"This is the waiting area! Only passengers with tickets can come in! Do you want to be taken away?"
Feng Yang roared in exasperation, unable to understand how such a group of unemployed people had managed to sneak in.
Airport security shouldn't have let them in, right?
Wait a moment……
Feng Yang was stunned, then gave a smile that was more like a grimace.
He initially thought that there were still many people in the waiting room because it was still early before boarding.
Now it seems...
"Looks like you guessed it... That's right, we all bought tickets."
Ning Zheyuan smiled faintly and showed the plane ticket: "It's almost time to board, but there's still hardly anyone in the waiting room. Aren't you curious?"
As Ning Zheyuan finished speaking, the group of oddly dressed and menacing underlings all pulled out a plane ticket.
Seeing this, the security guards who had noticed the commotion and wanted to come over immediately turned back.
—They bought tickets properly and came in; it's perfectly reasonable for them to enter the waiting room, and they didn't lay a hand on anyone... How dare they stop them?
Although someone was blatantly smoking a cigar in the non-smoking waiting room...
But none of the security guards dared to step forward to stop them; after all, with so many thugs, one poke from each of them would be enough to kill them.
Let's wait until the smoke alarm is triggered before we do anything...
Everyone here earns a fixed salary; there's no need to make trouble for these people who seem like they're not to be trifled with, all because of that meager pay.
"You're just leaving like that? Hey! I'm a passenger! I need to board this flight, and you're not going to do anything about it?"
Seeing that the security guards only glanced at him and then went back, Feng Yang was furious. The leader had made it clear that he was there to avenge Xia Che, so how could he expect to get away with it?
Do these bastards have to see themselves beaten half to death before they stop it?
Why can't it be done earlier?
"Stop yelling, they won't care, and... even if they did, it wouldn't make a difference. I've said it before, I'll get back the spot that was lost by the young master."
Ning Zheyuan stubbed out the cigar with one hand, then tugged at his tie, loosening his grip slightly. He then reached out, and his sensible underling took the cigar from him, before taking off Ning Zheyuan's coat and holding it in his hand.
"You can't do this! I'm warning you, it's illegal!"
Feng Yang had already figured out what this group of people wanted to do. He was smart, but at this moment he had no way to explain himself.
It's a classic case of a scholar encountering a soldier.
Even if he were a silver-tongued eloquent man, these thugs probably wouldn't listen...
"Speaking like that from your mouth... sounds like a lame joke."
Ning Zheyuan's expression was somewhat strange.
As the underground emperor of Jiang City, Ning Zheyuan has seen many kinds of bad people.
There are many types of bad people, and each person is bad in different ways, but the best among the bad people have one thing in common: they are shameless.
Black can be called white, and white can be called black.
In their eyes, there is no right or wrong, no good or evil, only whether it is beneficial to themselves.
In his view, Feng Yang was the same.
"Let's get started, make as much noise as possible. Um, you there, bend the camera."
Ning Zheyuan tilted his head, and immediately some of his underlings who had been holding back rushed over and dragged Feng Yang to the very center of the waiting room.
"Should we break the camera off, boss?"
The younger brother was beaming with excitement.
"No, I want you to adjust it so that it can accurately capture all of us. The current position is too off-center; it can't capture the whole group."
Ning Zheyuan pointed to Feng Yang, who was submerged in the crowd, and said calmly, "Remember, you must take a picture of this person's face. You must make sure his face is in the frame at all times."
"Go for it. This is one of the few opportunities we have to beat people up without having to take responsibility."
Ning Zheyuan patted his underling on the shoulder, and the underling nodded as if he understood, then walked towards the camera next to him.
Ning Zheyuan stretched his wrists, grinned maliciously, and walked over as well.
Ning Zheyuan was itching to punish anyone who had wronged the young master...
"You can't do this! I...I'll f*** your mother!"
Feng Yang's roar echoed through the crowd, but he was dragged back inside after only uttering one sentence.
Suddenly, the entire waiting room was filled with a series of clattering, cracking, and thuds, as well as the muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh...
When people can't win a fight, they often resort to verbal abuse, spewing out all sorts of vulgarities.
This situation proves that the person who hit the other wasn't strong enough...
As it turns out, if there are enough people beating someone up, and they are strong enough, the person being beaten won't be able to utter a single word.
Because it hurts so much...
The few other passengers who were about to board the plane stared wide-eyed at the brawl unfolding before them, unable to understand what the person who had been beaten had done to provoke such public outrage.
This farce unfolded in the waiting room, and strangely enough, no security guards or law enforcement officers came to stop it.
The entire security department seemed to be blind, turning a blind eye to all of this.
It wasn't until Feng Yang had endured a thorough beating for about ten minutes, and was on the verge of fainting, that the beating continued.
"Alright, that's enough for now."
Ning Zheyuan had a sharp eye and knew that if the fight continued, Feng Yang would faint, which would be disadvantageous.
He's been in more fights than he's eaten meals. He knows exactly how to hit someone, where to strike for maximum pain, and which parts of the body will only hurt without causing injury...
Ning Zheyuan was clear about the door.
"You...you..."
Feng Yang lay on the ground, covering his face, which was swollen like a pig's head. He rolled around on the ground in pain, stammering "you you you" for a long time, but he couldn't even utter a coherent sentence.
“My young master is just too civilized. In reality, if he really wanted to deal with you, we wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. And I guarantee… your injuries would be much worse than they are now.”
Ning Zheyuan squatted on the ground, admired his masterpiece for a moment, then shook his head and took out his phone to send a message.
Soon, within seconds of the message being sent, the doors to the waiting area were opened.
A group of law enforcement officers in uniform walked in from outside in an orderly manner.
"Xia Che?!"
Upon seeing the leader clearly, Feng Yang closed his eyes in despair.
He has figured it out.
The reason why Ning Zheyuan and his gang dared to be so arrogant was because it was all at Xia Che's behest. The law enforcement officers at this moment were not there to help them at all, but to help Xia Che!
in other words……
From the very beginning, Xia Che had no intention of letting himself go.
What utter nonsense about "no evidence, so you can leave"...
This is a complete rip-off!
"We meet again."
Xia Che walked at the front, with Xiao Yihan standing beside him. He squatted down and smiled gently.
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