Chapter 357 — Wei Zhao's Borrowed Terror
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Since Wei Zhao already had his sights set on someone, they simply had to see to it that he got what he wanted—it would make things easier for them to maneuver.
"Brother Lin, rest easy. Leave this to me! Here in Songshan City, I still carry a bit of weight!" An Liwen said casually, then glanced at Manager Yang. "Manager Yang, is it that you no longer wish to give me any face?"
"Young Master An, it's not that I don't want to—it's that I have no way of calling those people back out of their private room!" Manager Yang smiled bitterly. "They're not the sort to be trifled with either..."
"Oh? Then you're saying we're the ones who can be trifled with?" Su Taizao flew into a rage and itched to slap Manager Yang. He and Brother An were two of the Four Young Masters of Songshan—was there anyone who dared deny them face?
"This..." Manager Yang could afford to offend not a single one of them, and could only smile bitterly.
"Brother An, looks like your face doesn't carry much weight anymore either. Maybe we should just let it go? I'm afraid things could blow up..." Wei Zhao said meekly, looking at An Liwen as he tried to talk him down.
"No problem!" Stung by Wei Zhao's words, An Liwen shot to his feet at once and said to Manager Yang, "I don't need you anymore. Just tell me which private room they're in—I'll go find them myself! In all of Songshan City, apart from my Brother Chen, no one dares steal a woman from me!"
"Room four-eighteen..." Manager Yang said. "Young Master An, I'll be going now. Whatever you do, don't say it was me who told you..."
"Get out." An Liwen waved him off impatiently, cursing the man inwardly as a coward. Then he turned to Su Taizao. "Come on—let's go steal a woman from under Brother An's nose!"
"Heh, you got it!" Su Taizao sprang to his feet as well, raring to go. Back in the old days they had done this kind of bullying more times than they could count, so they didn't care in the least and weren't afraid of any trouble coming of it. Ordinary folk, upon hearing the name of the Four Young Masters of Songshan, would always smooth things over on their own—no one would pick a fight or make trouble with them.
"Brother Lin, you coming?" An Liwen glanced at Wei Zhao, still seated in his chair. "A man ought to have a little fire in his blood. Even if you don't throw a punch, come watch from the sidelines!"
"Then... I'll come and watch!" Wei Zhao stood up, a little excited. "Actually, I've always looked forward to scenes with that kind of fire in them—it's just that before, I never dared..."
"Ha, no problem—just watch us when the time comes!" Su Taizao laughed heartily. "Watch how the Four Young Masters of Songshan put people in their place!"
Su Taizao too put on a grand, righteous air—only this way could Wei Zhao lower his guard, so that in a moment they could easily film him making a fool of himself.
"All right, then I'll play the fox borrowing the tiger's might for once!" Wei Zhao stood up and took two steps, then turned back and picked up a wine bottle from the table. "I need to bring a weapon to defend myself..."
"Ha—stick with us and that junk's worthless!" Su Taizao curled his lip. The name of the Four Young Masters of Songshan was far more useful than any wine bottle!
Wei Zhao stalked out in front, borrowing the tiger's might like a pathfinder. An Liwen and Su Taizao, however, exchanged smirks—the man's brains had clearly gone straight to his groin. He must be mad with wanting those twin top girls, otherwise he wouldn't be this excited!
Wei Zhao reached the door of Room 418, then stopped and waited for An Liwen and Su Taizao to catch up. Once they had, he kicked the door open with one sudden blow of his foot, his voice turning shrill with excitement: "Listen up in there! If you know what's good for you, send Xuexue and Huahua out to our young master—or else you'll be sorry!"