Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins

"In Songjiang, no one knows you." Yang Ce smiled.

"So what do we do now? You take on three by yourself?" Sun Jie looked at Yang Ce and asked.

"There are three of them and three of us. Seems fair enough." Yang Ce said indifferently.

"Do you think Xiao Qing and I have any fighting power?" Sun Jie shot Yang Ce a glare.

"Xiao Qing doesn't, so I'll take two and you take one," Yang Ce said.

"Yang Ce, I find I've grown to dislike you a little more," Sun Jie said with a perfectly straight face.

"If you wanted me to play the hero and save the beauty, just say so. No need to beat around the bush." Yang Ce shook his head.

"You're the one who stirred up this mess. Save the beauty? Why would you? They're after you, not me." Sun Jie had barely finished speaking when her words came true. "Damn it, didn't you hear me talking to you? Are you deaf?" The young man in the basketball jersey was furious. Seeing Yang Ce still sitting there, his anger surged.

But when he caught sight of Xiao Qing and Sun Jie's faces, he froze, then began to drool. "You little brat, living it up, aren't you? Two beauties all to yourself. Tell you what—leave these two ladies with me, and I'll make an exception and let you go."

The moment the young man in the basketball jersey said this, Yang Ce burst out laughing. He looked at Sun Jie with a half-smile. "See that? He's letting me go. He wants you two to stay."

"You'd have the heart to leave your Sister Xiao Qing behind?" Sun Jie curled her lip.

"Of course I wouldn't." Yang Yan Zhou said, then turned to the young man in the basketball jersey. "Leaving two won't work. Let's negotiate—how about leaving one?"

"One, huh?" The young man in the basketball jersey smacked his lips, then said thoughtfully, "My buddies here are all pretty sturdy. You think she can handle it?"

Sun Jie was nearly sick with rage at Yang Jue Huan's words. This Yang Ce—what a vicious thing to say! Leaving one behind would mean leaving her behind.

Xiao Qing, who had been silent all this time, now grew anxious too. "Yang Ce, stop fooling around. What nonsense are you spouting?"

"It's not nonsense. I'm the last person to stick my nose into other people's business. If she's my woman, I'll take care of her. If she's not my woman, why would I bother?" As Yang Yan Zhou spoke, he watched Sun Jie's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

But he found, helplessly, that Sun Jie's expression hadn't changed at all—she was simply glaring at him with murderous eyes.

"Which one's staying? You decided yet? I think this big-breasted babe is pretty good—her, then." The young man in the basketball jersey stood behind Yang Jue Huan, giving him a direct view of Sun Jie. When he saw her explosive figure, he began to get restless.

As he spoke, his hand moved shamelessly toward Sun Jie. Yang Ce immediately frowned, displeased. I was just joking with you—did you really take it seriously?

To be continued.

674. Premeditation? Conspiracy?

How could Yang Ce let this guy take advantage of Sun Jie? Even though he'd said Sun Jie should stay, if anyone actually dared to touch her, that would be another matter entirely.

Yang Pu Qi grabbed a fork from the cutlery on the table and, with a "swish," nailed the young man's hand straight to the table. The coffee shop was a kind of Western restaurant, so the cutlery provided included forks. Though Yang Ce hadn't ordered any of the fork-requiring dishes, each cutlery set was the pre-packaged kind, so a fork came with it even if unused.

"Fuck!" the young man in the basketball jersey swore through the pain, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Staring at his palm gushing blood, he endured the agony and shouted, "You motherfucker, you dare stab me? Do you know who I am?"

"Stabbing you is the least of it." Yang Ce said carelessly. "Splashed water all over me, and you still think you're tough?"

"Don't you know who my grandfather is?" the young man in the basketball jersey said viciously.

"Who's your grandfather? Could it be Grandpa Bi?" Yang Ce teased.

"That's right! My grandfather's surname is Bi too!" The young man in the basketball jersey nodded earnestly, much to everyone's surprise.

Yang Pu Qi was stunned. He hadn't expected the guy to actually admit it, and for a moment he was at a loss.

But while Yang Ce was distracted, the young man in the basketball jersey suddenly pulled a handgun from his pocket and fired in Yang Jue Huan's direction. "Watch out!" Sun Jie had been keeping an eye on the young man's movements. Seeing him suddenly draw a gun, she hurriedly warned Yang Ce.

If this had been the old Yang Ce, he really would have fallen for this guy's trick—even if he wasn't killed, he'd have been crippled. But after those ten days of inhuman training in Europe, Yang Jue Huan's reaction speed had reached an terrifying level. The instant the young man in the basketball jersey drew his gun, Yang Ce shot his hand out and struck the acupoint at the elbow of the young man's left hand.

This acupoint was a common one—almost everyone knew it—but a forceful blow would cause the hand to reflexively open. The young man in the basketball jersey was no exception; the handgun clattered to the floor with a "smack."

However, this young man in the basketball jersey was clearly no pushover. After Yang Ce knocked the gun from his hand, he didn't go for the gun or launch another attack. Instead, he abruptly yanked the chair beside him at Yang Ce, then turned and bolted with the other two. The moment they cleared the coffee shop door, the roar of a car engine came from outside.

Because there were still two women with him, Yang Ce didn't give chase. Who knew if this was a diversion? Looking toward the door, he saw a beat-up Nissan van—couldn't have been more broken if it tried. The three had just gotten in and were pulling the door shut. At the wheel was the very guy who had been drinking coffee with them earlier and left ahead of time.

Watching the van disappear into the distance, Yang Yong Jin couldn't help but fall into thought. This conflict with these people was no coincidence—it now appeared to be premeditated.

The young man in the basketball jersey looked like a dumb hothead, but in truth everything that had just happened had been within his calculations. At this thought, Yang Yong Jin couldn't help but secretly count his blessings.

If not for his quick reflexes, he might well have been a dead man by now. Even if he himself was fine, it would have been terrible if the gun had gone off and hurt Xiao Qing or Sun Jie.

After a brief moment of thought, Yang Ce pieced together the general picture.

These four had come into the coffee shop only after he and Xiao Qing had entered. It seemed this had been planned for a long time. But how they'd followed him here, Yang Ce couldn't figure out—was it a chance encounter, or something else?

After the four came in, they had been biding their time. One of them leaving was to get to the Nissan van at the door and be ready to flee at any moment.

And that person's departure had given the young man in the basketball jersey the perfect opportunity to pick a fight. This seemingly hooligan-like provocation was in fact deliberate on their part.

And that pot of tea flung over was really meant to drag Yang Cen Bin's table into the dispute. Amid the chaos, Yang Jue Huan's attention would be divided, and then they'd draw the gun and finish Yang Ce off.

But why hadn't these people just shot him in the back from the start? Yang Ce was a little puzzled again. Although the four had escaped, Yang Shuo Xuan had no mind to stay any longer. Ignoring the dumbstruck waiter standing there, he casually tossed a hundred yuan on the table, then quickly left the coffee shop with Xiao Qing and Sun Jie.

The handgun on the floor was quietly slipped into Sun Jie's backpack.