Chapter 391: Newly Risen Family
Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
Two thuds echoed as Peng Peng; the security detail ignored Wang Yan’s cries. The two security guards who attacked were kicked away, landing at Young Master Qiu’s feet, unable to rise. Wang Yan and her husband were stunned but tried to approach, only to be pulled back. “Wang Yan, do you want a good life? Those are Qiu family people, you…”
Wang Yan felt conflicted. She knew she couldn’t change anything by intervening, but inaction weighed heavily on her conscience. Her friend was right; they couldn’t afford to offend Young Master Qiu. Few in Beijing could.
Boss Huang watched his men flung several meters—a distance impossible for a normal person. He wasn’t a fool; this wasn’t an ordinary person. Yet, he knew Young Master Qiu wasn’t simple either, and he wanted to avoid offending either side.
“Damn it, drag that bastard over!” Young Master Qiu’s face darkened, ordering his bodyguards. Newly arrived in Beijing, he’d found the Qiu family name quite useful, making him accustomed to being a bully. He dismissed Ye Mo, who hadn’t even secured a room, as insignificant.
His bodyguards, though stronger than the security guards, were instantly kicked away by Ye Mo, unable to even touch his clothes. Despite Young Master Qiu’s identity, Boss Huang dared not call for help. Experience taught him that strength often equated to wealth. Ye Mo's power couldn’t be underestimated.
Seeing his bodyguards fall, Young Master Qiu realized he'd met his match. He pointed at Ye Mo, “If you’ve got any balls, sit there and don’t move.” He then called for backup.
Ye Mo stood, approached, and slapped Young Master Qiu. Teeth flew, his ear bled, and soon, it was gone. Dazed and terrified, Young Master Qiu lay on the ground, unable to move. He hadn’t expected anyone to dare hit him like this in Beijing.
Ye Mo then slapped Dong Jie, sending his head crashing against the door. Dong Jie was dazed and disoriented.
Shi Xiu quickly grabbed Ye Mo as he walked back. “We need to go! Why did you beat them?”
“Oh, is he special?” Ye Mo sat down.
Shi Xiu knew escape was impossible. Sighing, he explained, “That’s Young Master Qiu of the Beijing Qiu family. Do you know them?”
Ye Mo shook his head. He knew of the five great families of Beijing (Li, Zhang, Song, Ye, Qiao), and others like Qin, Han, Ning, Ou, and Zhuo, but not the Qiu family.
Shi Xiu looked worriedly at Young Master Qiu. “You know China’s five great families, right? You’re Ye family. The Ye, Song, and Qiao families offended someone powerful and are declining. The Song family vanished from Beijing. The Ye and Qiao families are more low-profile; the Qiao family is reportedly fading from the five great families, becoming a business family. The Qiu and Dai families are replacing them.”
“How do you know?” Ye Mo was surprised, though he didn't believe the Ye family was declining; they were simply discreet. Ye Zifeng, though young, was mature and cautious.
Shi Xiu’s eyes held pain. “Tan Tan told me. I owed money, couldn’t stay in Cha Xi, and had to repay daily. Tan Tan told me to come to Beijing. She’s studying and working here. I found a job, hoping to repay my loan and live well with Tan Tan, but…”
He quickly returned to the topic. “That’s Qiu Zhizhe, a Beijing University student, arrogant and brainless. Dong Jie fawns over him. But his family protects him. I heard his brother, Qiu Zhixue, is powerful.”
Police sirens wailed, and officers surrounded Ye Mo and Shi Xiu.
“You beat these men?” a middle-aged officer asked.
Ye Mo nodded. “Yes, self-defense. They attacked me.”
A young officer saw Young Master Qiu’s critical state and reached for his cuffs, but someone interrupted, “Move. I’ll take him.”
Two officers moved aside, revealing a man in his thirties.
“Bold, beating people in Beijing, especially Qiu Zhizhe, to this state. You’ve got guts. Do you know who Qiu Zhizhe’s brother is?”
Ye Mo smiled. Shi Xiu said, “Too many dogs here. Let’s go.”
Ye Mo looked at the man. “Cow or horse, it’s none of my concern. Don’t make me beat you.”
“Cocky, huh? Let’s see how cocky you are in jail.” The man lunged.
“Hu Peng, stop.” A half-bald, middle-aged man intervened, approaching Ye Mo politely. “Young Master Mo, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Ye Mo looked at him quizzically. “Who are you?”
“Wu Ze. I saw you at Ji Beichen’s charity auction in Beijing.”
Wu Ze was shocked. He knew Ye Mo's power, backed by the Li family; he’d seen Ye Mo at the auction with Li Qiuyang, where he’d slapped Song Yi, a Song family member, with impunity. The Song family hadn't retaliated. He knew Ye Mo could easily remove the Qiu family from Beijing. He stopped Hu Peng, protecting himself while connecting with Ye Mo.
Ye Mo remembered the auction; he'd left early to save his sister.
“Wu Ze, what’s this?” Hu Peng, seeing Wu Ze aiding Ye Mo, was surprised. He wouldn’t act without knowing Ye Mo’s identity.
“Nothing. Young Master Mo is someone I respect; don't blame me if you harm him.”
Wu Ze's bluntness was intentional. He’d already hinted; if Hu Peng didn't understand, he couldn't be blamed.
“Wu Ze, what’s your meaning?” Hu Peng, angered by Wu Ze’s blunt warning, was still hesitant to act. It was the Qiu family’s face being lost.
Wu Ze sneered, about to speak, when two men separated them. Wu Ze glanced at Hu Peng, then turned to Ye Mo, inviting him carefully. “Young Master Mo, I’m investigating in Xi Tong suburb, having a gathering. Would you join us?”
Ye Mo was about to refuse when Shi Xiu said, “Xi Tong suburb?”