Chapter 83: The Fiery Soul None Dare Provoke

Chapter 83: The Fiery Ones No One Dares Provoke

Young Master Xu's reaction left everyone present utterly stunned.

The group of underlings stared in disbelief as Young Master Xu fell to his knees.

The tattooed man forgot to shout, and those around him were frozen in shock.

Shen An looked at the kneeling Young Master Xu with surprise.

"You?"

He too was baffled by the other's sudden change in attitude.

"Mr. Shen, I was wrong. I failed to recognize your greatness. Please, spare me," Young Master Xu pleaded with genuine sincerity, his tone earnest and heartfelt.

His eyes were sincere, and when Shen An glanced over, he nodded repeatedly, begging like a dog.

"You know me?" Shen An asked.

"Yes, Mr. Shen. Your name is well known," Young Master Xu replied, disregarding his own status.

Now that Shen An was here, what status did Young Master Xu have left? If he was merely a young master, then Shen An was a king among men.

Moreover, in the eyes of Silver City's great families, this so-called young master was nothing—no one took him seriously.

Shen An nodded, finding the other’s attitude reasonable—not the sort of person beyond redemption.

For such people, Shen An was never one to make things unnecessarily difficult.

"Very well. Since you know who I am, I’ll leave this matter to you," Shen An said, releasing his grip on the tattooed man's arm.

He stepped aside, arms folded, watching coldly.

Young Master Xu stood up, glancing at the people behind Shen An.

Understanding his meaning, Shen An said, "They’re my family. As for those men over there, they said they’re your subordinates. They stole from my family. Handle it as you see fit."

Shen An spoke amiably.

This, however, frightened Young Master Xu out of his wits.

"Lao Hua, come here," he called, glancing at the tattooed man.

His tone was anything but pleasant.

With his future at stake, Young Master Xu could no longer afford to be lenient.

When Lao Hua shuffled over, Young Master Xu suddenly slapped him hard across the face.

The tattooed man was knocked to the ground by the blow. Struggling to his feet, he cried, "Young Master, I was wrong."

By now, he understood the situation perfectly.

His supposed backer had just knelt without hesitation before this man.

Such a thing had never happened before.

And the young master’s tone and attitude were even more respectful than his own had ever been toward Young Master Xu.

Not a fool, the tattooed man was actually quite shrewd.

"Young Master, here’s three thousand yuan," he hastily produced all the money from his pocket.

In truth, he had only stolen two thousand.

Young Master Xu took the money with a scowl, glancing at Shen An, who was watching him closely. Reflexively, he turned and kicked the tattooed man again.

"Damn it, you dare steal anyone’s money? You must have a death wish!"

He did not hold back with that kick.

With Shen An watching nearby, he dared not put on a show.

The tattooed man dared not make a sound, pinned to the ground as Young Master Xu beat him mercilessly.

Afterward, he gave the rest of the group a beating as well.

Finally, Shen An waved his hand.

Young Master Xu hurried over.

"Mr. Shen, what do you think?" he asked, pointing at the men.

Shen An said, "In the future, I don't want to see them stealing again. Can you do that?"

It seemed a casual remark, but Young Master Xu agreed without a moment's thought, "Absolutely, absolutely."

Shen An took the three thousand yuan and handed it to his second uncle.

"Xiao An, they gave too much," Uncle Shen counted the money and found an extra thousand.

"It’s nothing, consider it compensation," Shen An replied indifferently.

At that moment, his second uncle felt that Shen An had truly changed.

The other party was a young master of this area, yet before Shen An could utter a word, the man was already kneeling. Such awe could not be described in words.

His father was filled with pride.

Shen Wenjing gazed at her brother with shining eyes. The brother who had always been so honest and unassuming at home now seemed entirely different—powerful, formidable.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons.

A pair of large hands ruffled her hair.

"Come, let’s go eat something delicious," Shen An said with a smile, withdrawing his hand as he noticed Shen Wenjing staring at him.

Immediately, Shen Wenjing cheered joyfully, forgetting his earlier gesture. She grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, I want seafood. I heard the hotpot in the city is really good. Take me there!"

Standing by, Young Master Xu instantly offered, eager to please.

"Mr. Shen, there’s a place not far from here. Why don’t I take you? Besides, it’s hard to get a cab at this hour."

Shen An did not refuse.

Young Master Xu was influential in this area, and soon they all arrived at the restaurant.

During the meal, they talked at length. Shen Wenjing ate non-stop, her mouth never idle.

His father and second uncle kept questioning him about his recent experiences and about the matter of Awakened Ones.

Shen An knew they had learned about it from the news.

Fortunately, the news had not spread widely yet; only Shen Wenjing had found out.

Shen An gave a vague reply, claiming he had awakened after eating a special fruit, and said little about his company.

He merely mentioned owning a company, omitting its size.

On one hand, Future Group still faced many hidden dangers. On the other, there was the matter of the Shadow Division.

He worried his family might want to visit the company, and if their identities were discovered, it could put them in danger.

Furthermore, he feared attacks from the Shadow Division.

In any case, now was not the time to make things public.

During the meal, Shen An contacted Bai Weiwei and asked her to show his family around.

He himself had more pressing matters to attend to.

Not long after, Bai Weiwei arrived.

"Brother, who is she?" Shen Wenjing quietly asked in his ear.

Shen An didn’t evade the question. "A friend. I have some things to handle now. She’ll take you to find a place to stay. I’ll come find you when I’m done."

He turned to his father and uncle. "Dad, I have to take care of something. I’ll be back when I’m finished."

His father and second uncle were understanding. Seeing that Shen An truly had business to attend to, they did not blame him.

"Go on, we’ll stroll around with Wenjing," they said.

Shen An nodded, gave a few instructions to Bai Weiwei, and left.

At the Emperor Grand Hotel,

Shen An saw Wang Yuan, battered and bruised, along with Wang Bao, who carried a bow on his back.

Both men shared the surname Wang—what a coincidence.

"Boss," Wang Yuan stepped forward.

He had now chosen to follow Shen An, determined to stay close to him.

In a private suite with a bed inside, Shen An found Mu Linqiu lying there quietly.