Chapter 1177 - 1177: Bouncing Up Again

"Year after year of enduring hardships through cold winters and hot summers, traveling thousands of miles through storms and rain, finding a home everywhere, and finally obtaining the true scripture..."

The melodious and familiar tune appeared once more in the tea house.

Predictably, Pei Dengke jumped up again, his face flushed as he said, "Boss, Weiwei is calling!

Weiwei is really calling!

Hahaha!"

"..." Xiao Feng.

He really couldn't understand how the guy wasn't exhausted.

Moreover, now whenever Xiao Feng heard the song "Returning from the Journey to the West," his mind ached.

Of course, it didn't have much to do with the song itself.

Primarily, when this song played, it meant... Pei Dengke would jump up again.

Pei Dengke, even though he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about answering the call, the urgency had greatly diminished. He sought Xiao Feng's opinion, "Boss, should I answer it or not?"

Xiao Feng was about to say "answer," but before he could get the words out, he heard footsteps at the stairway entrance.

The two of them were positioned on the second floor of the tea house.

Pei Dengke had already reserved the second floor, and logically, unless he had actively called the servers to change the tea leaves, no one should come up.

As he pondered, the footsteps grew closer, and it sounded like more than one person.

Sure enough, a group of over a dozen people soon came up, their ages ranging from about twenty to twenty-five, with both men and women present.

The young man at the front had medium-length hair, an earring in his left ear, and wore fingerless gloves on both hands.

Most of the people behind him had a similar style, giving off the vibe of troublesome youths from more than a decade ago.

Seeing these people, Xiao Feng couldn't help but think of a saying—fashion is a strange cycle of reincarnation, today's trends were the leftovers played by people decades ago.

He didn't know who said that, but it certainly had some basis in truth.

"Huh?"

Xiao Feng furrowed his brows slightly because among these people, he recognized an acquaintance.

This acquaintance was none other than the mysterious guest at Chai Yanna's concert in Jiangcheng recently—Ma Digua.

At this moment, Ma Digua was dressed in the same hip-hop style as before, with a baseball cap on his head and his hands in his pockets, exuding a casual "I'm the best in the world" attitude.

"Wang Zhiping?"

Seeing so many people coming up, Pei Dengke couldn't help but tighten his brows. He quickly answered the call, saying, "Weiwei, I'm encountering something here. I'll call you back once I handle it."

With that, he hung up the phone.

The youth with the earring joyfully said, "Well, look who it is, it's Young Master Pei who reserved the whole place. I heard you've become a lackey for Qi Guanghe. Is that true?"

With this comment, everyone behind him burst into laughter.

However, a woman with smoky makeup stepped forward, tugged the youth's arm, and whispered, "Prince, that's a bit harsh, isn't it?"

Nonetheless, Wang Zhiping showed no restraint, loudly declaring, "What's there to be afraid of? If you dare to do it, you should own up to it. Being someone's lackey and not allowing people to talk about it?"

"Wang Zhiping, you damn well brush your teeth before leaving the house, stop spewing crap here!" Pei Dengke yelled angrily.

Xiao Feng's eyes flickered with thought.

Logically speaking, Pei Dengke's stature as a wealthy young man wasn't weak in terms of background.

But for that Wang Zhiping to directly mock him meant Wang Zhiping's background must be at least on par with Pei Dengke.

From this, it seemed that the circles in Kyoto truly ran deep...

"Young Master Pei, don't be angry. Young Master Wang was just joking." The woman with smoky makeup stepped forward to smooth things over.

Before Pei Dengke could reply, Wang Zhiping sneered and said, "What makes you think Young Master Pei is upset? If he truly were upset, he'd definitely find a wall and jump over it.

After all, as the saying goes, when cornered, rats jump walls!"

"Damn it!" Pei Dengke slammed his palm on the table and cursed, "Say one more word!"

"What, wanna fight?" Wang Zhiping sneered. His gaze fell on Xiao Feng sitting calmly in his seat, looking disdainful, "Is this Qi Guanghe's dog-headed strategist for you?"

"Wang Zhiping, you can provoke me however you want, but if you dare say a word about my boss, I'll make sure you get carried out of here today!" Pei Dengke sternly threatened.

In truth, those words came from the heart.

Men value face the most, especially a young master like Pei Dengke who grew up in Kyoto's alleys, who sees face as immensely important.

In his view, how Wang Zhiping treated him didn't matter, but it was unacceptable if it involved his friends!

Xiao Feng beside him couldn't help but feel touched; he also decided to really hype up Pei Dengke's potential, letting it soar freely.

After all, letting Pei Dengke go undercover by Qi Guanghe's side was his idea, and he couldn't ignore the situation emotionally or logically.

With that in mind, Xiao Feng stood up, stared directly at Wang Zhiping, and said, "Isn't this friend called... What's the name again.

Oh right, it's Bastard?"

"How dare you insult our boss?" Ma Digua jumped out, "Believe it or not, we'll write a song to diss you to death!"

Pei Dengke was also startled, shifted his steps to Xiao Feng's side and whispered, "Boss, I can still handle it.

Don't be impulsive, these people do rap, if you provoke them, they really can ruin your reputation."

"Heh, a bunch of shit-eaters, what they sing is bound to stink, isn't it?" Xiao Feng laughed sarcastically.

With those words, it undoubtedly insulted everyone, even the woman with smoky makeup, who looked good-natured, showed anger in her eyes.

Immediately, more than a dozen people seemed to be ready to strike.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"Don't think Qi Guanghe is any big deal, ask him, does he dare curse us like that?"

"Kid, you're quite arrogant!"

Xiao Feng stepped forward and said, "Not putting my Brother Qi in your eyes, huh?

Alright!

Start cursing now, I'll film it and send it to my Brother Qi."

With that, he took out his phone, aiming it at Wang Zhiping and his gang.

All of a sudden, Wang Zhiping's expression looked somewhat grim, while Ma Digua and the others behind him exchanged glances.

Talking was one thing, being unafraid was another, but to curse Qi Guanghe without reason was troublesome indeed.

Put simply, they weren't scared of Qi Guanghe, but that held true only when they were in the right.

If they started swearing, it was clearly unreasonable and blowing things up wouldn't be advantageous for them.

As the situation threatened to spiral out of control, a pudgy middle-aged man ran up, panting heavily, "Ladies and gentlemen, could... could you give me some face, sit down and have a cup of tea, to cool off a bit?"

The one who ran up to mediate was the owner of the tea house.

But no sooner had the words left his lips than a slap landed on his face.

"Smack!"

Pei Dengke was the one who delivered the slap.

He roared, "I've reserved this place, and you let so many people come up, at this kind of time, spouting off nonsense. Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

Having finished shouting, his gaze filled with meaning turned to Wang Zhiping.