Chapter 77 They Like to Call Me Master Jiang!

Zhou Feng stood close to 1.8 meters tall and weighed over 240 pounds, his physique rivaling that of an average fitness trainer. This was the main reason others feared him. In front of him, Jiang Yu’s slender build immediately made a stark contrast—he looked almost delicate, as if he were a girl. Everyone thought Zhou Feng could smack Jiang Yu’s head off with a single slap.

Yet, despite the overwhelming disparity in strength, Zhou Feng, who resembled a human mountain, was sent flying by a single, casual slap from Jiang Yu—dismissed as easily as one might shoo away a fly.

On the bus, Zhou Feng crashed into several of his lackeys behind him. For a moment, he was dizzy, spitting out a few teeth that had been knocked loose. Not only were the passengers stunned, even Zhou Feng himself was dumbfounded.

By all rights, if this were following the usual script, the one being sent flying should have been that skinny kid, shouldn’t it?

“Alright, alright, brothers, grab your weapons!” Zhou Feng cradled his lost teeth, fury rising in his heart. In all his years ruling Yuzhou, no one had ever dared lay a hand on him—not because of his intimidating appearance, but because of the power wielded by Zhang Hao, Kong Xi’s fiancé.

In Yuzhou City, everyone knew that the underground boss of the Nightless City was Zhang Hao, who was nicknamed the “Little City Lord” in the underworld. At his peak, he had hundreds of followers under his command and controlled nearly two-thirds of Yuzhou’s gray businesses.

“It’s over,” Kong Xi thought, not surprised at how Jiang Yu had managed to send Zhou Feng flying, but rather realizing that Jiang Yu had landed himself in trouble today. At Zhou Feng’s command, the men began to draw their weapons, preparing to go after Jiang Yu.

“Wait,” Kong Xi bit her lip, her gaze wavering, as if she had made some kind of decision.

“Perhaps in this life, I’m destined never to escape the grasp of Zhang Hao,” Kong Xi smiled bitterly to herself. Then she lifted her head, her expression slowly hardening with resolve. “As long as you let Brother Jiang Yu go, I’ll go back to Yuzhou with you and never try to run away again.”

The elderly man beside Kong Xi’s side stiffened, his expression darkening. “Does that brat Zhang Hao even take me, Kong Lianyu, seriously anymore? Does he think these old bones of mine are useless, that I can’t put an end to his arrogance?”

With the patriarch of the Kong family showing his might, Zhou Feng’s expression shifted slightly. He forced out an awkward smile, “Sir, please understand, no matter what, the young lady is still Hao’s fiancée. Sneaking out the night before the engagement—how do you expect Hao to face all the guests invited to the banquet?”

The old man snorted heavily and said nothing more.

Kong Xi pursed her lips, guilt-ridden. “Grandfather, I’m sorry for dragging you into this. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have brought you with me.” With that, she stood up, head lowered, about to walk towards Zhou Feng.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out in front of her. Jiang Yu’s calm voice sounded in her ear, “No one needs to leave today.”

Kong Xi forced a bitter smile. “Brother Jiang Yu, you can’t afford to provoke Zhang Hao. If I go, everyone else will be safe. Please, look after my grandfather and Xiao Qian for me, and get them back to Yun City.”

Zhao Xiaoqian grew anxious, grabbing Kong Xi’s arm and glaring coldly at Zhou Feng. “Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re in Yuzhou.”

She pulled out her phone, not sure whom she was calling, but pressed the speakerphone button in front of everyone. After a moment, a leisurely voice answered, “Hello, Xiaoqian, what’s wrong?”

Zhao Xiaoqian said, “Brother Yong, we’ve run into trouble. Zhang Hao’s man, Zhou Feng, has stopped us.”

Brother Yong paused, confused. “Zhou Feng? How did you get tangled up with him? I can’t handle a grudge with that guy.”

A smug grin spread across Zhou Feng’s face. “Brother Yong? Must be Li Yong. I think I’ve got a lackey by that name too—a pimp, nothing more. Don’t embarrass me by bringing him up.”

“Huh?” Zhao Xiaoqian was stunned.

Brother Yong really was Li Yong—a local boss she’d met in Yuzhou a few years ago, supposedly well-connected, with several nightclub owners owing him favors.

“Li Yong, can you really cover for her today?” Zhou Feng shouted arrogantly, utterly lawless. Passengers shrank into their seats, fearing they’d be dragged into trouble.

Calling for help had only led to one of Zhou Feng’s own underlings. Zhao Xiaoqian’s face flushed and paled by turns, a mixture of embarrassment and fear. Was there truly no one who could save them today?

Even Zhou Feng’s lackeys burst into unrestrained laughter.

“I’ve got a number too,” Jiang Yu said with a slight smile, taking out his phone. Zhao Xiaoqian was dressed fashionably, wearing expensive accessories—a clear sign of a wealthy family’s daughter. If anyone could call for a heavyweight, it would be her. Now that even she had failed, what help could Jiang Yu—clearly a poor kid—possibly summon?

Several passengers looked at Kong Xi with sympathy. Perhaps, today, she really was doomed.

Zhou Feng sneered, “I’ll give you a chance to make your call, so no one can say I bully the weak in Yuzhou. Once you’re done, I’ll break both your legs and dump you by the roadside.”

Jiang Yu dialed Young Master Liu’s number. The call was picked up instantly, and the unexpected delight on the other end left Liu momentarily at a loss for words.

A few seconds later, Liu asked cautiously, “Boss Jiang, what brings you to call me? I was just about to leave Yuzhou.”

Jiang Yu decided to ask Liu if he could handle this situation; if not, he’d have to take a more direct approach.

“Do you know Zhang Hao from Yuzhou?”

Liu was stunned. “Boss, why mention that kid? Did he mess with you?”

Jiang Yu chuckled. “Zhang Hao’s lackey Zhou Feng stopped me on the road. Oh, and he said he’d break my legs and leave me on the highway.”

Liu was terrified; he cursed furiously over the phone, “Has Zhang Hao lost his mind? Boss Jiang, give me three minutes.”

Hanging up, Jiang Yu waved his phone. “I’m done.”

Everyone glanced at each other. That was it?

Zhou Feng spread his hands. “Kid, you had your chance.”

No one had any faith in this plainly dressed young man. After so few words, he’d already hung up—did he even get through to anyone important?

Jiang Yu smiled. “He said to wait three minutes.”

Zhou Feng burst out laughing, grabbing a nearby passenger and sitting back down. Someone beside him lit a cigarette for him, making a show of his swagger.

“Alright, I’ll give you three minutes.” The burning tip of his cigarette pointed threateningly at Jiang Yu.

Kong Xi’s heart was in turmoil, her gaze complicated as she looked at Jiang Yu. At a time like this, why did he still insist on putting on a brave face?

At the same time, she resolved that no matter what happened today, she would not let Zhou Feng harm Jiang Yu. All of this was because of her; this young man shouldn’t have to pay the price.

Three minutes passed in a flash.

The bus was silent. Some passengers still held onto a sliver of hope, but by now, even that had faded. It seemed that today, no miracle would occur.

Some even lowered their heads, unable to watch what would happen next.

Zhou Feng laughed arrogantly, “Today, no one can save—”

Before he could finish, his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen: an unfamiliar number.

He put the phone to his ear, and instantly, his legs gave out—he nearly collapsed on the spot.

The call was from his boss’s boss, who had skipped right over Zhang Hao himself. Young Master Liu—a wealthy, widely respected scion in Yuzhou.

Years ago, Zhou Feng had the fortune to attend a banquet with Zhang Hao and had met Young Master Liu, so he recognized his voice.

“Young Master Liu, I was wrong, please, spare me!”

Ignoring everyone around him, Zhou Feng dropped to his knees in the aisle, his burly frame trembling uncontrollably.

The bus was deathly silent; everyone was stunned.

After a brief exchange, Zhou Feng stood up and hurried off the bus without a backward glance. The call was still ongoing—since the other party hadn’t hung up, Zhou Feng didn’t dare end it himself. From the phone, a furious roar echoed through the carriage.

“Zhou Feng, get to me immediately! If I don’t break both your legs today, I’ll call you ‘Dad’ for the rest of my life!”

Everyone heard it loud and clear.

Zhou Feng’s legs nearly buckled. Supported by his lackeys, he climbed into an SUV, made a U-turn, and sped back toward Yuzhou at breakneck speed.

Trying to lighten the mood, Jiang Yu smiled. “I have a friend in Yuzhou. I thought I’d give it a shot—didn’t expect it to work out.”

Kong Xi’s lips parted in surprise.

He explained it so nonchalantly, as if the person who had just handled everything for him was nothing worth mentioning.

Because she knew the power of Zhang Hao and Zhou Feng, Kong Xi was even more shaken. In all of Yuzhou, perhaps no more than three people could terrify Zhou Feng like that.

“Jiang Yu, who exactly are you?” Zhao Xiaoqian demanded, hands on her hips, though her voice lacked conviction.

Jiang Yu touched his nose and smiled. “Just call me Jiang Yu. Although, some people like to call me Jiang the Big Shot!”