From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 52: Guess Who’s Fighting Again?

After receiving Sian’s kick, the man dropped to his knees. It was clear that Sian’s attack had been anything but gentle. Standing before the fallen man, Sian grabbed his hair roughly, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze. The man who had attacked him was the one with black eyes—handsome and radiant. Well, not anymore. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Sian sneered, his voice laced with mockery and anger. "Listen, you. I don’t like being attacked from behind. If it weren’t obvious that you’re friends with Lan Qisheng, I would’ve buried you here myself."

His next words were directed at the honey-eyed man and the woman approaching him. "And you two... You’d better behave. Even if I can’t kill you, I have a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead."

"We’re sorry. I didn’t expect my brother to attack you," the man said, bowing his head in sincere apology. Then, he added, "We apologize on his behalf. So, could you let him go, please?"

"What the hell are you doing?" the man on the ground spat, his voice filled with disbelief. "Are you really bowing to this bastard? He’s the one who humiliated Xiao Shu first!"

The man was utterly shocked. He was on the same level as Lan Qisheng in strength and had mastered several combat techniques. Yet, he had been taken down by a teenager who barely had any hair on his body? That was an unbearable humiliation. He glared at Sian with even more hatred, and when his brother lowered his head in apology, his expression darkened even further.

Sian had no real desire to fight either. After receiving a genuine apology, he let go of the man. Well, not exactly—he flung him away by the hair he had been holding.

But did the man accept defeat and retreat? No. Before his brother could drag him away, he lunged at Sian a second time, this time intending to use all his strength to make the brat bleed and beg for mercy.

[Some people never learn]. Sian thought, dodging the incoming punch aimed at his face. In one swift move, he grabbed the attacking arm, pivoted his body, and bent slightly forward.

Boom!

With a perfect shoulder throw, Sian slammed the man into the marble floor. The sound of bones cracking echoed in the air.

"Ziming!" The woman screamed her friend’s name in horror, rushing toward him in her high heels. The others followed suit. The honey-eyed man remained silent as he checked his fallen brother’s condition, while the "white lotus" sobbed uncontrollably, mumbling incoherent words between his tears and snot.

Don’t ask Sian how he felt watching this cheap drama unfold.

"Shut up," he scoffed. "Stop whining like a woman. Even the woman next to you isn’t acting as pathetic as you are. He’s not dead—just unconscious. He broke a rib on his left side, he’ll be fine in a few days."

The woman was about to retort when the sound of approaching footsteps made every one pause.

A deep, authoritative voice echoed from the entrance.

"What’s going on here?"

Lan Qisheng had only left Sian alone for a few hours. He never imagined—even in his wildest dreams—that the boy would cause trouble in such a short time.

Yet, the reality was right in front of him. His childhood friend lay unconscious on the floor. His other friend was frantically calling for an ambulance. And Bai Yuxi—the adopted son of his friend’s family and their precious darling—looked like a complete mess from crying.

The poor colonel nearly rubbed his face in frustration.

Then, a teasing voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, darling, you’re here?" Sian’s voice was suddenly playful, his earlier anger vanishing in an instant. "Perfect timing. Help me escort our dear guests out. It’s late, and I want to eat and sleep in peace."

He tilted his head slightly, eyes filled with mischief.

"Oh, by the way, sweetheart, you never told me that other people could just waltz into your house whenever they pleased. If that’s the case, I might have to reconsider living with you. You know I hate disturbances."

At those words, Lan Qisheng forgot everything—trouble? Friends? What trouble? What friends? His beloved was about to slip away!

"Sian, don’t say that! This was my fault. I should’ve told them about you earlier," he said, his voice urgent. "I’ll change the locks. No one will bother you in the future. Just stay here, alright?"

"Shū shu, what are you saying? Look at Ziming!" Bai Yuxi suddenly cut in, his voice sharp and filled with indignation. "That guy beat up my brother Ziming until he passed out! He’s not a good person, no matter how much he pretends to be. You should kick him out immediately!"

His words were laced with manipulation, trying to twist the situation in his favour and throw dirt on Sian.

But Lan Qisheng wasn’t stupid. He knew Sian’s character well. The teenager was strong-willed and a little violent, but unless someone crossed his bottom line, he never cared enough to start a fight.

"I know Sian," Lan Qisheng said coldly. "If he hit Ziming, there was a reason. Sian isn’t the type to attack someone just because he feels like it. So, tell me—who made the first move?"

His voice was sharp and terrifying, laced with an unmistakable killing intent.

Bai Yuxi nearly pissed himself in fear. He had always been terrified of this man. Even though he was forced to call him Xiao Shū shu, it was painfully clear that Lan Qisheng never saw him as anything—certainly not as a friend. In fact, Bai Yuxi always had the distinct feeling that the man held a natural dislike toward him.

The heavy silence was broken when the honey-eyed man finally spoke.

"I’m sorry, Qisheng. Ziming was the one who started it. He attacked your... lover first. We’ll come back and apologize properly another day. But for now, with your permission, I’d like to take my brother to the hospital. The ambulance is taking too long."

With those words, the brewing storm finally dissipated.

The uninvited guests left, and at last, peace returned to the house.