"You..."
Tang Wuzui still couldn't believe that Shen Lang had managed to get out alive after offending Yang Ce. For a moment, she seemed not to have heard Shen Lang's words, frozen in place.
"You're not going back on your word, are you?"
Seeing Tang Wuzui motionless, Shen Lang said with a hint of suspicion.
"Hmph—"
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, Tang Wuzui, who had snapped back to attention, snorted, "I, Tang Wuzui, always keep my promises. I said I'd tell you the code of that stock if you got out alive, and I meant it."
With that, Tang Wuzui picked up a sticky note from the front desk, scribbled down a few numbers, tore off the paper, and handed it to Shen Lang. "This is the stock code. Just buy it as I say, and you're guaranteed to profit."
"Thank you."
Seeing this, Shen Lang took the note, said thanks, and prepared to leave.
"Wait—"
Seeing Shen Lang pocket the note and prepare to leave, Tang Wuzui suddenly called out.
Hearing this, Shen Lang paused and looked at Tang Wuzui with a hint of confusion. "Is there something else?"
"Tell me, how did you actually get out alive?"
Although Tang Wuzui had harbored a sliver of hope that Shen Lang would emerge alive, she had still found it hard to believe he truly could.
After all, Shen Lang was up against Yang Ce and his band of desperadoes.
Yet, she truly hadn't expected Shen Lang to walk out alive in the end.
No matter what, she wanted to know how Shen Lang managed to escape unscathed and alive.
"How did I get out alive?"
Shen Lang was surprised by Tang Wuzui's curiosity and replied with a smile, "In a nutshell, it comes down to two words: strength."
"Yang Ce is powerful, and the Baima Club is powerful. To leave unscathed, one needs even greater strength. Fortunately, I happen to have it."
Although Shen Lang's words were a bit boastful, Tang Wuzui listened and believed him implicitly.
Yang Ce and his men were never good people; murder and arson were as easy to them as common household chores.
If Shen Lang hadn't possessed immense strength, he absolutely wouldn't be standing here alive right now.
It was just that Tang Wuzui couldn't comprehend how Shen Lang, a seemingly strong but simple young man in his early twenties, possessed the power to contend with Yang Ce and his ruthless subordinates.
"Could it be that Shen Lang, like Kong Zixiong, is a scion of some noble family in Longdu?"
A guess bloomed in Tang Wuzui's mind, but after another glance at Shen Lang, she instantly dismissed it.
Judging by Shen Lang's attire, demeanor, and overall bearing, he looked like a country bumpkin who had just stepped out of the mountains, with no worldly experience. One could probably trace back five hundred years, and his ancestors wouldn't even have held the rank of a ninth-grade sesame official.
How could such a person possess a profound background, one even more formidable than Yang Ce and the Baima Club?
Therefore, Tang Wuzui was truly perplexed by what Shen Lang meant by "strength."
Tang Wuzui wouldn't consider the possibility that Shen Lang had intimidated Yang Ce and everyone else with sheer force, because one person intimidating over a hundred others was something only seen in movies and novels; it was utterly unthinkable in reality.
"See you again if fate allows."
Before Tang Wuzui could figure it out, Shen Lang left her with those words and strode out of the Baima Club.
"This kid, he's rather interesting."
Watching Shen Lang's retreating back, Tang Wuzui's lips curved upwards in a bright smile.
"Right, didn't he say his name was Shen Lang just now?"
Tang Wuzui recalled Shen Lang's earlier conversation with the six-fingered man in black and murmured to herself, "Shen Lang, I'll remember you."
For some reason, Tang Wuzui suddenly harbored a somewhat absurd hope that Shen Lang might be the person she had been anticipating.
Meanwhile, Shen Lang was unaware of Tang Wuzui's thoughts. After leaving, he took out his phone, called a ride-hailing service, and was already in the car, heading back to the Yu Family Winery.
Half an hour later, the car stopped. As Shen Lang alighted, he walked towards Yu Dongyang's house.
However, just as Shen Lang reached the entrance, he heard the mingled cries of Yu Xiao and Yu Fei from inside.
This was unacceptable. Shen Lang immediately quickened his pace and rushed in.
Upon entering, Shen Lang saw Yu Xiao and Yu Fei lying on the living room floor, their faces bearing clear handprints, indicating they had just been slapped.
Then, he saw Yu Dongyang clutching his abdomen, curled up in a corner, groaning in pain.
Only one person was standing in the living room.
It was a man, about fifty years old, over 1.75 meters tall, with a full beard and a powerfully built physique, clearly a tough character accustomed to fighting.
Shen Lang knew without a doubt that the man standing before him was the one who had slapped Yu Xiao and Yu Fei and caused Yu Dongyang to writhe in agony.
"Who are you?"
Shen Lang spotted the bearded man, and the bearded man also saw Shen Lang.
Almost simultaneously, they both uttered the exact same question.
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is, did you injure them?"
Shen Lang stepped forward, first picking up the paralyzed Yu Fei from the floor and laying her on a recliner, then helping Yu Xiao to her feet.
He looked at the bearded man, not answering his question, and said coldly.
He liked Yu Xiao. The first time he saw her, he had fallen for this pure and innocent girl from the bottom of his heart.
Otherwise, Shen Lang wouldn't have gone to the Baima Club to rescue her for Yu Xiao's sake.
Now, seeing the slap marks on Yu Xiao's face, Shen Lang was utterly enraged.
When Yang Ce was angered, heads would roll.
And when Shen Lang was angered, while people might not lose their heads, they would certainly pay a heavy price for their actions.
"Brother Shen, this is my dad."
In response to Shen Lang's question, the bearded man remained silent. At this moment, Yu Xiao directly revealed his identity.
However, Shen Lang noticed the subtle changes in Yu Xiao's expression.
When she said the person before her was her father, her expression was not only resistant but also filled with fear and dread.
Shen Lang then looked at Yu Fei and found her expression to be not just similar to her sister Yu Xiao's, but identical.
Clearly, this was not the first time the two sisters had gone through something like this.
"So you're Yu Old Dog?"
Having received Yu Xiao's confirmation, Shen Lang looked at the bearded man, recalling the scene of his first meeting with Yu Xiao, and said with contempt, "I know you. It was you, you scumbag, who lost money at the Baima Club and then pawned your own daughters to them, right?"
"Kid, these are my daughters. How I treat them is none of your damn business."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, the bearded man instantly flew into a rage. "It's my family matter, what gives you the right?"
"My fists give me the right."
Shen Lang said this calmly before lunging towards Yu Old Dog.
The next second, Shen Lang's fist landed squarely on Yu Old Dog's face.