500: Chapter 500 Golden Scale Pond 500: Chapter 500 Golden Scale Pond Tangyu was about to head back when his phone rang again.
To his surprise, it was a call from Chang Baosheng, and a feeling of foreboding instantly gripped him at that moment.
“Hello, Brother Yu, are you free right now?
We’ve run into some trouble.” As soon as the call connected, Chang Baosheng’s strained voice came over the line.
You could tell by his voice that he was definitely in big trouble.
If it weren’t for a major issue, he wouldn’t have called.
Tangyu’s brows immediately furrowed as he responded, “I’m free, what happened?
And who else is with you?”
“It’s too complicated to explain over the phone, Brother Yu.
If you’re available, you should come here, or else none of us will be able to leave.
Besides me, there’s Wei Yaoye and Tang Qi, and I’ve also called Deng Li.
Yaoye brought two friends along as well, so we’ve got quite a few people here,” Chang Baosheng said.
After hearing this, Tangyu’s frown deepened.
If Wei Yaoye and Tang Qi had come to Donglin City for fun, they surely would have brought bodyguards with them, and Deng Li was amongst them, yet they had all been detained.
Whoever had detained them must have been quite powerful.
After all, Wei Yaoye was a prominent young master of Linwu County, and not just anyone could suppress him.
The situation must be complicated.
“How come Wei Yaoye and the others came to Donglin City without telling me?” Tangyu asked.
“No, Brother Yu, listen to me.
As soon as Yaoye arrived, he called you, but no one answered your phone.
I called you as well, and there was really no answer.
We must have made at least five calls, all of them this afternoon.
Since no one picked up, we stopped calling,” Chang Baosheng explained.
Tangyu was taken aback and then remembered that he had attended Yun Xiuyue’s fan meeting that afternoon.
It was so loud at the venue that he wouldn’t have heard his phone ringing.
Those calls must have been made then, so it was no wonder he didn’t know about them.
Plus, he didn’t have the habit of checking his phone, so he was unaware of any missed calls.
“Alright, where are you guys?
I’ll head over immediately,” Tangyu said.
“We’re at Golden Scale Pond,” Chang Baosheng provided an address.
After hanging up, Tangyu immediately hailed a taxi and hurried towards Golden Scale Pond.
Golden Scale Pond was one of the most famous entertainment clubs in the southern district, not a private club but a public one.
Whatever services and entertainment a man could want, you could find here.
The beauties of this place were all stunning, and with its owner being a major player, guests could have fun without worrying about the police showing up, making it a well-known spot.
Over time, it had built up its reputation.
Only the well-off dared spend money at Golden Scale Pond, as just booking a table could easily set one back over ten thousand.
It was no place for the average person.
Of course, one could enjoy excellent services here.
What was most famous about Golden Scale Pond were the Thirteen Golden Hairpins.
It was said that each of these thirteen beauties was exceptionally beautiful, especially the leader, Jin Mei’er, who was rumored to rival Donglin City’s four great beauties.
Of course, whether this was actually true was another matter.
Upon arriving at Golden Scale Pond, Tangyu saw Chang Baosheng, Wei Yaoye, and the others being surrounded by a group of black-clad henchmen in the lobby.
Tangyu noticed that several men were laying on the floor beside Wei Yaoye, clearly the bodyguards they had brought with them, though not many in number.
Deng Li stood in front of Wei Yaoye, adopting a vigilant posture that did not permit others to approach.
Tangyu could also see that several of Golden Scale Pond’s own henchmen were injured, and they seemed quite wary of Deng Li too, which suggested that Deng Li had intimidated them.
“Brother Yu.”
“Young Master Tang.”
Seeing Tangyu arrive, Chang Baosheng and the others seemed to have found their savior, and even Deng Li’s eyes lit up.
With Tangyu present, he wasn’t afraid of anything; he had even considered calling Brother Hu and asking for reinforcements.
Tangyu gave Chang Baosheng and the others a reassuring look and proceeded to walk in, only to be blocked by a few individuals.
He also felt a piercing gaze looking over at him.
Turning his attention to its source, he saw a figure approaching him.
The man appeared to be around thirty and radiated sharpness, like a treasured sword exuding its rightful edge.
Seeing this man, Tangyu immediately thought of one person: Sun Wukong.
The man resembled Sun Wukong to a certain degree.
Tangyu couldn’t help but wonder if the owner of Golden Scale Pond was Sun Wukong’s brother, a young master of the Sun Family.
If it was someone from the Sun Family, that would indeed explain why Chang Baosheng and the others were at such a disadvantage, even being detained.
“Humph, are you the so-called reinforcements they’ve called for?
I thought it would be some great Bodhisattva, but turns out it’s just you, the hero from Linshan.
Oh, that’s right, what’s your name again?
It’s Tangyu, right?
I’m sure I haven’t gotten it wrong,” the owner of Golden Scale Pond said with a cold smile, his eyes clearly showing amusement and disdain.
Without showing weakness, Tangyu looked the man in the eye and said, “That’s right, I’m Tangyu.
I never claimed to be some great Bodhisattva; I’m just here because my brothers are in trouble and I had to step in.
Even though I don’t know you, I believe in one principle: ‘Better to resolve an enmity than to intensify it.’ I’ve only just arrived and don’t know what’s transpired, but if my brothers have offended you in some way, feel free to say what you want.
If it’s all a misunderstanding, then please, release them immediately.”
“Haha!” The owner of Golden Scale Pond burst out laughing, looking at Tangyu as if he had just heard a hilarious joke, “It seems you have quite a knack for telling jokes, far surpassing the so-called heroism of your Donglin Mountain.
But—who do you think you are?
You say it’s a misunderstanding and expect me to release someone just like that?
You really hold yourself in high regard, don’t you?
Think you’re all that now?
That you’ve become someone important?
Hmph, I just don’t understand how someone like you managed to give Sun Wukong a setback, not once, but twice.”
Tangyu’s brow furrowed slightly, confidently identifying the person before him as a member of the Sun Family, and he replied with a cool laugh, “If I’m not mistaken, you must be the eldest son of the Sun Family, Sun Wuming.
Since you know that Sun Wukong has suffered defeats at my hands twice, then you should also know that I’m not someone who can be bullied easily.
There’s reasoning, so let’s discuss it reasonably.
My brother made a mistake, and I can apologize for that.
But if you insist on being unreasonable, I won’t be afraid to stand up to you.
If you want to resolve this with fists, I’m ready to oblige at any time.”
Tangyu’s words immediately agitated Sun Wuming, who sneered coldly, “Is that to say, you think you can bully me on my turf, and forcibly take your friends away with your fists?”
Sun Wuming’s words also instantly made the atmosphere tense; after all, there were dozens of Sun Wuming’s henchmen on site, each one skilled in their own right.
As the air thickened with the scent of gunpowder, they all turned their gaze over, ready to charge at Tangyu at Sun Wuming’s command.
Tangyu was well aware of the situation—resorting to force would only lead to a disadvantage unless he brought in reinforcements, and even then, on Sun Wuming’s territory, it wouldn’t necessarily result in any advantage.
Thus, if this could be resolved peacefully, that would naturally be Tangyu’s preference.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of Sun Wuming, but he didn’t want to escalate the situation unnecessarily, especially since dealing with these spoiled rich brats wasn’t why he was in Donglin City.
Besides, if things escalated to a significant conflict, Tangyu wouldn’t have the energy to protect Chang Baosheng.
“I didn’t say that, but I’m not ruling out the possibility.
You may have strong fists, but surely, you understand basic reason?
At the very least, you should be clear on the situation, right?” Tangyu retorted without backing down.
Sun Wuming’s laughter took on a manic edge, although it lacked the deeply rooted arrogance of Sun Wukong, “What if I don’t feel like clarifying?
Do you think this is your backyard?
I’m giving you one choice: kneel and apologize to me now, and this matter is settled.
I’ll let your friends go.
Of course, you’ll pay for my brother’s medical expenses.
Agree to these terms, and we can negotiate.
Otherwise, don’t say anything else.
I’d like to see just how much weight Donglin Mountain’s hero really carries.”
Clearly, Sun Wuming was also mad.
Tangyu’s eyebrows knitted tighter and his eyes flashed with a cold glint.
“Do you really have to take it so far?” Tangyu asked coldly, genuinely angered.
Sun Wuming was completely unreasonable—too domineering, too boastful, not unlike Sun Wukong in temperament.
He probably wanted to get back at Tangyu, likely because of the grudge Sun Wukong held after suffering defeats.
“Hmph, are you trying to threaten me?
I know you have connections to quite a few people—Xiao Yu and Huangfu Qingyun seem to get along well with you, don’t they?
Alright, I’ll give you another chance.
If you can bring Xiao Yu and Huangfu Qingyun here, I’ll respect them enough to release your friends.
How about that?” Sun Wuming taunted with a cold laugh.
“No way.
They’re acquaintances at best, perhaps friends, but we’re not that close.
This little issue isn’t worth bothering them over,” Tangyu said.
A sly smirk crept over Sun Wuming’s face, sinister and mocking, “Then you’re courting death—hm, brave!”
Before Sun Wuming could finish his sentence, Tangyu launched an attack, moving with staggering speed that caught everyone off guard.
Even Sun Wuming’s two bodyguards couldn’t react in time as Tangyu charged forward in a single leap, landing a heavy punch squarely on Sun Wuming’s chest.
Sun Wuming’s brow furrowed as he rapidly retreated, but it was too late.
The speed of Tangyu’s punch had been far too fast and unexpected.
“Boom!”
Tangyu’s hefty punch landed directly on Sun Wuming’s chest, forcing him to stagger back several steps before he could steady himself, his chest throbbing painfully, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
The force behind Tangyu’s punch was truly extraordinary; had Sun Wuming not had a solid foundation, his ribs might have been fractured.
The sudden blow froze the atmosphere on the scene, and Sun Wuming’s thugs were dumbfounded.
They’d seen arrogance before, but never like this.
To strike at Sun Wuming under these circumstances was unheard of.
Sun Wuming’s complexion turned ugly; he had never anticipated Tangyu daring to strike first and overpower him.
Sun Wuming then realized that it was no accident Sun Wukong had suffered defeats at Tangyu’s hands—this man had audacious guts.
Still, now that Tangyu had crossed him, Sun Wuming was determined not to let him get off easily.
After repelling Sun Wuming with one blow, Tangyu didn’t pursue the attack; instead, he quickly moved to stand in front of Chang Baosheng and his group, signaling Chang Baosheng to inform him of the specifics.
Deng Li also became alert, preventing anyone from disturbing them.