CHAPTER 1586: CHAPTER 1638: THERE IS ALWAYS A HIGHER HEAVEN, AND STRONGER MEN BEYOND MEN

Not to mention anything else, just the men at the dinner table today, apart from Li Yifei, if Yueyang has any issues, they would all be willing to help. That’s the benefit of being in the circle; everyone eats and drinks together regularly, even swapping women who aren’t important to play with. Yet, when it comes to serious matters, they are quite dependable.

Especially Yueyang felt that knowing Yan Silong was beneficial. This guy’s rank isn’t high, but his position is quite decent, and generally speaking, he can make things happen in many places. Compared to the political sphere, Yueyang might not be weaker than Yan.

But today... after being beaten, Yueyang was determined to regain his dignity. However, once he stood up, he saw the few individuals amidst the crowd on the opposing side, and his heart sank. Damn, the other party brought that person over, and instantly, the difference in power between the two sides became overwhelmingly noticeable.

The elder in their family is a ministerial-level cadre; is this something Yueyang can contend with?

Only people like Zhao Yi or Little Flower would regard assets of millions or tens of millions as money. In the Capital City, anyone can pull out a property, and it’s likely worth this much, which really isn’t much. Moreover, Yueyang’s tens of millions in assets aren’t actual cash worth ten million; most of it is invested in business.

Accept the defeat, Yueyang told himself. Not just him, even if all those people in the private room were called out, none would be a match for the opponent. However, if he truly wanted to cause trouble, Yueyang felt that with Yan Silong and his captain on his side, they might not suffer too much if they took action.

But you can’t do that; it would mean he cannot continue living in the Capital City.

At this moment, Yueyang felt an unprecedented sense of defeat, quickly lowering his head to avoid eye contact with that person.

Zhao Yi, still being dragged, saw Yueyang not speaking and became more terrified. She struggled a bit, turning back to shout in Yueyang’s direction, "Brother Yue, save me!"

Yueyang, overwhelmed with his own troubles, heard her cry out, lifted his head, and said to the people across, "Everyone, it was my fault earlier. I drank too much and bumped into this buddy. I’m willing to compensate, please let my female companion go."

"Huh..." The person who firstly took action sneered, spat, and the spittle landed on Yueyang’s body, mocking, "What do you amount to? And you talk about compensation, coming out to flaunt with just that little amount of money?"

Another person said, "It’s fine that you bumped into me. Hit my brother, and I’d directly finish you off!"

The crowd laughed heartily, and Yueyang only nodded, apologizing, "Yes, I was wrong, I should have never done that, please forgive me..."

If there were only those few competitors, Yueyang would definitely not be afraid, nor would he bow his head, even if he had been beaten first. Later, he would find a way to get back at them. But the other party has that kind of second-generation Young Master, and the people around him are not easy to deal with either. How can Yueyang not bow his head?

Moreover, having already taken a beating, continuing to be strong at this moment would be futile.

Zhao Yi saw Yueyang like this and felt inexplicably; firstly, no matter how foolish she was, she understood that the group who beat them had much greater stature. They could make someone crucial like Yueyang at the dining table just now, beaten and then still needing to apologize and humble themselves—these people are not simple.

She remembered what Little Flower had told her before, in this city, there’s always someone stronger, and the sky above the sky. If you want to walk this path, do not make rash moves; decide after seeing the person clearly, otherwise you’re likely to make a loss.

Now seeing it, it’s true. Thinking Yueyang was already quite influential and wealthy, yet he hadn’t even stepped out the door before being beaten down.

Her expressions at this moment were no longer frightened; after all, she was just a woman, at most she had some looks, what more could the opposing party do to her?

Yueyang’s apology did not receive forgiveness, and the people across seemed to be watching a clown. Oh no, clowns wouldn’t be viewed with this kind of gaze; it should be said like watching a monkey. Those people had a contemptuous look in their playful eyes towards Yueyang.

The surrounding diners, comforted by security, some hurriedly settled their bills and left, while some bold ones felt that it wouldn’t affect them, so they sat down to continue eating and watching the drama unfold, as real-life fights without paying for admission aren’t often seen.

The Young Master opposite lightly uttered two words which made Yueyang’s face, which was trying to smile, instantly stiffen. He heard the person say, "Kneel down."

Kneel. This word within Huaxia characters is quite a graphic one. Kneel before parents, kneel to elders, kneel to heaven and earth—these are rightful gestures. But apart from this, ’kneel’ is not a good word, and the second-generation Young Master actually asked him to kneel—it wasn’t ordinary humiliation.

If Yueyang kneels down today, maybe his people in the private room wouldn’t see it, but before long, within Yueyang’s level of social circles, he’d find it difficult to ever lift his head again.

Following that second-generation Young Master’s words, the atmosphere became oppressive, even Zhao Yi was looking at Yueyang, thinking in her heart, would he kneel? If he would, then there would really be no need to partner with such a person.

"Didn’t you hear me? My brother asked you to kneel." A henchman glared, saying to Yueyang.

"Kneel down!" Several people shouted in unison.

Kneel? Kneel down, and I’ll never stand up again! Yueyang was screaming inside.

The second-generation Young Master said again, "If you don’t kneel, you can get out of Capital City and eventually roll abroad!"

This is the order for a decisive kill. These people obviously understand the principle of leaving room for maneuver to meet again later, but they don’t want that. Just a Yueyang, what capabilities does he have.

Yueyang’s knees felt weak; compared to money, what is dignity? Striving in the Capital City for almost ten years, should he flee in panic because of this?

Yan Silong came out with a friend, arms around each other, ready to go to the restroom, only to witness the scene. The two exchanged a glance, knowing there was trouble, one went into the private room to inform the others, while Yan Silong walked over with large strides and asked, "Yueyang, what’s wrong?"

He wasn’t wearing a police uniform but had seen many combat scenes, so he wasn’t intimidated. Even if there were many people on the opposite side, the crime of assaulting an officer was not minor.

Upon hearing Yan Silong’s voice, Yueyang struggled to turn around but didn’t speak before seeing Yan Silong’s eyes widen and angrily saying, "Who hit you? Damn it, what are they trying to do? Was it them?"

Yueyang hurriedly shook his head and said, "Silong, don’t interfere in this matter, it’s my fault. You tell the others to quickly go back."

The people from the private room had already come out, six or seven guys, and upon hearing Yueyang was in trouble, they were quite angry. They considered themselves to be people of identity and status and of course had to intervene when a good friend was in distress.

"Damn, you’ve been beaten to this state, and you’re still standing!" Yan Silong swore and pulled Yueyang over while raising his neck and shouting to the opposite, "Who the hell are you? Can’t you just talk it out? Why resort to hitting people. Nobody leave, I’m calling the police right now."

The people on this side also rushed over, rolling up their sleeves, having drunk quite a bit, so they wouldn’t easily give in.

The opposite side was amused at this, they initially weren’t here to stir trouble, just happened to pass by, saw Yueyang’s car, mentioned it to Young Master, who was naturally inclined to support his junior, thus collectively parked, got out to provoke, coincidentally Yueyang was coming out holding Zhao Yi, and so it led to the subsequent events.

Now that trouble was stirred, they were even less afraid, damn, with Young Master here, what is there to fear? Even if someone pulled out a gun, the matter wouldn’t be big, Young Master could handle it.

Hearing Yan Silong’s words, a young man next to Young Master spoke up, asking, "Who the hell are you?"

"I’m Yan Silong, so what, are you going to hit people?" Yan Silong stepped forward and said.

Yueyang quickly pulled him, whispered, "Silong, really don’t interfere, the opposite... can’t be provoked."

"Damn it, under the emperor’s feet, who can be provoked, who can’t be provoked?" Yan Silong decided to maintain his act today, he flung his sleeve, pointed at the opposite and cursed, "Don’t anyone leave, I’m calling the police to arrest you. Beating people without reason and you think you have a right, what trash!"

Yueyang’s face turned bitter, while others laughed, someone said, "Exactly, hell, who didn’t tie their pants properly and exposed you fools, each one not learning well, coming here acting like big shots!"

The momentum suddenly rose here, but only Yueyang knew that today’s matter couldn’t be resolved peacefully.

Xiao Hua ran over, pulled Zhao Yi over, whispered urgently to the still dazed Zhao Yi, "You’re crazy, still standing in the middle, hurry back or it’ll get big, don’t be foolish later."

Zhao Yi nodded slightly, her eyes fervently gazing at the opposite young man of distinguished background, feeling such a young man is whom she should cling to, having identity, status, youth, surely not lacking money, crucially also easy to deceive.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be no good way to connect with the opposite now, otherwise it could be tried.

Xiao Hua only thought Zhao Yi was scared stiff, not thinking she would have such a notion.

Those on the opposite, after hearing Yan Silong’s words, didn’t seem too angry but exchanged looks and burst into laughter, almost laughing their guts out, the Young Master didn’t laugh much, curling his lips playing with his phone, waited till they laughed enough and said, "Looks like an official, come, dare to reveal your position?"

"I’m the Deputy Director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Public Security Bureau (made up), let’s see who dares to run today. Damn, each one of you not learning well, causing troubles for your parents!" Yan Silong said loudly.

With eyes full of disdain, mentioning this seemed very proud.

The opposite was silent for a few seconds then burst into laughter, someone directly said, "I thought he was so damn awesome, turned out to be only a deputy director, hey kid, did you drink milk stupidly, boasting as a deputy director!"

"Even a hall-level cadre wouldn’t dare to boast like this, let alone in front of our Young Master, this guy as a deputy director dares to boast, really damn funny!"

"Young Master, such a big official, I think you don’t need to intervene, let’s see if I can settle it!"

"There’s no need for you? Let me try, still Public Security Bureau, know who my old man is?"