CHAPTER 1585: CHAPTER 1637: CONFLICT

Li Yifei’s refusal seemed expected. Yueyang had no reaction, just raised his glass, took a sip from afar, and said nothing. Yan Silong turned his head to persuade, saying, "Even if you’ve settled down, making money is the priority, right, old captain? I think you should reconsider."

Li Yifei shook his head and refused, "I appreciate the good intention, but as you saw, if this hadn’t happened today, I would have gone straight to the airport to fly home."

Perhaps the old captain wasn’t as down-and-out as he seemed? Yan Silong, upon hearing the mention of flying, suddenly pondered. However, these days, who can’t afford to fly? It’s not that big of a deal; a thousand bucks can get you a ticket.

Shaking his head regretfully, Yan Silong said, "Alright then, I won’t insist, but old captain, if you ever need my help, just ask. I know some people in the Capital City who can get things done."

"Alright." Li Yifei nodded.

Meanwhile, Yueyang was busy with Zhao Yi’s inner thigh, sipping his drink, and no longer mentioning work. His face showed no like or dislike, but his attitude towards Li Yifei seemed to have cooled considerably.

Li Yifei certainly didn’t care about this. Whether the other liked him or not had nothing to do with him. As for drinking, if he wanted, Li Yifei would drink a bit; if not, he would drink less. It was just a not-so-pleasant meal.

Half drunk, after almost half a kilo of white spirit consumed, the alcohol kicked in, and it got lively instead, with Yan Silong and others getting louder.

Zhao Yi felt a bit embarrassed as Yueyang’s hand ventured deeper into her thigh, through the thin fabric, prodding away. She was somewhat flustered, not wanting him to get too much too quickly but unable to resist.

At this moment, Zhao Yi even thought about returning to Li Yifei’s side. Although this old soldier didn’t have much skill, he wouldn’t randomly touch her.

Yueyang hadn’t given her any promises, and they’d only just met, with little understanding, yet he was being so outrageous...

Li Yifei happened to exchange a glance with Zhao Yi, gave a slight smile, and sipped his drink. Zhao Yi felt Li Yifei’s glance was mocking her, as if saying, "You deserve it; you chose this."

She grabbed Yueyang’s hand with both of hers, shook her head slightly, and whispered, "Brother Yue, let’s finish the meal first... okay?"

"Alright, of course." Yueyang withdrew his hand, grabbed a napkin, and wiped it, although there was nothing on it. His action made Zhao Yi’s face flush red. As she lowered her head, she heard Yueyang whisper in her ear, "Very good, fresh and clean aroma, very clean, quite wet..."

A seasoned player! Li Yifei chuckled upon hearing Yueyang’s words, while Zhao Yi, though no rookie, didn’t have much experience. Compared to Yan Silong’s flower on the side, she pales in comparison. Such a woman, encountering a decent predator is one thing, but if she meets a rude one, she won’t even have crumbs left and might even end up counting money for the other.

With Li Yifei’s years of wolfish... oh, emotional experience, the guy opposite, Yueyang, wasn’t any good. Of course, Li Yifei wouldn’t say such things casually; saying them would offend people.

During this time, Li Yifei received a call from Old Master Su. Seeing the number, Li Yifei went out to answer.

As soon as he left, someone couldn’t help but mock, "Old Yan, where did you find such a naive captain? He’s so old, yet so clueless."

Yan Silong put down his chopsticks and chuckled, "Not from anywhere, I just left him my number as a gesture, who knew he’d actually call me today, causing such a mess. But it’s not a big deal, helping is no trouble!"

"Comrade? Your original squad was quite good, as I remember," the person said again.

Yan Silong said, "Indeed, you must’ve heard of the Flying Hawk Squad. I retired from the Flying Hawk Squad, and this guy was my captain back then."

Yan Silong’s words carried a lot of bragging. He was part of the Flying Hawk Squad but Flying Hawks varied. When Li Yifei was the captain, the Flying Hawk Squad was the real deal, while during Yan Silong’s time, he was just one of thousands of candidates who didn’t make the cut. With substandard qualities, entering the Flying Hawk Squad was impossible. Back then, it was strict, unlike the current mess.

"That’s quite something. I even thought about keeping him around to watch my place. It’s been chaotic lately, truly lacking a few capable fighters to hold the fort," Yueyang said.

Yan Silong laughed, "That’s up to you; I won’t help persuade him."

"Persuade my ass, didn’t you hear he already refused? I’m not short of people. Nowadays, there’s no shortage of people who can fight. Plenty dare to fight, but few know when to fight!" Yueyang chuckled and refused.

Outside, Li Yifei answered Old Master Su’s call. Upon learning he hadn’t returned to Mile City, he asked why, and Li Yifei said he was drinking with comrades. Old Master Su said nothing, just told him to go home and sleep after drinking.

Li Yifei agreed, and Old Master Su hung up the phone.

Back in the private room, the conversation had shifted to something else. As the gathering was coming to an end, Zhao Yi and Yueyang left one after another, Yueyang first and then Zhao Yi. The people at the table seemed to understand, with someone even glancing at Li Yifei, perhaps thinking that if Yueyang hadn’t come, Zhao Yi might have been Li Yifei’s woman tonight.

Of course, Li Yifei had no interest in her at all. Whoever she followed was her own choice.

But these people didn’t see it that way, and when the two went out, it seemed likely they were going to do something pleasurable.

In fact, that’s not the case. Yueyang had that idea, so he directly threatened Zhao Yi to leave with him.

But once outside, things took a different turn. Yueyang held Zhao Yi as they staggered out, intending to go to his car. Fortunately, they hadn’t gone very far when they were bumped into near the lobby.

The ones who bumped into them were a group, also guys and girls mixed together. Upon seeing Yueyang, they deliberately bumped into him, and a big hand even pinched Zhao Yi’s butt, which startled her into a scream.

Before Zhao Yi could figure out what was happening, someone on the opposite side pointed at her nose and cussed, "Screaming your damn head off, don’t you know you scared me?!"

Yueyang, a bit tipsy, stumbled back a few steps and tilted his head as he looked at them, holding onto Zhao Yi, Yueyang yelled, "You damn blind, who the hell bumped who first?"

The other side wasn’t easy to deal with either; they immediately rolled up their sleeves while retorting, "Oh boy, you damn tough guy, wanna practice with your grandpa? Damn it, bringing a little **** along and forgetting who you are?"

Being cursed like this in front of a woman, Yueyang wouldn’t stand for it. Without another word, he swung a punch. But the other guy wasn’t drunk, easily dodged, and countered with a punch that landed squarely on Yueyang’s face.

A fight in the restaurant lobby, this was no small matter, especially coming to such a famous restaurant. The restaurant’s security immediately stepped in, and the manager also rushed over. Upon seeing the group that entered, the manager immediately slowed his pace. One person from the crowd came over and pushed the manager aside, and even the security didn’t dare step in.

In a one-on-one scuffle, although Yueyang was drunk, he had the advantage of being strong and sturdy while the opponent was short and weak, and Yueyang didn’t suffer much at first. But quickly, two more people jumped in from the other side.

Three against one, Yueyang was quickly knocked to the ground with a fierce beating, and he began to plead for mercy.

Zhao Yi was petrified with fear; this is Mile City, or rather Capital City, though under the emperor’s nose, shadows still lurked everywhere, but how could a group suddenly rush in and start beating people at this time while it was still daylight?

Looking at Yueyang, just a moment ago a millionaire, now beaten into a crouch on the floor, not caring about his head or his backside, his valuable clothes ripped, appearing utterly pathetic.

What on earth happened? Zhao Yi didn’t have time to ponder before one of the attackers grabbed her, and with her lack of strength, she couldn’t resist and staggered to Yueyang’s side.

"Do you... do you know who I am?" Yueyang struggled to get up, speaking halfway when he heard the disdainful voice from the other side, "Isn’t it just Yueyang, the boss of Tianyu Entertainment City, as if no one knows, tough guy, tough guy, then get back up and keep hitting me!"

With those words, Yueyang realized things weren’t that simple; how arrogant they must be to start fighting just from a bump.

Yueyang rubbed his eyes, wiped the blood from his forehead, looked at the group opposite, and among them, he quickly recognized several people.

When he saw the last person, Yueyang felt a chill, he finally understood he was in deep trouble today.

That group had the confidence, this beating was likely for nothing.

The loudmouths and fighters were just small fry, the ones that really intimidated Yueyang were those standing in the background, especially one of them, said to be part of the elite circle of the Capital City, not someone a newcomer like him could rival.

When those people stood together, everything became clear to Yueyang.

He had been competing with another entertainment city not long ago and used tactics to poach some of their top talents, resulting in a grudge. The other side directly threatened him to return the people and apologize, and this incident would be over, otherwise Yueyang would be in big trouble.

But with his pride, Yueyang wouldn’t accept this, thinking he too knew many people; if things got messy, it wasn’t certain who would come out worse, so he kept enduring until now.