Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 211: Iron Gall Defends Jiangcheng

A steel dart, carried by the fierce wind, struck Chen Baichuan’s forehead with a loud thud, like the resounding drum of war.

The impact left him dizzy, his vision darkened, and he almost fell. Crimson blood trickled down his cheek.

Xu Xiangbei hadn’t used his inner strength, so Chen Baichuan only had a scalp wound without any bone damage.

He felt dizzy, striving to stabilize himself and not fall. He pointed at Xu Xiangbei and said, "You, you’re not playing by the rules."

Xu Xiangbei, with a sly grin, replied, "Oh no, hit your head, huh? I’m a doctor; do you need me to patch you up?"

Chen Ban City quickly supported his dad, Chen Baichuan, wiping the blood from his forehead: "Dad, are you okay?"

The wound was deep, and the blood wouldn’t stop for a while, covering his face. Ouyang Yufei tossed over two white towels, and soon Chen Baichuan transformed from an arrogant ancient martial artist to a towel-topped Shaanxi old man.

Xu Xiangbei teased, "Heh, if I played by the rules, could I have hit a dog’s head?"

Xu Xiangbei’s words were like a bomb, enraging a dozen Chen Family disciples, who glared angrily, eager to fight, surrounding him menacingly.

But once they were three meters away from Xu Xiangbei, no one dared to step closer.

Even their master was injured; among them, just a handful of novices learned a few tricks, none dared to advance. Some even thought privately, it’s clear that the Ouyang Family’s Dragon Tiger Divine Fist, and the Double Flying Iron Gall are powerful. Perhaps we should find a new place to train.

Chen Baichuan sobered a bit, though it wasn’t clear whether from embarrassment or the unremoved bloodstains, his old face flushed red.

He clasped his fists, nodded lightly towards Xu Xiangbei, his tone conflicted, "Brother, today I, Chen Baichuan, lost to you, admitting my skills are lacking. The future is long, we’ll meet again. Let’s leave."

Seeing Chen Baichuan leading his disciples away, Xu Xiangbei blocked his path and said coldly, "Wait, leaving just like that? Do you think this place is a market? Come and go as you please."

Chen Ban City brandished the Beheading Saber, bluffing, "What do you want then? Are you not letting us leave?"

Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "These days, even watching a movie requires a ticket. I’ve been fighting for so long, you watched comfortably, commenting away, and now you want to sneak off? Hand over all your money. If anyone withholds even a cent, don’t blame me for smashing their skull with an iron dart."

The iron darts in his hand shot out like lightning, colliding in mid-air with a sharp sound and producing a bright spark.

Double flying iron darts stunned Jiangcheng, scaring the dozen Chen Family disciples. They exchanged glances, realizing only Chen Baichuan could withstand these two iron darts.

Seeing his dad injured and unable to confront Xu Xiangbei, Chen Ban City knew today wouldn’t end peacefully.

Having witnessed Xu Xiangbei’s bandit-like behavior before, he could only swallow his pride, handing over all his money to Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei, grinning slyly, pointed at the table by the door, "Son, put the money on the table. Don’t blame your dad for being stingy, after all, close friends settle accounts fairly. I need to make a living too, gotta collect some ticket money."

Seeing Chen Ban City pay up, the other Chen Family disciples took their money from their pockets and placed it on the table, soon piling it with colorful bills.

When one Chen Family disciple took out money, a one-yuan coin fell to the ground. He cautiously glanced at Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei glared at him, and he quickly picked it up without a word.

Despite being worth tens of millions, Xu Xiangbei insisted on finding excuses to forcibly collect entry fees, clearly embarrassing Chen Baichuan.

Chen Baichuan was extremely composed, deeply scheming, with no expression on his face, yet his eyes carried a cruel intent. He reached for his pocket but was stopped by Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei, with a cheeky grin, said, "Big brother, you were part of the performance today too, and it was so entertaining. You nearly earned Alzheimer’s for the sake of art, and I already feel guilty for not paying you. How could I charge you an entry fee?"

Chen Baichuan, gritting his teeth so hard, his face so dark it almost seems twisted. He bowed his head and silently walked out of the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he would spew all his pent-up blood.

Watching Xu Xiangbei mock Chen Baichuan in such a nonchalant manner, Ouyang Jiahui couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The Chen Family came quickly and left quickly. Just moments ago, the martial yard was crowded. Now, it was deserted, with only the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall remaining.

Ouyang Yufei punched Xu Xiangbei’s sturdy chest, "Kid, your dual iron darts are impressive, better than mine. I, Ouyang Yufei, have never admired anyone, but I admire you."

Xu Xiangbei squinted with a smile, "That’s because the student surpasses the master, thanks to the third brother’s excellent teaching."

Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei’s stomach growled. Engrossed in a fight with Chen Baichuan, neither he nor Ouyang Jiahui had eaten dinner yet.

The fight lasted nearly two hours, and it was almost nine o’clock at night.

Knowing Xu Xiangbei and his niece hadn’t eaten dinner, Ouyang Yufei said, "I haven’t eaten either. The whole Chen Family mess made me forget."

Ouyang Jiahui, like a child, tugged on Ouyang Yufei’s arm, "Uncle, I want to eat those paddlefish we had when we were younger."

"Heh, craving paddlefish, how convenient! There’s a Jiangfeng Fish Restaurant right next to the hall. The fish they serve are freshly caught from the Yangtze River. Super fresh. Uncle will take you to eat."

Just around the corner from the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall, they saw the neon sign of Jiangfeng Fish Restaurant, a hotel with an ancient style. A pair of purple couplets flanked the entrance, "Good wine and delicacies can’t intoxicate a hero, rare delicacies and endless longevity ensure peace."

The owner, a shrewd middle-aged man, immediately greeted Ouyang Yufei with a smile, "Director Ouyang, welcome, please come in."

Ouyang Yufei introduced Xu Xiangbei, "This is Coach Xu from our martial arts hall."

The owner quickly offered a cigarette with a smile, "Coach Xu, please come in."

Xu Xiangbei didn’t stand on ceremony; after all, the customer is king, especially since Ouyang Yufei is a regular VIP here, granting him some benefits as well.

Ouyang Yufei smiled, asking, "Is our usual private room available?"

The owner, with an apologetic look, said, "Sorry, Director Ouyang, all private rooms are booked today. You know how good my business is. Now it’s 8:30, and there’s no room for you. Sorry, please bear with the main hall, I’ll give you a 10% discount."

Xu Xiangbei surveyed the surroundings, noting just how bustling the business was. The main hall was packed, filled with people of all ages enjoying hot pot, and despite the air conditioning blasting, waves of heat continued to roll in.

The only empty spot was a small table by the wall, suitable for three people.