Editor:Â Dragon Boat Translation
The thug who was pushed down held his arm with a painful expression.
However, being pushed down in front of everyone made him even angrier.
The anger in his heart made him lose his mind. After he stood up, he shouted at Wolfgang. âWho the f*ck are you? How dare you be so arrogant.â
Wolfgangâs expression turned ugly.
There was someone in Fog City who didnât know him.
âYouâ¦â He felt a little angry for no reason, and his eyes turned cold. âDo you want to die?â
The hooligan was instantly frightened, and his legs could not help but go weak.
Wolfgangâs aura was too overbearing. The hooligan had only seen this kind of overbearing aura from his boss, but it was stronger than his bossâs.
The hooligan realized that he might have met someone he could not afford to offend. He stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do for a moment. Should he continue to cause trouble or admit defeat in time?
âOh, isnât this Young Master Wolfgang? Itâs an honor to meet you.â
The gang leader smiled obsequiously. He rubbed his hands and walked toward Wolfgang. The sweat on his palms revealed that he was extremely restless. Who was Wolfgang?
The young master of the Earlâs family was an existence that all the rich second-generation heirs of Fog City feared.
To a street thug like him, he was an unreachable figure.
The gang leader understood that a person like him, who had no money or power, could still show off among the commoners for a while, but in the eyes of the young masters of Fog City, he was just a dog that barked loudly.
If those young masters of Fog City wanted to get rid of a hooligan like him, it would be as easy as cleaning up the trash on the streets.
âBossâ¦â
The hooligan wanted to say something, but he was scolded by his boss.
âGet lost. How could I have such a blind subordinate like you? Donât you know who he is?â
The hooligan was stunned and stood rooted to the ground like a log.
He had just entered this industry and had not yet figured out some of the rules.
âThis is Young Master Wolfgang, the second-generation heir to the top of Fog City, the most outstanding youth in Fog City. Is a big shot like him a bug like you can be rude at?â
The hooligan was dumbfounded.
He had heard of Wolfgangâs name before. He was not someone to be trifled with.
Did he actually provoke him?!
âYoung Master Wolfgang, what brings you here? If I had known in advance, I would have treated you well.â
âHumph!â
Wolfgangâs face was cold, and he treated the gang leaderâs enthusiasm as air.
The scene instantly turned cold. These hooligans were trembling. No matter how hot the atmosphere in the bar was, they did not feel any heat.
Among Wolfgangâs group, a few nosy second-generation heirs laughed unkindly. They looked at the hooligans like they were bugs under their feet, and they could kill them with a slight stomp.
In Fog City, rich and powerful people were just so powerful. Few people dared to challenge their dignity.
Wolfgang didnât want to talk to these low-level people, but there was a woman he cared about on the scene today. He didnât want to appear too cruel. It wouldnât be good if he left a bad impression on the woman.
âYou! Who are you?â
Wolfgang asked the gang leader.
The gang leader was keenly aware that Wolfgang didnât want to cause trouble. He immediately replied,
âYoung Master Wolfgang, my name is David. Iâm the new local boss in this area. Weâre very sorry for offending you just now.â
âGot it. Itâs none of your business now. Get lost.â
Wolfgang waved his hand in annoyance, his eyes filled with disdain.
âYouâre a man, yet you brought your men to bully a woman. How embarrassing.â
David and his men left in a hurry. They were walking at a speed that was almost as fast as running. From afar, they looked like they were fleeing.
The surrounding customers immediately gave him a thumbs-up.
âThatâs great. Those hooligans have finally escaped.â
âHaha, look at how theyâre running. Itâs as if their butts are on fire.â
âYoung Master Wolfgang, this is a great deed!â
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Wolfgang looked pleased.
Needless to say, the feeling of being a hero and being worshipped by everyone was not bad.
Even Wolfgang, who was used to listening to flattery, felt refreshed.
âAre you alright?â
Wolfgang looked at Sophie and walked to her side, acting concerned.
âThank you for saving me, Young Master Wolfgang. If thereâs a chance in the future, Iâll repay you.â
Sophie immediately thanked him politely.
She made a proper bow to Wolfgang. As expected of a senior student, her every move was full of upbringing.
Wolfgangâs heart was a little broken. No way, how could this be? He appreciated Sophieâs gratitude, but this was not what he wanted.
Wasnât the ending of a hero saving a beauty a beautyâs body? Were fairy tales all lies, or was he not handsome enough?
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