he turned back to Chenyang and said, "This is Brother Hu, a big shot from the Celestial Language Group. You’ve been around Yang City long enough, you must have heard of the Celestial Language Group’s reputation, right?"

"I have."

Chenyang nodded. He not only knew of the Celestial Language Group, but he also knew the names of its top figures.

In fact, he was on pretty good terms with one of them.

The Celestial Language Group was the reigning overlord of Yang City’s underworld.

They held immense influence in both the underworld and the straight world.

There were two leaders. The big boss was named Hong Tianhe, and the second-in-command was named Ning Yuhua.

The Celestial Language Group had been entrenched in Yang City for over a hundred years, and the two of them were the third-generation leaders of the group.

Under their control were security companies, gambling dens, and nightclubs, and they also had a hand in the real estate business.

In Yang City, they were virtually unrivaled.

And the underlings who worked for them were mostly big names on the streets as well.

However, Chenyang had never heard of this so-called Brother Hu.

’He’s either a new face who’s come up in the last year, or he’s just some low-level punk running around, bluffing under the Celestial Language Group’s name.’

While he was lost in thought, Gao Tianqi’s voice rang out again, "Since you know the reputation of the Celestial Language Group, you should understand that no one who offends them comes to a good end.

Brother Hu is standing right in front of you now. If you know what’s good for you, follow the three-step apology I gave you, and toss in another thirty or fifty thousand for Brother Hu’s trouble. Then we can let you off the hook this once."