Chapter Thirty-Two: A Fleeting Display at the Dog Yard

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Show of Strength at the Kennel

As soon as the taxi driver heard that Xu Yun and his companions were heading to the Tibetan Mastiff training base, he didn’t dare act carelessly. He drove with extreme caution the entire way. Xu Yun could tell the driver had mistaken them for members of the Four Wolves Gang. Ordinary folks simply couldn’t afford to offend that group of lawless thugs.

Half an hour later, the three arrived at their destination.

The entrance to the Tibetan Mastiff training base in the development zone was truly grand—two massive iron gates, each about four meters high and five meters wide, stood tightly shut without a sliver of gap between them. On either side of the gate, two imposing stone lions exuded an air of majesty.

“Wow, that’s huge,” Guoguo exclaimed as she hopped out of the car, running curiously up to one of the stone lions. She touched it with her little hand, then immediately pouted with disdain. “Tch, it’s not jade. How lame.”

Xu Yun nearly choked at her words. If those lions were made of jade at that size, they’d be worth a fortune!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Guoguo kicked the iron gate hard, and at once, the fierce barking of dozens of dogs erupted from inside. Judging by the sound, the place was indeed vast.

Startled by the cacophony, Guoguo scurried back to Qiu Yan, clutching her sleeve with one hand and patting her small chest with the other, exhaling in relief. “That scared me to death!”

Suddenly, with a thunderous crash, Xu Yun raised his foot and kicked the heavy iron gate with all his might! The massive doors, anchored on both sides by concrete pillars, toppled flat with a tremendous clang, shaking the entire mastiff breeding and training base as if an earthquake had struck!

Instantly, the base was in an uproar. The heroic chorus of a hundred barking dogs was a spectacle beyond imagination!

The leading dogs barked even more ferociously—had they not been locked in thick iron cages, they would have rushed out to tear apart the uninvited guests.

Guoguo and Qiu Yan were utterly dumbfounded—one’s eyes nearly popped from surprise, the other’s jaw dropped in shock. A deep sandal print was left on the heavy iron gate; both saw it clearly.

“Holy crap! That’s not even possible! Dad, did you really kick that down? Are you even human?” Guoguo was sure that if her friends were here, they’d be just as astonished.

Qiu Yan was at a loss for words. Did he really have to enter in such a violent fashion?

The collapse of the massive gate sent shockwaves through the base, sending everyone inside into a cold sweat. After all, this was the headquarters of the Four Wolves Gang. At the commotion, over a hundred people quickly gathered in the yard, each with a look of confusion and fear, all speculating how one man, two women, and a child could have brought down the gate.

Guoguo snorted, her little hands on her hips. “I don’t have time to waste on you small fry. You dare mess with my mom’s medicinal restaurant? Bring your boss out! Clearly, he has a death wish!”

The hundred-plus thugs stared wide-eyed at the little girl before them, astonished by her audacity.

Xu Yun, though he’d come radiating an air of ruthless intent, couldn’t keep a straight face seeing this little imp’s swagger. “Didn’t you hear my daughter? Tell Wang Shunxi to get out here.”

“Kid, do you even know where you are? Who do you think you are, causing trouble here?” someone shouted. In an instant, the hundred-odd men erupted into chaos, the whole dog yard descending into turmoil.

In the confusion, a dozen men closed in, all with deadly, vicious looks on their faces. At their head, a shirtless man with a coiled dragon tattooed across his back looked terrifying. “I’m the one who led the men to smash up the medicinal restaurant. If you want to see our boss, you’ll have to prove yourself first!”

As the man stepped forward, the crowd burst into thunderous cheers: “Han Que! Han Que! Han Que!”

Within the vast mastiff base was a large office. Inside, Wang Shunxi, sitting in the boss’s chair, furrowed his brows. Uncertain about the commotion outside, he turned to Wei Bing, who was sipping tea on the sofa. “Fourth, go see what’s going on. Don’t tell me that troublemaker Han Que’s up to something again.”

“He probably thinks he’s done a great deed smashing the restaurant and is showing off.” Though Wei the Bald complained, he didn’t hesitate, stubbing out his cigarette and heading out.

“Boss, Han Que’s a real loose cannon. Why’d you spend money to get him out?” Chen Sanpao asked, puffing smoke. He’d just gotten a new set of dentures, making him speak awkwardly.

“Hmph, I wouldn’t waste money for nothing.” Wang Shunxi grinned slyly. “That kid has no regard for his own life. He’ll be useful to me sooner or later.”

“Brilliant! You’re the best, boss!” Chen Sanpao forced a smile through his sore mouth, then frowned. “These dogs are a pain, boss. When are we selling this place? We should follow Fan Nanjie’s lead and open a bathhouse. I know some madams who can bring in Northeastern and Southern girls—the business would be booming! It’s way more fun than dealing with these beasts. And the girls—we can do whatever we want!”

“Fun? All you care about is women!” Wang Shunxi snapped. “We’ll have all that in time, but this kennel is my foundation. It’s a legitimate business—one I can present to the world! Understand? I’m not like Fan Nanjie and his lot—they’re thugs. I, Wang Shunxi, am a breeder! A breeder is an entrepreneur!”

Chen Sanpao coughed from the smoke. “An entrepreneur? Boss, you’re killing me. What kind of entrepreneur orders people to smash up small restaurants? You’re a one-of-a-kind entrepreneur, that’s for sure.”

“You wouldn’t understand, Third. I’m telling you, muscle alone won’t get you far in today’s world!” Wang Shunxi’s ambitions were clear. “If I want to make people in Hedong take notice, I can’t play the same game as Fan Nanjie. I had the restaurant smashed because that Xu kid was asking for it—and because you lot are useless!”

“Got it… Wait, what?” Chen Sanpao grinned, more concerned with food, drink, and women than anything else.

Wang Shunxi shook his head. Talking to him was pointless—this sort of thing required a discussion with Erhei. Now that the bosses of the East, West, and North all supported Fan Nanjie for the top position in the South Second District, Wang Shunxi was unwilling to concede. “Later, go check on Second at the hospital. If he’s healed, get him out. I need to plan with him how we’ll teach that Xu kid a lesson!”

At the mention, Chen Sanpao recalled the day he was used as a sandbag, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Bang!

The office door burst open. Wei Bing stumbled in, pale as a ghost, gasping for breath. “Boss! It’s… it’s not Han Que causing trouble! It’s… it’s that kid from the medicinal restaurant! He… he smashed our kennel gate!”

“What?!” Wang Shunxi’s eyes bulged with rage as he slammed the table and stood up.

So that noise earlier was actually their gate!

Wei Bing was left with nothing but terror on his face, and who could blame him? Ever since Xu Yun had knocked out half his teeth with a single punch, he’d been haunted by the memory. He’d never seen such a fearsome man!

The office fell silent. Chen Sanpao’s fingers trembled, his cigarette dropping to the floor. He, too, had faced Xu Yun’s wrath once and had no desire to see that man again in this lifetime. The man was a demon!

“Hmph! This is my turf—no one comes here and acts wild! Come on, let’s go see for ourselves!” Wang Shunxi, a seasoned criminal, kept his composure. This was his ground. No matter how tough Xu Yun was, he was still just one man. What could he possibly do here?

Chen Sanpao and Wei Bing’s legs had turned to jelly, but when the boss gave an order, they had to follow. This was the kennel, after all—even if they released the dogs, Xu Yun would be torn apart, wouldn’t he?

…

Three years ago, Han Que was recognized as the Iron Fist of Hedong’s underworld—ruthless, decisive, and considered the most likely to unite the city’s young generation. But his arrogance led to a serious assault charge and imprisonment.

Wang Shunxi had gotten him out by pulling strings only to strengthen his own ambitions.

“So you’re the one who smashed the medicinal restaurant?” Xu Yun finally spoke, his tone calm as he slowly raised his gaze. The moment his eyes locked onto Han Que, a piercing, icy light shot forth—cold enough to chill the soul.

Han Que, who moments before seemed fearless, suddenly shuddered under that gaze. He’d never encountered such a sharp, lethal look—it was as if the man could kill him with his eyes alone…

“Dad! Hit him! When we get home, I’ll show you Mom’s photo shoot—the ones I took!” Guoguo waved her little hand, offering a tempting reward.

But Xu Yun was truly enraged now. Even without the lure of Ruan Qingshuang’s photos, he would never let off the thug who’d attacked the medicinal restaurant.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Xu Yun’s eyes, his presence surging forth like a cavalry charge, his aura overwhelming as if an army had descended!

His fury exploded in an instant, crashing down upon Han Que like a sudden storm at sea—fierce and without warning. Han Que hadn’t even seen what happened before a searing, tearing pain gripped his abdomen.

A moment before, Xu Yun had stood several meters away. Suddenly, he struck—his fist whistling through the air without warning, slamming into Han Que’s stomach with such force that Han Que was lifted off his feet, hurled seven or eight meters away. He hit the ground and vomited blood three times in a row. Four of his ribs had been shattered by that one punch.

But Xu Yun’s rage was not sated. He followed up with a kick to the fallen Han Que, sending him flying again like a ragdoll. He crashed into a wall with a heavy thud, then slid to the floor in a heap, unable to rise again.

In an instant—defeat.

Throughout the kennel, apart from the savage beasts who understood nothing, every living soul held their breath. The legendary Iron Fist of Hedong, Han Que, had been beaten worse than a stray dog by an unknown man!

Xu Yun stood amidst a hundred Four Wolves Gang thugs, exuding an air of defiance and dominance—an aura that made none among them dare even to breathe too loudly.