Chapter 82: Those Whom One Cannot Afford to Offend

Chapter Eighty-Two: Someone Not to Be Provoked

Moreover, the officer on duty recalled the look in Shen An’s eyes just moments ago. That was no ordinary gaze—it was very likely the look of one of those rumored Awakened.

The officer felt caught in a difficult position.

“Comrades, I’ll give you an explanation for this matter,” he said, speaking with utmost caution.

Shen An glanced at him. “They stole from my family—go and retrieve our belongings.”

The man nodded hurriedly. A moment later, several security guards appeared.

These men moved forward, preparing to search the thieves.

“Hey, do you have any idea who I am? Damn it, are your eyes in your crotches? You dare provoke someone from Young Master Xu’s crew? Try laying a finger on me and see what happens!” the tattooed man with the floral sleeve shouted.

At that, the officer and the guards exchanged looks, not daring to proceed.

The officer spoke with some embarrassment. “Perhaps we should just let it go. That one over there belongs to Young Master Xu. He’s not someone you can afford to offend.”

He spoke with tact, as if trying to persuade Shen An.

Shen An replied dismissively, “And who is Young Master Xu?”

His father and uncle both frowned, clearly not expecting that the other party had such a background.

“Forget it, Xiao An. They don’t look easy to deal with. Let’s just go—nothing valuable was taken,” Uncle Shen Jiaye said.

Shen An shook his head.

“Uncle, don’t worry. You traveled a long way to get here—you can’t just swallow this insult. Besides, I’m not quite the same as before.” He offered his family a reassuring smile.

With his clairvoyant eye, Shen An swept over the group. He then said, “Uncle, you have money now—how can you say several thousand yuan isn’t valuable?”

“Besides, your mobile phone is with them too.”

He stepped forward, stopping beside the yellow-haired thug.

His father, uncle, and cousin looked at him in surprise—they hadn’t expected him to know so much.

So this is what an Awakened is like?

For a moment, their confidence in Shen An soared.

Shen An looked down at the yellow-haired man.

“Hand it over,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! And our Young Master will be here soon—you’re finished. You won’t be able to show your faces around here,” the yellow-haired man blustered, unable to meet Shen An’s gaze and resorting to threats to bolster his courage.

Shen An couldn’t be bothered to listen to his nonsense. He reached out directly, his hand searching the man’s pockets.

“Hey, don’t touch me.”

The yellow-haired thug tried to shield himself, but Shen An’s strength was overwhelming. With one swift motion, he pulled out a mobile phone from the man’s pocket.

The man’s face changed at once. Even the tattooed man with the floral sleeve, who had been howling in pain, looked on in surprise. He forgot his injury and stood up.

Unfazed by their shock, Shen An handed the phone to Shen Wenjing.

She took it, delighted.

Shen An’s gaze then shifted to the tattooed man.

“You too—hand it over,” he said in an even tone.

The tattooed man instinctively took a step back.

“I don’t have what you want,” he protested.

He couldn’t possibly hand it over. Young Master Xu would be here soon. If he gave it up now, not only would he lose face, but Young Master Xu would be displeased. And if Xu found out they’d been stealing, he might even have his hand chopped off.

This was something that could never be admitted, nor could he hand over the goods.

As for the yellow-haired guy—he could just push the blame onto him, claim ignorance, and at worst take a beating.

The tattooed man’s actions made Shen An frown.

Shen An stepped forward again. Before the man could retreat, he grabbed his arm.

The tattooed man screamed in agony.

Shen An was gripping the arm with the recently broken finger. The pain was so intense that cold sweat poured from his forehead.

Many present looked on in shock—especially his uncle and father.

This Shen An was nothing like the weak, helpless boy they remembered from back home.

To be fair, he used to get into fights at school all the time. But seeing him like this now, they felt more concern than fear.

Their family was ordinary. They’d never encountered anything like this before, and the other side was supposedly some powerful young master. Just hearing that was enough to make them uneasy.

As for Shen An, they realized they didn’t understand him as well as they thought. What kind of life was their son living out there? They were suddenly uncertain.

“Shen An, are you sure this is okay?” his uncle ventured.

Shen An didn’t look back. “Uncle, Dad, relax—it’s nothing. We’ll go out to eat in a bit.”

At his words, they felt much more at ease.

The tattooed man was drenched in cold sweat, unable even to scream now, his entire arm nearly numb from the pain.

Just then, a luxury car rolled up.

A young man dressed head-to-toe in designer brands stepped out. Someone else opened the door for him.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Young Master Xu strolled over at a leisurely pace.

“What’s going on here? Who is this, that he doesn’t even give me face?” he called out before he’d even arrived.

Shen An didn’t let go, still gripping the tattooed man’s arm.

Young Master Xu approached, wearing black sunglasses. He raised his head, looking ahead.

A striking young woman came into view. His eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed his sunglasses to his forehead for a better look.

Shen Wenjing’s looks might not have been dazzling, but her outfit, paired with her lively features, radiated youth and vivacity—making her more and more appealing the longer one looked.

Sensing his gaze, Shen Wenjing glared back at him.

“Hey!” Shen An called out.

He turned. “You’re Young Master Xu?”

It was the first time someone had spoken to him like that. Curious, Xu looked over just as Shen An’s gaze met his own.

In that instant, Xu froze.

At the sight of Shen An, Xu hesitated. His mind buzzed as if he was about to faint, blood rushing to his head—he nearly collapsed on the spot.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

That image from the television.

That silhouette.

That gaze.

And the things his father had told him at home.

“This man is now the master of Future Group. Your father’s greatest wish is to know him personally.”

“The four great families of Silver City—now that the Chen family has fallen, one of those seats belongs to him.”

“And Xu Jiang, this man is an Awakened.” His father had told him so much—countless legends about this man.

How he became the master of Silver City’s top conglomerate, the terrifying strength he possessed.

And speculation on how those in power viewed him now.

All of this, his father had warned him about in detail.

Never in his life had Xu Jiang received such admonitions from his father.

Now, the moment he met Shen An’s gaze, he seemed to understand his fate.

With a thud, Young Master Xu went down on his knees.

Without a moment’s hesitation.

His reaction left everyone present utterly dumbfounded.

The tattooed man and his followers stared in bewilderment at Xu, now kneeling on the ground.