Chapter Five: The Arrogant Alpha Wolf

When Jiang Yu spoke, the atmosphere in the private room instantly fell silent. His companions stared at him in disbelief, their gazes as if they were looking at a madman.

“Jiang Yu, watch your words,” someone barked loudly in the hush.

Yuan Tiangang looked at Jiang Yu, his heart tightening. Facing someone of Head Wolf’s caliber, even with his status as a member of the Dragon Soaring Squad, he dared not utter much. The reason was simple: these children’s vision had been constrained by the small city of Cloud City. Figures like Head Wolf and Li Hao were known mostly through outside channels or their parents’ stories.

When Head Wolf was mentioned, these children only knew he was Li Hao’s right-hand man—nothing more. If they were to dig deeper, they’d realize that men like Head Wolf and Li Hao held such sway in Cloud City that even the law was powerless against them. That was not an exaggeration, but a fact.

The higher Yuan Tiangang stood, the broader his view, and naturally he saw more. He could confront Head Wolf directly, but behind Head Wolf stood a real fiend—Li Hao. The Yuan family’s assets exceeded hundreds of millions, and he had connections in Cloud City and neighboring Golden City. But a man of Li Hao’s level could destroy the Yuan family with a single word.

When that happened, he couldn’t very well bring the entire Dragon Soaring Squad to wipe out Li Hao’s clan, could he? The Dragon Soaring Squad was a national weapon, not to be trifled with.

Looking at Jiang Yu, Yuan Tiangang smiled helplessly. This child was used to a pampered life, surviving in a greenhouse from a young age, utterly unaware of whom he was facing.

Jiang Shaoqi, Zheng Xuan, Sun Wanyue, and several other boys and girls instinctively distanced themselves from Jiang Yu.

What now?

Nobody had expected that today’s outing would suddenly entangle them with Head Wolf.

Under Head Wolf’s imposing presence, everyone cowered, necks shrunk, afraid to speak.

Jiang Yu, hands behind his back, ignored Head Wolf and turned to Jiang Ziyue. “What happened?”

Jiang Ziyue, frightened, spoke softly. “Just now, I was about to go out to the mini-mart for some drinks. I ran into a drunk, a fat man. At first, he whistled at me a few times. I ignored him.”

She turned her gaze to a corpulent, middle-aged man beside Head Wolf, who was now staring at her long, beautiful legs, his face flushed and neck thick, drunken and pockmarked, as red as the legendary General Guan.

She continued, “When he saw I wouldn’t respond, he pressed his advantage and slapped me on the backside. I kicked him below and ran. Just as I was about to enter the private room, two men grabbed me.”

Jiang Yu looked at the man, his expression calm. “Li Hao’s standards have slipped these years. He befriends filth like this?”

Head Wolf’s wine glass paused, red wine spilling.

His brow twitched, voice low. “What did you just say?”

Before Jiang Yu could reply, Yuan Tiangang gritted his teeth. “Brother Wolf, they’re just kids—young and fearless. Give me some face and let them off.”

Head Wolf sneered, “Face? How much face do you think you have? Even if your father came himself, he wouldn’t dare ask me for face.”

“They say soldiers come back arrogant, looking down on everyone. Seems you lot haven’t been beaten by society yet.”

Yuan Tiangang stood speechless. It was over—the situation had spiraled out of control. What could have been resolved now escalated because of Jiang Yu’s words.

“Who brought Jiang Yu here?” Yuan Tiangang’s face was dark, venting his anger at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Ziyue whispered, “I…I did.”

Her face was pale; as a girl, if Head Wolf decided to detain her, she could not imagine what would happen next.

At that moment, Jiang Shaoqi spoke up, braving himself: “Brother Head Wolf, she’s from the Jiang family in Cloud City. Years ago, the old master brought her to meet Brother Hao for business. Do you recognize her?”

Now, Jiang Shaoqi could only mention the not-so-close relationship between Old Master Jiang and Li Hao, hoping Head Wolf would show mercy.

Unexpectedly, Head Wolf was unmoved, smiling, “You’re using the Jiang family to pressure me? Ask Old Master Jiang if he dares to demand anyone from me.”

“What do we do? Save Ziyue quickly,” Zheng Xuan beside Jiang Shaoqi spoke with a hint of tears.

Jiang Shaoqi forced a smile. “Save her? How? The Jiang family means nothing to these people. Even if the old master is brought in, what else can I do?”

He looked at his companions. “Any ideas?”

Someone timidly suggested, “Should we call the police?”

Jiang Shaoqi trembled with anger. “Call the police? You think these people fear the cops? If they’re pushed, even the top official in Cloud City would get ignored. Are you stupid? The authorities can’t solve this.”

“We’re out of options. Even Brother Tiangang’s words have no effect. We’re just kids; would they listen to us?”

While everyone was anxiously spinning their wheels, Jiang Yu smiled calmly, unruffled. “How do you want to resolve this?”

Head Wolf laughed. “You’ve got guts, kid.”

Jiang Yu shook his head. “I don’t know about guts, but I do know that if you don’t resolve this to my satisfaction before I get angry, no matter how bold you are, you’ll regret it.”

Head Wolf dropped his smile, glancing at the fat man. “Have that little girl kneel and apologize to my friend, then accompany me for drinks all night. That settles it.”

Yuan Tiangang’s expression changed. He reached for his pocket, unlocking his phone by feel and finding Liu Banan’s private number. If worst came to worst, he’d have to ask Liu Banan to intervene. With a general’s prestige, not just in Cloud City, but throughout China, no one would dare refuse.

Jiang Yu shook his head. “How about this: I’ll stay and drink with you. Let these kids leave.”

Jiang Ziyue panicked. “Jiang Yu, shut up. If something happens to you, how will I explain to your parents?”

Yet, deep down, Jiang Ziyue felt a subtle warmth.

Head Wolf sneered, “Don’t worry, you’re not leaving tonight.”

Jiang Yu took a deep breath. “I don’t intend to leave. Let them go. Put together all their backgrounds, even Li Hao would concede. You wouldn’t dare go after all of them.”

Head Wolf narrowed his eyes. This kid seemed to see things clearly.

Indeed, he wouldn’t dare target them all at once, but picking off a few kids was easy.

Head Wolf waved his hand. “You get a chance. Ten seconds to disappear from this room, and it’s over.”

Everyone scrambled out; now was not the time for bravado. If it were a minor issue, they might help out of loyalty. But with Head Wolf involved, their friendship was quickly abandoned.

Head Wolf pointed at Jiang Yu and Jiang Ziyue. “You two stay.”

Yuan Tiangang remained motionless, as if resolving himself, and whispered, “Brother Head Wolf, forgive me.”

Head Wolf looked at him, half-smiling. “You’re not leaving either?”

Yuan Tiangang glanced at Jiang Ziyue. “Ziyue idolizes me. If I leave now, I’d be no better than Jiang Yu, the weakling.”

He stayed because he had one last card: his strength in the Condensing Force stage!

With a fierce expression, Yuan Tiangang struck first—China’s Dragon Soaring Squad’s special combat technique: Starfall Kill!

Its essence was stillness like a mountain, movement like a meteor fire, slaughter descending upon the world, denying the enemy any chance to react—a swift, lethal art, fully named Meteor Fire Slaughter Technique.

It was invented by a military expert, based on human anatomy and years of martial arts insight. Due to its special nature, it was only used in the Dragon Soaring Squad.

Jiang Yu stood calmly aside. When Yuan Tiangang made his move, Jiang Yu saw his spiritual power flow rapidly within, immediately recognizing it as an incomplete technique.

Bang! Bang!

The two bodyguards beside Head Wolf were instantly knocked aside by Yuan Tiangang, whose target was Head Wolf—capture the leader first.

The room descended into chaos.

But Head Wolf merely tilted his head, flicked Yuan Tiangang’s wrist with his finger.

Jiang Yu clearly saw Yuan Tiangang’s wrist dislocate as he staggered backward.

“Condensing Force?”

“Condensing Force?”

Yuan Tiangang and Head Wolf spoke in unison.

“Haha, no wonder you’re so arrogant. Turns out you’re a Condensing Force expert.”

Head Wolf was delighted.

From start to finish, Head Wolf’s left hand held his glass, the wine within undisturbed.

He set the glass down and stood. “Too bad your technique is incomplete, probably a low-grade method handed down after the late Qing era, right?”

Head Wolf looked smug. “I’m different. I practice a complete technique.”

At that moment, Yuan Tiangang lunged again, shouting, “Ziyue, run!”

Not bad—he had some spirit.

Jiang Yu nodded silently.