Chapter 65: The Arrogant Young Master

Hai Tian International Hotel

Chen Erpao and Wang Xuemei spent quite some time persuading his grandmother before she finally agreed to dine in such a high-end establishment. Chen Erpao was, after all, a local boss of some influence these days, and since this rare occasion was for meeting the family, he didn’t mind spending a little extra—after all, investing in a lifelong beauty to accompany him was well worth it.

The hotel’s second and third floors were both designated for dining, but the third floor consisted entirely of private rooms, more luxurious and quiet. The three of them went straight up to the third floor and entered a suite named “Southern Heaven Gate.”

Chen Erpao thought to himself, “This is it, my life has been worthwhile—now I’ve even entered the Southern Heaven Gate. If the Jade Emperor were to crawl out from under the table, it’d be worth even more.”

They ordered four dishes and a soup, along with a bottle of red wine. Chen Erpao sat off to the side, feeling ignored, smoking quietly while watching Wang Xuemei and his grandmother engrossed in conversation.

He mused, “Grandma isn’t strange at all! As long as she’s satisfied with her future grandson-in-law, that’s enough for me.”

The meal lasted over half an hour. After settling the bill and stepping out, a sudden waft of perfume filled the air, and a familiar, lovely face appeared before his eyes.

“It’s you.” Chen Erpao and Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed in unison.

Zhang Xiaoyu was dressed today in a crisp white suit and matching heels, giving her an ethereal, pure appearance, though her face showed traces of panic and fear.

Wang Xuemei, suddenly encountering her idol, was delighted, immediately sidling up to Zhang Xiaoyu and whispering excitedly.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked around nervously, her two assistants urging her, “Xiaoyu, let’s hurry. If Dundee sees us, it’ll be trouble.”

No sooner had they spoken than a young man in his twenties, with mixed Eastern and Western features, stepped out from a room, smiling faintly. “Why is it trouble when you see me, Xiaoyu? Am I really so disagreeable to you?”

Chen Erpao observed the scene and began to understand: this mixed-blood man must be the so-called Dundee.

Dundee possessed the tall, upright build of a foreigner, a handsome face, and wore clothes of world-famous brands. Several tall men, bodyguard-like figures, followed behind him—clearly a man of wealth and status.

Zhang Xiaoyu replied impatiently, “We just finished eating and are heading back now.”

Dundee seemed accustomed to her attitude, smiling gently. “I have some friends from the real estate industry here. Come in and sit for a bit—I’ll introduce you.”

“No need.” Zhang Xiaoyu’s tone turned even colder, she glanced at Chen Erpao and was about to leave, but suddenly two men in black sprang from behind Dundee, blocking her path.

Dundee swaggered up to Zhang Xiaoyu, casting a disdainful glance at Chen Erpao, but his gaze lingered a moment on Wang Xuemei.

“Don’t be so disrespectful! At least show me some face in front of all these people.”

Zhang Xiaoyu, helpless, looked at the black-clad men blocking her way. Her eyes flickered, as if struck by an idea, and she suddenly grabbed Chen Erpao’s arm, adopting a very intimate pose.

“I’m leaving with my boyfriend. You wouldn’t want to keep all of us here just to meet your friends, would you?” Zhang Xiaoyu looked expectantly at Chen Erpao as she spoke to Dundee.

Wang Xuemei was taken aback, but her quick wit grasped the situation, and she stayed silent, not exposing the ruse.

Dundee glared at Chen Erpao, his expression full of threat. “Kid, she’s just using you as a shield. If you’re smart, get out of the way.”

“Is that so!” Chen Erpao smiled calmly, pulling Zhang Xiaoyu close, which only fueled Dundee’s fury.

“She’s my girlfriend. I don’t know what shield you’re talking about. We’re leaving now.” With Zhang Xiaoyu in his arms, Chen Erpao turned to leave, only to have the black-clad men blocking their path suddenly throw a punch.

Chen Erpao, unimpressed, used one hand to perform a grappling move while his foot struck out swiftly. Though the moves were simple, they were fast, ruthless, and precise.

The two black-clad men had no time to react—one’s right arm dislocated, the other clutched his stomach and crouched to the ground.

Dundee was stunned. These bodyguards were retired soldiers he’d hired at great expense, yet they were dispatched so easily. His pride wounded, he immediately signaled another pair of guards to attack.

“Let me handle this, Dundee.” A foreign man, towering over a meter eighty-five, stepped forward. His powerful frame resembled that of a fierce lion, exuding wildness.

Seeing Dogg take action, Dundee’s anxiety eased. He’d witnessed Dogg’s skills firsthand—once a mercenary in Africa, he’d killed a lion barehanded. Dundee’s real aim for this dinner was to recruit him.

Dogg walked over with a relaxed, mocking smile, removing his jacket to reveal a thick mat of chest hair.

Zhang Xiaoyu, seeing this beast-like giant, grew worried for Chen Erpao and regretted having dragged him into this mess.

Chen Erpao gently pushed Zhang Xiaoyu and Wang Xuemei aside for safety. Throughout, his expression remained calm, betraying no hint of worry or panic.

Dogg laughed heartily, swinging his massive fist like an iron hammer, the force of his punch sending a gust of wind toward Chen Erpao’s face.

Chen Erpao, composed, didn’t dodge or flinch, raising his own fist to meet Dogg’s head-on. With a loud bang, Chen Erpao’s body shook but didn’t retreat an inch, while Dogg was forced back three steps, nearly losing his balance.

Dogg looked at his swollen hand, astonished as if confronted by something unbelievable. His earlier playful expression vanished, replaced by intense fighting spirit.

“Now it’s my turn!” As soon as Chen Erpao finished speaking, he darted forward, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. His limbs left afterimages in the air, and the clash of blows rang out like the sound of metal striking metal.

Suddenly, Dogg, instead of dodging, endured several punches before darting behind Chen Erpao. With both arms, he grabbed him in a tight bear hug.

Dogg’s veins bulged as he squeezed harder, tightening his hold. Wang Xuemei and Zhang Xiaoyu watched anxiously, their hands clenched, exchanging a quick glance but keeping silent.

Chen Erpao felt his chest compressed, his breathing labored. He tried to force his arms outward, but to little effect—the position prevented him from exerting his full strength. But Dogg was in worse shape. Though he seemed to have the upper hand, he knew full well he was merely containing a beast for the moment. If it broke free, the consequences would be dire.

At that moment, Chen Erpao tilted his head to the left and delivered a fierce upward kick with his right foot.

Dogg’s head felt as if struck by lightning, buzzing as though swarmed with bees. Seizing the opportunity, Chen Erpao’s fists flashed like lightning, raining blows down without pause.

With a thunderous crash, Dogg’s massive body slammed to the floor, his once handsome face now swollen like a pig’s head.