Chapter 49: Running Into a Brick Wall

Beep—

Just as the hood of the Lamborghini was completely crushed and Tan Junwen was on the verge of a breakdown, more than a dozen vans suddenly appeared at the school gate!

These vans sped in, swiftly blocking the entrance so tightly that not even water could seep through. As soon as the vehicles screeched to a halt, dozens of thugs in overcoats and sunglasses, wielding various weapons, leaped out from the vans.

The scene was utterly imposing. Passersby outside the school gate were struck pale with fear, and the street vendors hurriedly packed up their stalls, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Among the thugs was a burly, bald man draped in a mink coat over his shoulders. He was the notorious Song Jiulong, known on the streets as “Ninth Master” of Rong City.

Unlike the others, Ninth Master carried nothing in his hands, yet his presence was the most menacing of all.

The moment Tan Junwen spotted Ninth Master, his face lit up with joy. “Ninth Master, I’m over here!”

Ninth Master waved his hand, and the gang immediately surrounded him. Only then did Tan Junwen dare to get out of his car, walking over to Ninth Master and pointing at Yan Yu. “It’s that kid—I have to cripple him today!”

Ninth Master didn’t rush. He calmly lit a cigar, stepped up to Yan Yu, and exhaled a puff of smoke right into Yan Yu’s face. “Kid, what’s your background? You dare touch someone under my protection?”

Yan Yu hated smoking, and hated even more when someone blew smoke at him.

No one expected what happened next—Yan Yu suddenly struck out, landing a punch squarely on Ninth Master’s nose!

Crack—

A sharp sound rang out. One moment, Ninth Master was radiating ferocity; the next, Yan Yu shattered his nasal bone, blood covering his face in an instant!

Yet Ninth Master was a true heavyweight. He staggered back two steps, but miraculously bore the pain of his broken nose, glaring at Yan Yu with bulging eyes. “You little bastard, you must have a death wish!”

Yan Yu said nothing. He stepped forward and kicked Ninth Master hard in the knee. With a grotesque crack, Ninth Master’s knee bent backwards at a bizarre ninety-degree angle!

This time, Ninth Master couldn’t hold back and screamed in agony!

The thugs nearby had never witnessed such ruthlessness from a high school student, and were paralyzed with shock, forgetting to act.

Zhang Dagen, Su Han, Zhao Qingqing, and Tan Junwen were left gaping in disbelief!

But Yan Yu was not finished. He grabbed Ninth Master by the head, forcing him to look up, then picked up the still-burning cigar from the ground—

And shoved it into Ninth Master’s mouth.

The entire scene fell dead silent, save for the sickening sizzle of the cigar burning Ninth Master’s tongue.

“Aaaah—”

Ninth Master could endure no longer, howling in pain!

Only now did the thugs snap back to reality, roaring, “This kid hurt our Ninth Master—everyone, get him! Cut him to pieces!”

“Hmph!”

Yan Yu flicked the cigar away, hoisted the kneeling Ninth Master, and said coldly, “Anyone who takes another step forward—I’ll blind this old bastard with the cigar!”

As he spoke, Yan Yu pressed the burning cigar hard against Ninth Master’s eyelid. Ninth Master immediately caved. “Stop! Everybody stop, dammit!”

The thugs hurriedly froze in their tracks.

Tan Junwen, witnessing Yan Yu’s merciless methods, felt a chill run down his spine. He was suddenly grateful he hadn’t been smoking during their fight earlier...

“Smoking is hazardous to your health,” Yan Yu said with a smile, lowering his head. “Don’t let me catch a whiff of secondhand smoke again.”

Ninth Master was nearly driven to madness. This kid had broken his nose, shattered his knee, and shoved a lit cigar in his mouth—all to make a point about the dangers of smoking?!

Given the chance, Ninth Master would never have dared to blow smoke at Yan Yu.

Yan Yu grinned at Tan Junwen. “So these are the reinforcements you called? This is all you’ve got?”

Tan Junwen was trembling uncontrollably from fear at Yan Yu’s ruthlessness.

Suddenly—

A convoy of black Audis appeared outside the school gate—over thirty of them—surrounding the van gang in turn!

Tan Junwen and Ninth Master’s faces lit up with surprise at the sight of these cars.

The Audi convoy blocked the school entrance completely. Out of the vehicles stepped a group of men in black suits—clearly far more disciplined and formidable than ordinary thugs.

From the lead Audi emerged a middle-aged man in a white suit. His gaze was unfocused, yet exuded an aura that inspired dread.

Once he steadied himself, his eyes swept over the crowd and finally landed on the battered Ninth Master.

“Boss Meng... save me... save me!” Ninth Master cried out desperately.

Tan Junwen was ecstatic, shouting at Yan Yu, “Yan Yu, you’re finished! Boss Meng himself has come—there’s no way you’ll leave here alive today!”

Tan Junwen himself hadn’t expected that his status was high enough to summon Meng Guohui, the undisputed kingpin of Rong City’s underworld.

Ordinarily, unless Tan Junwen’s own father called, Meng Guohui would never show up in person.

With that thought, Tan Junwen felt a surge of pride. He glanced over at Su Han, thinking that surely she’d be impressed by his influence and finally give in to him.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Meng Guohui coughed lightly and then said:

“Young Master Yan, forgive me—I’m a few minutes late.”

Young Master Yan?!

Who was Meng Guohui addressing?!

Tan Junwen stiffened, turning his head toward Yan Yu. Among everyone present, wasn’t he the only one surnamed Yan?

Kneeling on the ground, Ninth Master’s face twisted in shock. He stared at the high schooler beside him in disbelief.

He was Yan Yu?!

Now, regret flooded Ninth Master’s heart. He’d long heard Boss Meng say that you could offend anyone, but never provoke Yan Yu from Rong No. 1 High.

Even Meng Guohui dared not cross him—what was Song Jiulong, Meng’s own lackey, thinking by making trouble for Yan Yu?

Su Han looked at Yan Yu with new astonishment—she had never imagined that even a figure like Meng Guohui would show up personally for him.

Moreover, the fact that Meng Guohui addressed him as “Young Master Yan” proved even he had to show Yan Yu respect!

This brat... just who was he, really?

Faced with Meng Guohui’s apology, Yan Yu didn’t even lift his eyelids. He simply said coolly, “So, how do you propose we settle today’s matter?”

Meng Guohui considered for a moment. “Song Jiulong is my man. If he’s offended you, Young Master Yan, you may deal with him as you see fit. But as for Tan Junwen... that’s a bit tricky.”

“What’s so tricky about it? Should I have my second mother give you a call?” Yan Yu replied nonchalantly.

Meng Guohui shuddered involuntarily and quickly shook his head. “With your status, Young Master Yan, there’s nothing in Rong City that can’t be resolved. Whatever you say goes—my loyalty is yours, unconditionally!”

At these words, both Tan Junwen and Ninth Master felt their hearts sink into the abyss.

No matter how foolish they might be, at this moment they understood one thing.

They had picked a fight with someone utterly untouchable—a force they could never hope to challenge in their entire lives.