CHAPTER 1587: CHAPTER 1639: KNEEL

This group of people chattering and mocking ironically made Yan Silong feel guilty. His position could fool average people, but when truly confronted with tough ones, it proved ineffective, especially when the other party’s tone was so commanding.

But young people love to brag, so Yan Silong shook his head, frowned, and stared at them.

He shouldn’t be so unlucky to bump into a bunch of Second Generation Officials and Rich Second Generation people going out.

Yueyang listened and felt like he wanted to kneel immediately. Great, it’s not just one of them; it looks like there’s a bunch.

Well, not only am I unlucky, but I’ve also dragged a bunch of friends down with me.

As things developed to this point, Yueyang was already powerless to stop it. Now, whatever he did seemed wrong. If he stopped Yan Silong and the others, it would make his friends think he was scared. But earlier, he almost resigned himself to kneeling, wanting to regain his stance was also difficult now.

Yan Silong’s face shifted unpredictably, it seemed the other party wasn’t just bragging, especially when a younger kid pointed at Yan Silong, saying, "I’ve remembered your name. I’ll tell my dad later, saying you wanted to hit me and drank during work hours. Let’s see what you’ll do."

Yan Silong’s momentum weakened significantly and he asked, "Your dad is?"

"My dad? You think you’re worthy enough to know?" The other side spoke with a nose-in-the-air attitude.

Yan Silong got frustrated and sternly said, "Even if your dad holds a high position, he can’t blame me based on your few words. Besides, I took leave today, and I didn’t hit you. On the contrary, it was you guys who started the fight."

Yan Silong himself wasn’t even aware that arguing with a kid made him inherently weaker.

The other party sneered and said, "My dad is Song Lian."

Song Lian? Yan Silong’s mocking face suddenly froze, cursing inwardly, damn it, Song Lian, that guy is notorious for being a **** within the hall, a Director-General Level cadre, always up to no good, the notoriously ruthless one. If he gets reported, he’d end up darkening me severely; probably wouldn’t live quietly without tens of thousands.

Yan Silong couldn’t have anticipated that standing up for a friend would bring about such a nasty trouble. He restrained his expression and asked, "Your dad is really Song Lian?"

The other side tilted his head and said, "Nonsense, ****, you’re scared, right? Useless, I’ve already noted your name down. Just wait till my dad deals with you, you can try to explain but see whose words your dad will believe."

Yan Silong believed it this time, feeling a sharp toothache, glancing at Yueyang’s similarly poor expression, truly wishing he had a special function to disappear here instantly, this was really bad luck. If he had known having a meal would encounter this, he wouldn’t have bothered answering Li Yifei’s call today.

Another person from the opposite suddenly revealed his dad’s position, leaving Yan Silong and the others speechless. Not only were there local officials but also those from central ministries. Why did these ****** prefer to wander here instead of staying home?

People on this side had lost their temper, among them, the highest position held by any was Yan Silong, the others were into business but not hugely successful, needing to cater to others everywhere.

Hitting an iron plate, everyone felt tragic inwardly, a few sneaked glances at each other, some who weren’t on good terms with Yueyang considered quietly backing out while the other side hadn’t individually sorted them out yet. To foolishly bump into them to talk about loyalty at this moment would be irresponsible to one’s own life.

This thought wasn’t limited to just one person, many shared it, including Xiaohua. She tugged Zhao Yi, retreating backward while guarding her backpack that contained ten thousand yuan Yan Silong had just given her, while another side was Yan Silong’s backpack with several thousand inside too, all quietly tucked into her own bag.

If something really happened, these thousands would belong to Xiaohua, anyway no one saw; if nothing happened, she could always say she was keeping them safe.

Zhao Yi was even more agitated, palms sweaty, didn’t expect so many true second generations among them, the one surrounded by people, what level could he be at, he appeared to be the center figure amongst them, clearly more powerful.

What a pity, why couldn’t I have recognized someone like him, if I did, what kind of luck would that be.

Dazed regardless of the occasion. Anyway, there was no one worth Zhao Yi’s care on this side, originally Yueyang was, upon first meeting, Zhao Yi thought this guy was awesome, but after experiencing the series of events, Zhao Yi knew, this person wasn’t that impressive.

"Kneel." The second generation called Young Master said again, this time with greater force, more aggressive as if leaving no room for resistance.

With that word, people around also echoed, "Kneel!"

Song Lian’s son even pointed at Yan Silong, shouting, "You kneel too, or else you’re finished."

People dining nearby widened their eyes in shock, almost clapping enthusiastically for the drama. Nationals love a spectacle, enjoy all sorts of excitement, like the kind of show where Second Generation Officials and Rich Second Generation boast, seen plenty on TV news but rarely in person, yet here they have a drama, savoring this moment.

If those second generations really force the seemingly distinguished elderly men to kneel, the show gets even better, if they resist instead, wouldn’t it be more captivating, provided they don’t affect the onlooking crowd.

Kneel, kneel you ****, I’ve struggled for years to achieve Vice Director, just about seeing some success, you lot want me to kneel? Yan Silong shouted inwardly, fists clenched so tightly, fingertips turning white.

Yueyang was also enduring. Compared to future prospects and wealth, is dignity important or not? If it’s not important, can it be discarded? If it’s important, must it be protected?

Someone had already quietly retreated, standing with a few women, perhaps feeling embarrassed, so he defended himself, "It’s really unfortunate, I really can’t help much."

Once one person stepped back, there was a second. He looked around and saw that the first to leave had also turned away and walked out, followed by the third...

In the blink of an eye, only Yueyang, Yan Silong, and another person who seemed to have a sense of loyalty stood there, facing a group of Second Gens and their followers.

"I’ll give you ten seconds; kneel or don’t kneel. If you don’t kneel, you can leave immediately, but then you’ll bear the consequences. If you kneel, there’s a different discussion." The Second Gen slightly tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone, his expression indifferent. He seemed to enjoy this feeling and wasn’t in a hurry to end the dispute.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone began counting. From ten to one, it’s only ten seconds, even if counted slowly, it wouldn’t take much longer.

Like a giant hammer, with each number decreased, it pounded on their chests, and after a few times, they all felt their legs weakening, as if with the next number, Yan Silong and the others would kneel.

No kneeling, Yan Silong told himself, clenching his teeth tightly, his cheeks puffed out, the muscles on his face tensed, appearing somewhat fierce, and his face gradually turned red from holding his breath.

Yueyang stepped forward and said, "Stop counting. Since the matter started because of me, I’ll kneel, just don’t trouble my friends. If you want the entertainment club, I’ll give it to you. It’s my fault from the start, so I’ll kneel..."

The words were righteous, but the moment of actually kneeling was still incredibly difficult.

Some people opposite revealed a satisfied expression, while others still looked dissatisfied.

Yan Silong’s hand trembled, wanting to pull Yueyang to stop him from kneeling, but he didn’t reach out his hand, only struggling in his heart. If Yueyang could really resolve things by kneeling and protect them, then perhaps it was worth it, otherwise, they’d all be in trouble.

The saying goes, "Save yourself rather than save your friend," and Yan Silong didn’t extend his hand in the end.

The person next to him didn’t stop Yueyang either, just lowered his head, not wanting to watch Yueyang.

In the end, Yueyang knelt on the ground, his knee hitting the smooth tiles with a double thud.

A few women couldn’t help but cover their mouths, some even shedding tears. Yueyang really knelt, the Yueyang who was just jovially chatting at the table was forced down to his knees like this.

Sigh, someone sighed, like Zhao Yi, who sighed inwardly, thinking this man was quite loyal, willing to be humiliated himself rather than implicate his friends. But what’s the point? Would the other side let them go just because of his righteous kneeling?

At this moment, Zhao Yi saw things clearer than many present. Those people obviously came looking for trouble, so how could they easily let them go? If they were that merciful, they wouldn’t have barged in here seeking conflict.

Zhao Yi turned her head away, not wanting to watch anymore.

Sure enough, after Yueyang knelt down, the other side wasn’t satisfied and just shook their heads.

Yueyang said, "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Please forgive my friends, they were just trying to help me."

The other side seemed not to hear him, as the Second Gen looked at Yan Silong and calmly said, "You haven’t knelt yet."

Yan Silong felt the blood vessels on his head throbbing, clenching his fist, ready to rush forward regardless.

But... in the end, he endured it. His family had spent a lot of effort and money for this job, crucially his father had even retired early to clear a path for him. If he lost this job because of this incident, the family would suffer greatly.

However, how should he endure it? Am I, a dignified Vice Director, supposed to kneel down? Damn it, you bunch of **** brats, you’re going too far!

Yan Silong’s face was flushed red, his body trembling, as he suppressed his emotions with excessive force.

"Kneel down," the Second Gen called out coldly again.

Yan Silong couldn’t hold on any longer, his body began to sway as if he could kneel at any moment.

At this moment, a calm voice came through, "That’s enough. If you make such a fuss, it will be difficult for the adults at home."