Chapter Twenty-Four: Cheng Minghui and His Eighteen Foolish Pigs

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Wang Zheng ate his dinner as if nothing had happened, showing no concern for Cheng Minghui’s departing threat: “Just you wait, I’ll kill you!” To Wang Zheng, it was nothing worth worrying about.

“Wait? Fine, I’ll be right here waiting. I want to see what tricks you can pull off!” Wang Zheng thought to himself.

Perhaps Su Xue was right; that lawless, spoiled brat deserved a harsh lesson, a lesson for his mother’s sake, too. Let him learn that “there’s always a higher mountain, always someone better.” Whether rich or poor, one must first be a decent person; don’t go around pretending to be God, when you’re not even fit to be His errand boy.

“Brother, you were so cool just now~~!” Su Xue leaned over the table, looking at Wang Zheng and whispering excitedly. Her expression was brimming with exhilaration. For her, nothing was more satisfying than seeing scum like Cheng Minghui get put in his place.

Chu Jun nodded vigorously in agreement with Su Xue, but after the excitement passed, she looked a little worried. She glanced at Wang Zheng and Su Xue, and said anxiously, “I think Cheng Minghui will bring people to cause trouble for us. Should we leave first?”

“If it’s fortune, it’s not misfortune; if it’s misfortune, you can’t escape it. Some things can’t be solved by running away. Even if we avoid it today, what about tomorrow? The day after? If he comes to trouble me, I’m not afraid. But what if he causes trouble at the TV station? Or what if he targets a woman who couldn’t defend herself?” Wang Zheng looked at Chu Jun and said, “I’ll wait for him right here. This world is like that—the strong prey on the weak, cowards get bullied, only the fittest survive! Remember: if you can’t make others respect you, you must make them fear you.”

Chu Jun saw Wang Zheng suddenly become serious, and her face showed a hint of grievance; the man’s stern demeanor was truly intimidating.

“Brother, don’t be so serious, you’ll scare Chu Chu. She said that only for our sake!” Su Xue looked at Wang Zheng and said.

Hearing Su Xue, and seeing Chu Jun’s aggrieved look, Wang Zheng wondered if he’d been too severe just now. His expression softened, and he smiled at Chu Jun. “I was only stating my thoughts, and thank you for caring!”

“Oh!”

“By the way, the dishes you ordered taste great, just right for my palate!”

With Su Xue around, no matter how tense or awkward the atmosphere, things always lightened up. After only a few exchanges, the mood at the table returned to normal. Only Chu Jun kept glancing out the window, still worried about Cheng Minghui’s revenge.

It was understandable—she still didn’t know what Wang Zheng actually did for a living. If she knew, perhaps she’d be as relaxed as Su Xue.

Wang Zheng was listening to Su Xue recount amusing stories from the TV station when a hushed whisper rose around them. Then, a clatter of footsteps sounded from behind. Wang Zheng glanced at Chu Jun opposite him; her smile had faded, replaced by a look of concern.

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Wang Zheng already sensed what was about to happen, but still acted unconcerned, picking up his chopsticks to add more meat to Chu Jun and Su Xue’s bowls. “Come now, don’t just eat vegetables. Girls shouldn’t torture their stomachs for the sake of their figures.”

“Well, you haven’t left yet? You really do have guts!” A sarcastic voice came from behind him. Wang Zheng didn’t need to look—he knew the one he’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

Wang Zheng casually wiped his hands with a napkin and swallowed the food in his mouth.

“I bet someone that Cheng Minghui, that bastard, would come back. Didn’t expect you’d actually listen and come when called!” Wang Zheng turned, smiling, to look at Cheng Minghui.

Seeing Cheng Minghui again, he hadn’t changed much: still wearing fashionable, tasteful clothes and shiny leather shoes. The only difference was that his shirt sleeves exposed an arm wrapped in gauze—not the outfit from before.

“Go ahead, say whatever you want. Soon I’ll make sure you won’t even have the strength to speak!” Cheng Minghui said sinisterly, gesturing behind him. Immediately, more than a dozen men stepped forward, forming a semicircle and boxing Wang Zheng’s table into a corner. In their hands were steel pipes and baseball bats, making their intentions clear.

“What’s with all the pipes, Cheng Minghui? You just performed ‘Get Lost’ earlier, and now you want to thank me with a steel pipe dance?” Wang Zheng joked, “Who would’ve thought Young Master Cheng is so multi-talented. Truly remarkable!”

Cheng Minghui clenched his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed together, his bulging red eyes barely containing the rage that twisted his features; he looked menacingly at Wang Zheng, as if Wang Zheng was his mortal enemy. That venomous glare said everything about what was coming.

A sly face, thin eyebrows, protruding lips, clenched fists, and a schadenfreude smile—every detail radiated shamelessness.

“Mr. Cheng, what are all these people and poses for? A dragon gate formation? Or maybe the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men?” Wang Zheng asked, observing the group closely. When he realized they were just a bunch of useless thugs, a smile appeared on his face.

Don’t fear enemies as fierce as tigers—fear allies as dumb as pigs! Cheng Minghui, the pig-headed leader, had brought a group of pigs with him. Was he here to fight, or to shake up the Chinese economy?

If you want to fight, at least show some sincerity. Bringing a bunch of idiots—Wang Zheng really couldn’t get interested.

People in the restaurant began to quietly leave, unwilling to get involved in such a tense situation. “Sweep your own doorstep, pay no mind to frost on others’ roofs”—the kind of thinking instilled since childhood by their parents.

In spirit, they fully supported Wang Zheng, but in action…!

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“Cheng Minghui, don’t push your luck!” Su Xue suddenly stood up and shouted, “Don’t even think about pursuing me. Someone as despicable and shameless as you is more loathsome than society’s scum, more disgusting than rats in the sewers. Besides relying on your family to bully others, what else can you do?”

“Hmph, tonight I’ll show you exactly what I can do!” Cheng Minghui sneered triumphantly. With eighteen against one, he seemed sure of victory and now took his time, grabbing a chair and sitting down, looking at Wang Zheng with a showy arrogance. “I’ll let you off tonight, but you must kneel and kowtow three times, apologize, then crawl under my legs and promise never to defy me again!”

Wang Zheng laughed, then looked at Cheng Minghui with pity. In Wang Zheng’s eyes, Cheng Minghui was like a terminally ill patient, beyond saving—so pitiable he left one lost for words.

“Too pitiful, truly pitiful!” Wang Zheng looked at Cheng Minghui’s smug face and said helplessly, “You’ve got a terminal case of delusional arrogance—there’s no cure for you!”

“You…!”

Suddenly Wang Zheng’s helpless expression disappeared, replaced by seriousness. He looked at the dozen men standing there and said loudly, “I’ve already surrounded you all! Should I go one-on-one with each of you, or do you all want to come at me together?”

Someone as despicable as Cheng Minghui would never fight fair, like an Olympic boxing match. Wang Zheng was already prepared to take on all eighteen fools single-handedly. Or perhaps, for Wang Zheng, one-on-one was meaningless—only all eighteen idiots attacking at once would be interesting.

“Still stubborn at this point? You want to play the hero? Fine, I’ll grant your wish.” Cheng Minghui was fuming, glaring at his men and shouting, “Go! Hit him hard!”

Wang Zheng stood up, shielding Chu Jun and Su Xue behind him. Facing the swinging steel pipes and baseball bats, he showed no hint of fear. His eyes were bright, his lips curled in a smile, every movement light and powerful.

Wang Zheng grabbed a chair and smashed it at one of the attackers. In speed, strength, angle, timing, and accuracy, it was flawless.

With a “crack!” the solid wood chair remained intact, but the man struck was bleeding from the head, collapsed on the floor, and passed out.

A brick in hand, the world is mine. Swinging a chair, anyone can be knocked down! Wang Zheng glared fiercely at the fools before him, standing tall with the chair gripped in his left hand.

“Who else?”