Chapter 75 Legendary Figures

"Do you know why I hit you?"

Yang Huan looked at Stephen Thompson with disdain. In his eyes, this man was nothing.

They appear to be fierce but are weak inside. Such people just rely on their numbers to bully their classmates in school.

Besides this, what else can he do?

"I am helping your father teach you a lesson with these slaps. Don't think that you can bully others just because you have a few bucks. Don't think that you are born more delicate than others. What did you scold me for?"

When Yang Huan said this, his tone became very serious, his eyes flashed a hint of fierceness, and he even gritted his teeth.

Stephen Thompson was already scared out of his wits, how could he dare to say it again?

Huang Ying and Du Ziteng were standing behind Yang Huan, feeling a little ashamed when they heard this. They had never expected that Yang Huan would get so angry just because Stephen Thompson called him a yellow pig. They had all thought that Yang Huan was just having a quarrel with them.

"Du Ziteng!"

Just when Du Ziteng was feeling full of shame, he heard Yang Huan calling his name.

"Boss, you called me?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm calling you, come here!" Yang Huan waved his hand. Why was this little fat guy so slow to react?

Du Ziteng let out an exclamation and ran to Yang Huan's side happily. He now admired Yang Huan very much.

Men, especially Chinese men, should be chivalrous and fight for justice, and uphold justice and protect the good.

"You just pushed him down and threatened him. What should we do?" Yang Huan asked Stephen Thompson.

The British youth lay on the ground on all fours with his head raised, just like a dog looking up at his master. Then he looked at Du Ziteng. His usual arrogance was gone and he just wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible.

So, after listening to Yang Huan's words, she looked up at Du Ziteng and said in a tearful voice, "I'm sorry."

Du Ziteng was so excited. He had met Stephen Thompson several times before and was always bullied. He had to keep saying sorry every time. But now, Stephen Thompson was lying on the ground like a dog, saying sorry to him and begging for his forgiveness and mercy.

This was something I could only think about in dreams before, but now it is actually happening.

All of this is because of the boss around me.

Thinking of the past and the humiliation he had just given him, Du Ziteng was furious. He walked forward, slapped Stephen Thompson twice, and spat at him before angrily saying, "It doesn't matter!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to Yang Huan with a smile, "Boss, it's so enjoyable, so enjoyable!"

Yang Huan also laughed, "What's this? Is it worth making such a fuss?"

"It's worth it, it's worth it!" Du Ziteng nodded repeatedly.

"You're useless!" Yang Huan laughed and cursed, waved his hand, and ignored Stephen Thompson who was lying on the ground. He called Zhu Liangcheng and others and was about to walk towards the venue.

He doesn't even take people like Stephen Thompson seriously.

Just at this moment, the roar of a car engine came from the distance.

Then I saw luxury cars speeding from a distance, and one after another they suddenly braked on the road not far away.

Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Porsche, Ferrari, Bentley...

Everyone at the scene was watching this sudden scene. Some people were dumbfounded. So many luxury cars, where did they come from?

Then Ibrahimovic, Neymar, Adam Lallana and others were seen jumping out of the car one after another.

The Swedish center, a burly man nearly two meters tall, looked over as soon as he got out of the car and shouted, "Master Huan, we're here!"

A group of more than twenty people rushed over, and their momentum was like an overwhelming tidal wave, immediately shocking everyone present.

Stephen Thompson had just regained consciousness, but when he saw this group of people rushing towards him like wolves and tigers, he was frightened again and almost became incontinent. He collapsed on the ground, holding his head, not daring to move for fear of being beaten again.

Many professional players look skinny on TV, but if you look closely, you will find that they are actually very strong, much stronger than the average person.

Many of the twenty or so people were over 1.9 meters tall and strong, which indeed gave people a strong pressure.

The onlookers were shocked when they saw them rushing out of the car, but soon someone saw who these people were and they all screamed.

"It's Ibrahimovic, oh my god, the Swedish center forward!"

"My favorite Neymar actually came to the University of Southampton."

"He is Manuel Neuer, the German goalkeeper. His butt is really big and perky. I like it."

"Vidal, your hairstyle is so cool!"

As soon as the onlookers saw this group of stars, they immediately became a mess and everyone started talking.

When they saw this group of Southampton stars walking up to Yang Huan with a look of respect on their faces, they were even more surprised and astonished in their hearts. This Chinese man must have an unusual background. Could he be the new boss of Southampton?

For a moment, everyone looked at Yang Huan with unusual eyes.

This is a person whose name I have only seen in newspapers. He is almost like a legendary figure.

Yang Huan didn't care about other people's thoughts. He was a little confused. Don't they need to train? What are they doing here? Just to watch the fun?

"Why are you here?"

Sun Yue walked forward and looked at Yang Huan carefully from left to right, front to back. Only after confirming that Yang Huan was fine did he feel relieved. If Yang Huan was really beaten, he would have to wait to be fired.

"Master Huan, as soon as we heard that you were beaten, we all came here out of concern for you."

Yang Huan was delighted when he heard this, "I was beaten? I am fine if I beat others, but with Long Wu here, who can beat me?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Long Wu. The boy was at the edge of the crowd again, holding his iPhone and playing games happily.

Apart from Sun Yue who had seen him play, who among the players would believe that he was a master?

"Master Huan, whoever wants to hit you, I will help you teach him a lesson!" Ibrahimovic is also a fearless person.

Ravel Morrison also offered a suggestion: "If it's inconvenient for you, Master Huan, I can find someone to come secretly."

Yang Huan's face darkened. "What? You two don't want to be professional players, but gangsters?"

All the players fell silent. They all realized that Young Master Huan was unhappy.

"Your duty is to play football and help me defeat all opponents on the field. As for everything else, I can handle it, so you don't have to worry about it." Yang Huan scolded with a stern face.

"Especially you, Ravel, have you been in touch with your friends lately?"

"No, Master Huan." Ravel Morrison quickly shook his head.

His gang of idiot friends are all in Manchester, in the northwest of England, while Southampton is at the southernmost tip of England.

"That's good. You're still young, don't follow gangsters and follow some boss. It's better to follow me than to follow them. At least I'll provide you with food and shelter, and you can get paid. You can just focus on playing football. You'll have a bright future ahead of you. Isn't that good?"

Ravel Morrison nodded continuously, he really had nothing to say to Young Master Huan.

In just one word, awesome!

Without mentioning anything else, just look around the world, who can reward four or five million pounds for a game?

Even those who are involved in gangs, which one of them doesn't put money first?

"Okay, everyone has worked hard to come here from Staplewood. I understand and appreciate your kindness." Yang Huan didn't want to discourage the players too much. They didn't train, but came here, which was considered as caring about them.

"However, since you are here, why not just not go back? Now that you are here, why not go around the venue and help them advertise and boost their momentum? I will treat you all to dinner at Wangjiang Pavilion tonight!"

Following Yang Huan's words, the players immediately became excited.

But soon, some people were cursing Manchester United and Arsenal in their hearts.

If it weren't for these two teams messing around and cutting off people's financial resources, Young Master Huan would be in a good mood now and would definitely be rewarded handsomely.

When I think about it, I really want to curse.

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In the evening, after a busy day, Zhang Ning drove her red Mercedes-Benz C63 limited edition from Wangjiang Pavilion and arrived at St. Mary's Stadium under the attention of passers-by on both sides of the road.

She is now Yang Huan's finance minister. Not only Wangjiang Pavilion and WeChat Company, but even all the financial expenditures of Southampton are handled by her. With Yang Huan's lavish spending style, it is no exaggeration to say that she spends hundreds of thousands a day.

These days, she has taken on an additional task, which is to sort out the assets that Yang Huan obtained from John Huntel and others. The most valuable ones are undoubtedly the Sunseeker yacht still in the Poole shipyard and the Chinese restaurant in Harros in London. The latter has been temporarily closed and is planned to be renovated.

After parking the car and walking into the office of St. Mary's Stadium, Zhang Ning immediately became the focus of all the men in the office.

A neat and capable professional outfit and high heels not only highlight the temperament of this beautiful lady, but also her confidence makes her seem unattainable, making her the dream lover in the eyes of countless men.

But everyone knows that she is Yang Huan's woman, and no one can count on her.

"Ms. Zhang, something terrible has happened." As soon as she entered the room, the receptionist opposite the main door came up to her when she saw Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning saw that she looked very panicked and was a little dissatisfied. "What's the matter?"

"I just received a call from Mr. Sun, saying that Master Huan was beaten up!"

"What?" Zhang Ning turned pale when she heard it.

"Being beaten? By whom? How? Where?"

She was so surprised that she didn't even notice that her bag had fallen, and she grabbed the receptionist's arms with both hands.

"Miss Zhang, it hurts..." The receptionist was shocked. Why did Zhang Ning, who usually seemed calm and composed, become so panicked when she heard that Young Master Huan was beaten?

Zhang Ning regained some of his sanity, but still held her arm, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Finally, she sounded more like she was asking in dissatisfaction.

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation. Some of them have already chased after him. I heard that he was beaten by university students outside the event site of the University of Southampton."

"Impossible!" Zhang Ning shook her head without hesitation. She had seen Long Wu in action and knew his abilities.

As Long Wu’s bodyguard in Zhongnanhai, how could he let Yang Huan be beaten by a college student?

Besides, Yang Huan has always been the one bullying others. When would he ever be bullied by others?

Not to mention being beaten by an ordinary college student.

This is absolutely impossible!

"I don't know either. I heard that there were dozens of people on the other side, and they were gangsters. There were only Master Huan and Mr. Long Wu, so they were beaten. It was said that they were covered with bruises, very seriously." The receptionist explained quickly.

In fact, she was not very clear about it. She just heard Sun Yue’s phone call and the rumors from some people in the office.

However, she didn't know that these rumors would often be exaggerated after being passed on by each person. By the time she passed the news to Zhang Ning's ears, it had already deviated seriously from the facts.

Perhaps, this is just a false rumor.

"Did you call the police and send him to the hospital?" Zhang Ning had no idea what was going on and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

Dozens of people against two, even if Long Wu is a good fighter, he will certainly get beaten.

From the day she met Yang Huan, Yang Huan always gave her the feeling of being very strong. He did everything as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted and doing it however he wanted, without any scruples.

She also seemed to have accepted Yang Huan's image imperceptibly, and even became somewhat dependent on him.

Until this moment, when she heard the news that Yang Huan was beaten and badly injured, she seemed to have lost all her strength. She was a little at a loss, and her mind went blank. She only had one question.

How badly was he injured?

Does it matter?

But it was obvious that the lady with freckles at the front desk had no idea of ​​the situation.

Zhang Ning picked up the bag anxiously, turned around and walked out of the door of the administrative office, took out his mobile phone, quickly dialed Yang Huan's mobile number, and called. The call went through, but no one answered after it rang for a long time.

This immediately made Zhang Ning even more panicked.

"This guy, why doesn't he answer the phone?" Zhang Ning stamped his feet anxiously.

She even wondered if his injury was so serious that he couldn't even answer the phone?

I called again and the call went through, but no one answered.

I made three or four calls in a row and it was the same every time.

Zhang Ning had no choice but to call Long Wu’s cell phone instead.

But unfortunately, Long Wu’s phone was turned off at this time.

"What's going on?"

Since meeting Yang Huan, Zhang Ning has never been as helpless as he is now.

She even felt like crying out of anxiety.

I got back into the car, started it, drove away from St. Mary's Stadium and headed straight for the University of Southampton.

"You stinky guy, I'll let you keep causing trouble everywhere!"

"You must not be in any danger!"

The red Mercedes Benz whizzed past quickly, and there seemed to be wet tears lingering in the air.

You may not even realize that you have run through several red lights.

At this moment, her heart was on Yang Huan.

There was only one thought in my mind, which was to quickly find out what happened to Yang Huan.

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