God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 658 - 728, Bring it On!

"..."

Bai Rou couldn’t find the words to reply; she always felt that this guy was playing the rogue, yet what he said made some sense. She understood her brother all too well—he loved stirring up trouble.

However, for some reason, Bai Rou felt somewhat irritated. It was Fang Yi’s ruffian-like demeanor that annoyed her.

"He is my brother. Can’t you just cut him some slack?" Bai Rou said again.

"How was I supposed to know he was your brother?" Fang Yi replied.

"..."

Bai Rou was rendered speechless once more.

This time, Fang Yi gave a slight smile and said, "All right, since you’ve spoken, I won’t make it hard for him anymore. Take him away. I won’t take the money he lost to me. Consider it your dowry."

A flush of inexplicable red swept over Bai Rou’s pretty face for a fleeting moment. She glared coldly at Fang Yi and warned, "Keep talking nonsense, and I’ll make sure you can’t show your face."

With a smile, Fang Yi responded, "Keep talking nonsense, and be careful I might start making advances on you."

His words were somewhat intimidating. Bai Rou, being the Bai Family’s daughter, would be scandalized if a man were to make advances on her in public here. Were it to spread, how could she face anyone?

This guy appeared harmless, but ultimately, Bai Rou dared not take the risk. She vaguely felt that Fang Yi was capable of doing it.

"I definitely won’t let you off," Bai Rou said through gritted teeth. Thinking back to the selection event of the Dragon Team, and the intimacy that had arisen when Fang Yi treated her injuries, Bai Rou could hardly contain her anger.

"Good, I’ll be waiting," Fang Yi replied, still smiling.

In the end, Bai Rou gave Fang Yi one last glare, turned around, and walked to Bai Xiaohua. Under the authoritative air of Bai Rou, Bai Xiaohua, the prominent young master of Tianjing, didn’t dare say a word, bowed his head, and prepared to leave dispiritedly.

Before leaving, however, Bai Xiaohua couldn’t resist throwing out a fierce remark, "Fang Yi, don’t be smug. Evil never prevails over good. You won’t be rampant for long."

Fang Yi was speechless. Bai Xiaohua’s delusions of grandeur were too deep.

At that moment, just as Bai Xiaohua was being led away by Bai Rou, there was a sudden commotion at the door, followed by a burst of chatter among the crowd.

"Look quickly, that’s the young master of the Song Family!"

"It’s not just him; there’s also Kong Mubai from the Kong Family!"

"Wow! How come they’re all here? It’s really surprising!"

Everyone was astonished and the buzz of conversation continued.

Tianjing had seven prominent young masters, each year elected from the noble families, a testament to a family’s influence and status in Tianjing.

For instance, the young master of the Song Family, known for his exceptional leadership skills and innate intelligence, far surpassed the ordinary.

And then there was Kong Mubai from the Kong Family, who, despite his young age, had reached unbelievable heights in the political arena, warranting the honorific title of "young master."

Besides the young masters of the Song and Kong Families, several others had also arrived.

The entire bar became bustling and extraordinarily lively. As the person in charge of the bar, Song Hongye was surprised to see these young masters arrive but did not intervene—there was simply no need.

However, Song Hongye faintly guessed that they had likely come because of Fang Yi.

Things were getting more interesting.

Watching the group, full of swagger, Fang Yi was suddenly reminded of a TV segment he had seen, something called Meteor Garden, where four handsome men made their entrance exactly like this—it struck him as extremely amusing.

Bai Xiaohua had been planning to leave, but seeing his companions arrive, he instantly perked up and quickly struggled out of Bai Rou’s grasp.

This really irritated Bai Rou, but seeing the situation at the scene, she suddenly didn’t want to leave anymore. She decided to stay to see what would happen next, especially how that guy would handle it.

Bai Rou’s gaze shifted to Song Hongye’s side, and she walked over to him, picking up a bottle of red wine from the glass table to drink. Song Hongye expressed his displeasure, "Bai Rou, you’re being unreasonable."

"Song Hongye, it’s just a bottle of wine," Bai Rou said indifferently. "I can afford a few more."

"No need, consider it my treat," Song Hongye replied.

"In that case, thank you," Bai Rou said.

As they spoke, neither looked at each other. Instead, they seemed to communicate telepathically, both focusing intently on the stage, absorbed in the situation there.

In any event, with the arrival of these young masters, the place had become extraordinarily lively, marking the night as anything but ordinary.

Upstairs in the bar, unbeknownst to anyone, two elderly men were already standing.

Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Shuo.

"Junior brother, do you really want to bet on Fang Yi winning?" Wang Shuo asked quietly.

"Yes, I have high hopes for this young man," Zhang Qingfeng replied.

Wang Shuo’s eyes gleamed coldly as he said, "It’s a pity this child is the bastard of the Fang Family. No matter how much you think of him, he will never return to the Fang Family. What’s the point?"

Zhang Qingfeng said, "Nothing is difficult for those who are determined. I trust my instincts."

"Hmph, ’instincts,’ you’re just dreaming," Wang Shuo retorted.

Zhang Qingfeng smiled and said no more. Actions spoke louder than words.

"Greetings, Elder Wang, greetings, Master Calculus."

These young masters had gone up to the stage and paid their respects to Wang Zhuo and Master Calculus. While they might have been perfunctory toward Wang Zhuo, they did not dare to skimp on their respect toward Master Calculus, showing genuine reverence.

Master Calculus remained impassive and silent. The young masters did not continue speaking but turned their attention to Fang Yi.

A young man with a smile on his face and his hair parted in the middle seemed to effortlessly exude charm. He introduced himself, "I am Song He."

"Fang Yi."

"I am Kong Mubai."

"Jian Song."

"Zhao Liyu."

There were four young masters in total.

Their actions were friendly, and there was no apparent hostility in their demeanor. However, it was this very manner of respectful treatment by these prestigious young masters toward Fang Yi that set the stage for a confrontation.

Fang Yi, remaining composed, asked, "Are you here for me, young masters?"

Song He replied, "I have long heard of your great reputation, Fang Yi, and have come to seek your guidance."

The other three, though silent, shared Song He’s intent.

Regardless of whether the others were influential figures in Tianjing, Fang Yi was unbothered. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one, put it in his mouth, and lit it. Only then did Fang Yi slowly say, "Advice aside, better to say you’ve come to defeat me."

Kong Mubai’s face, fair and smiling, responded, "Alright, let’s not mince words. We’re indeed here to defeat you. Do you dare to accept our challenge?"

Their sharp gazes were like swords, focused on Fang Yi.

The room fell silent, with no one daring to make a sound, lest they drown out Fang Yi’s voice.

Fang Yi took a drag of the smoke, exhaled, and as the smoke twisted around his face, blurring it slightly, he calmly said, "Why would I not? Come at me if you wish."

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