Chapter 130: The Frenzied Whimpering

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At the thought of this, Su Qingli’s face filled with worry.

Jiang Hao, however, was completely unconcerned.

So what if he had offended the Yang family? This was not his fault.

Besides, Jiang Hao had already stopped earlier and was prepared to let Yang Ziyun go. Yet Yang Ziyun had refused to let the matter rest and insisted on continuing the fight. He had even brought out the Yang Family Spear, his most powerful weapon. Could Jiang Hao simply refuse to defend himself?

If he had not fought back, would he not have been beaten to death for nothing?

Since he was in the right, and since Jiang Hao was hardly a helpless weakling, what was there to worry about?

If the Yang family wanted revenge, so be it. He would face them all.

“Don’t worry. Even if the Yang family comes after us, I’ll protect you,” Jiang Hao said with a smile.

“I’m worried about you!” Su Qingli replied heavily.

By then, Pan Yixuan and the others had carried the gravely wounded Yang Ziyun back from the courtyard.

Yang Ziyun was, of course, still alive. He was covered in blood, and the flesh around his chest was especially mangled, making for a horrifying sight.

He was glaring venomously at Jiang Hao, but his grievous injuries left him unable even to speak. He could not utter a single threat.

Pan Yixuan, on the other hand, stormed toward Jiang Hao and berated him. “Jiang Hao, how dare you injure the Second Young Master of the Yang family! You’ve offended the Yang family! Just wait. The Yang family will never let this go. You’re in for a world of trouble!”

With that, Pan Yixuan sneered.

In Pan Yixuan’s eyes, although the banquet had failed to achieve its purpose—Jiang Hao had neither been killed nor crippled—Jiang Hao had injured Yang Ziyun, which meant he had offended the Yang family.

Even if Pan Yixuan did nothing to stir up trouble between them in the future, the Yang family would never let Jiang Hao off.

If that was the case, did it not mean that his own objective had still been accomplished?

At the thought of this, Pan Yixuan naturally felt smug and excited.

Jiang Hao glanced coldly at him and said without the slightest courtesy, “Pan Yixuan, all you can do is hide behind the Yang family and yap at me like a dog.”

“You… You’re arrogant!”

Pan Yixuan’s face turned livid with rage.

“I am arrogant. If you don’t like it, you can challenge me.”

Jiang Hao gave a cold laugh.

Pan Yixuan was instantly rendered speechless.

Did he dare challenge Jiang Hao?

Did he have the courage—or the ability—to do so?

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The Yang family’s Second Young Master, Yang Ziyun, had used the Yang Family Spear and had still been defeated by a single punch from Jiang Hao. What could Pan Yixuan possibly do to him?

If he challenged Jiang Hao, he would undoubtedly be killed with one punch.

“This banquet is pointless now. Qingli, let’s go.”

Holding Su Qingli’s hand, Jiang Hao strode toward the exit under the watchful eyes of the guests.

But the security guard at the entrance suddenly raised a hand and blocked their path.

“Neither of you is leaving. Our young master never said you could go!”

The guard appeared eager to prove his loyalty in front of Pan Yixuan, which was why he had taken the initiative to stop Jiang Hao and Su Qingli.

Su Qingli was about to rebuke him, but Jiang Hao said nothing. He simply kicked the guard directly in the chest.

Bang!

The guard was sent flying and landed far away in the courtyard. Clutching his stomach, he groaned in pain.

“That’s what happens when you choose to be a dog,” Jiang Hao said bluntly.

The guard immediately regretted his actions, but by then, it was too late.

Jiang Hao had not used lethal force; he had not even exerted a tenth of his strength. Otherwise, how could the guard have survived a single kick?

With all his strength behind it, that kick would have sent the guard straight to his grave.

Seeing this, Pan Yixuan was furious, yet he did not dare say another word. None of the guests present dared even breathe too loudly.

Jiang Hao cast them a disdainful glance, then chuckled as he led Su Qingli out of the Pan family residence.

After getting into the Bugatti Veyron, Jiang Hao drove Su Qingli rapidly toward the Qingli Health Food Therapy Shop.

Twenty minutes later, they returned to the shop.

“That banquet was such a headache,” Su Qingli said as she sat down on the narrow single bed.

“Indeed. Still, having such a satisfying fight with Yang Ziyun wasn’t unpleasant,” Jiang Hao said with a grin.

Su Qingli rolled her eyes at him. “Men like you are always so fond of fighting and killing. Why can’t people simply get along peacefully?”

“If everyone got along peacefully, what excitement would there be in life?”

Jiang Hao delivered the remark with a profound air.

Su Qingli lowered her head and thought about it, but she still did not agree. Even so, she said nothing more.

After a moment, she smiled and asked, “Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.”

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At her words, Jiang Hao realized that he was actually a little hungry.

After all, he and Su Qingli had eaten almost nothing at the banquet that evening. Besides, banquets held by high society were not really meant for eating and drinking. They were primarily occasions for socializing, exchanging information, and expanding one’s network. Anyone who focused solely on food and drink would instead be looked down upon by the others.

“I am a little hungry. Then make me something to eat,” Jiang Hao said with a smile.

“What would you like?” Su Qingli asked.

“Anything you make will do. I’m not picky,” Jiang Hao replied casually.

“Flatterer.”

Su Qingli’s cheeks flushed faintly, and she turned to enter the kitchen.

After eating a late-night meal, Jiang Hao and Su Qingli went to bed together.

The narrow single bed was extremely cramped with two people on it, but neither of them minded.

In fact, precisely because the bed was so narrow, their bodies were pressed tightly together, almost as though they were embracing.

Breathing in the faint, delicate fragrance drifting from Su Qingli, Jiang Hao gradually slipped into sleep.

But as he slept, a barely perceptible killing intent suddenly came from beside him.

Jiang Hao’s eyes flew open. His right hand shot toward the right like lightning.

In the next instant, a hand blocked his fierce attack.

“Your senses are remarkably sharp.”

The hoarse voice came from beside him, making Jiang Hao frown.

“Who are you?”

Jiang Hao sat up and looked toward the source of the voice.

In the pitch-black front hall of the restaurant, someone had appeared without him noticing.

The stranger wore a silver-white mask that revealed only his eyes, giving him an exceedingly eerie appearance.

He was thin and slightly hunched as well, and at a glance, it was obvious that he was an old man.

Who was this old man? Why was he wearing such a bizarre mask? And how had he appeared in Su Qingli’s restaurant without making the slightest sound?

Yet Jiang Hao was certain that the old man meant him no harm.

If he had truly intended to harm Jiang Hao or Su Qingli, he could have acted just now. There would have been no need for him to stand quietly in the darkness until Jiang Hao sensed his presence and awoke from his sleep.

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