Chapter 1259: Chapter 1260: Conflict (Part 2)

“Pa! Pa!”

With two crisp slaps, the originally noisy scene suddenly quieted down.

Both of those guys were holding their faces, having just been slapped by Song Xiaodong.

The others stared at Song Xiaodong in shock, hardly believing what they had just witnessed.

These people were all from the prominent families of Beijing, and those who could be brought to such a gathering were essentially individuals whom their families intended to cultivate.

Anyone picked from this crowd would be a significant figure, especially to those from regional families who couldn’t wait to curry favor with the big families of Beijing.

Yet here was an outsider, who dared to strike people from these major families.

One of them was named Dongfang Liang, a member of the sixth-ranked Dongfang Family.

The other one was Murong Huaqing, whose family, although second-tier, had good relations with the Dongfang Family. Nevertheless, he was still someone from a prominent family of Beijing, not someone a regional family could afford to offend.

“You… you actually dared to hit me?” Dongfang Liang shouted furiously.

“So what if I hit you?” Song Xiaodong said indifferently.

Dongfang Liang raged, “Do you know who I am? Do you know where this is? Do you know you are doomed, and your family is doomed too?”

Song Xiaodong snorted, his hands behind his back, and said calmly, “Just based on you?”

Song Xiaodong’s face showed no mocking expression, and his tone was quite flat. Yet, it revealed a strong disdain, as if Dongfang Liang didn’t even deserve to speak such words to him.

In fact, this was a matter of fact: Song Xiaodong was the Family Head, whereas Dongfang Liang was just a third-generation offspring, having no qualification to be on the same level as Song Xiaodong.

Having been the Family Head for so long, Song Xiaodong naturally carried an air of authority, the aura of someone in power, which those young scions present could not yet possess.

Dongfang Liang said through gritted teeth, “Fine, fine! You’re arrogant enough! Initially, I would have let you go, but now that you’ve hit us, you’ll be staying here today!”

This time, Song Xiaodong couldn’t even be bothered to respond, and turned to walk out. These arrogant rich kids made him feel like they lacked the demeanor of great family heirs. If such heirs were the future of their families, then decline was imminent.

“You want to escape? No way, stop him!” Dongfang Liang shouted, then swung his fist towards the back of Song Xiaodong’s head.

“Beat you to death!” Murong Huaqing, not willing to show weakness, kicked at Song Xiaodong’s lower back.

However, these guys had never trained, and their moves weren’t even as effective as those of regular street brawlers.

For people of their status, they rarely had opportunities for physical altercations. If a fight was ever warranted, their family guards or bodyguards would handle it. Yet at gatherings like these, family guards awaited outside and couldn’t help.

Such attacks couldn’t even slightly harm Song Xiaodong; he casually swatted them aside, sending both of them sprawling to the ground.

Then Song Xiaodong continued towards the door.

“Friend, hold up!” a young man blocked Song Xiaodong’s path.

This was a man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven, tall and handsome, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, appearing refined yet carrying an aura of authority.

That was merely a facade; from him, Song Xiaodong sensed the presence of a master, to the point that Song Xiaodong couldn’t discern his true strength.

This surprised Song Xiaodong, but soon he found it natural. After all, not all scions of these major families were worthless; people like He Lingzhi, that girl, was also from a prominent family, yet focused on martial arts.

In this era, those who valued martial arts often had a steadfast will, which piqued Song Xiaodong’s interest in this young man.

“What do you want?” Song Xiaodong looked at him calmly, his hands still behind him.

“I am Shen Lang, a member of the Shen Family of Beijing,” the young man introduced himself with a smile.

“Ah, from the Shen Family, I see. My apologies,” Song Xiaodong responded politely, having some understanding of the power dynamics among Beijing Families, knowing the Shen Family ranked third.

Shen Lang smiled slightly again and said, “You only need to know my name is Shen Lang. The family is just my background, which doesn’t represent anything.”

Shen Lang’s words further showed that he didn’t want to rely on his identity to demonstrate anything; he was himself, and the family was the family.

This also indirectly revealed his confidence; Shen Lang didn’t need to rely on his family’s power to make a name for himself.

Song Xiaodong said, “May I ask why you’re stopping me? Are you standing up for them?”

At this moment, Dongfang Liang angrily shouted, “Young Master Shen, why are you wasting words on him? Just take him out. He dared to hit a member of the Beijing families, especially in your territory, showing no regard for us whatsoever.”

Shen Lang ignored Dongfang Liang and said to Song Xiaodong, “Song Xiaodong, Ningjian Minghe Su Family Head, how could I, Shen Lang, show any disrespect to Patriarch Song?”