Chapter 882: Just Here to See You One Last Time

Outside the bar.

“I’m leaving those two to you.”

Xu Shaochen pointed at Federer, who was nearly unconscious, along with Mike and Tony, and said to the three people.

“Don’t worry, Xu. We’re quite experienced handling these situations. They’re drunk as a skunk often enough.”

The three people quipped humorously, then helped Mike and Tony into the car and drove away.

Watching the car drive away, Xu Shaochen got into the car as well.

“Boss, are we going home now?”

Long Yi asked from the driver’s seat.

Xu Shaochen shook his head. “No rush. I’m still waiting for some friends.”

Long Yi nodded slightly without saying anything more. Xu Shaochen was the boss; he had the final say.

About half an hour later, Xu Shaochen finished smoking two cigars.

Finally, three drunken figures—Jones and his two men—staggered out holding onto each other.

“Let’s go. It’s time to pick up my friends.”

Xu Shaochen said, then stepped out of the car.

Long Yi and Long Er exchanged glances. Only now did they get the gist of it. These weren’t Xu Shaochen’s friends at all—they were clearly his enemies.

“Look… it’s, it’s that yellow-skinned monkey from China.”

Seeing Xu Shaochen, Jones and his companions showed no fear. Instead, they insulted him.

“Kid, are you… are you bringing us more drinks?”

Jones sneered as he spoke, and the two men beside him burst out laughing.

“I’m just here to see how you look standing. After today, you won’t have another chance.”

Xu Shaochen replied with a serious look. His eyes were ice-cold as if he were staring at three ants.

“Hahaha! Is he mad? What is he even talking about? I can’t understand a word he’s saying!”

Jones, laughing as if he’d just heard a joke, turned to his two friends.

“Jones, we… we don’t get it either. He’s probably still… dreaming. Not making any sense.”

The two behind him spoke haltingly, continuing to chat as if Xu Shaochen didn’t even exist.

“It’s fine if you don’t understand. You’ll know soon enough.”

Xu Shaochen chuckled lightly, then turned to Long Yi and Long Er. “Break a leg each. Make sure the bones are shattered.”

“Did… did he just say he’s going to break our legs? He’s completely lost it.”

Jones scoffed, pointing a finger at Xu Shaochen’s chest in disdain. “You filthy Chinese mutt… Do you even know who I am? I’m standing right here. Do you… do you dare to hit me?”

After speaking, he spread his arms wide, giving Xu Shaochen a mock-provocative look.

His two companions, noticing this, immediately followed suit, mimicking his stance.

“Come on, kid… weren’t you going to break our legs? Do it then, you coward! Hahaha…”

“This little Chinese piece of trash is probably drunk and babbling nonsense.”

The three men were pushing their luck in creative new ways.

“Well then, enjoy the rest of your lives in a wheelchair.”

Xu Shaochen smiled faintly, leaving that as his parting line before turning back to the car.

He hadn’t retaliated in the bar because he didn’t want to waste time trading insults with them, nor did he want to ruin the mood of the night.

Gloating over them was pointless. He preferred a more straightforward and effective method to show them the consequences of running their mouths.

“Aaaah!”

A few minutes later, three agonized screams pierced the air.

But they were quickly drowned out by the background noise, stirring barely a ripple.

Long Yi and Long Er glanced down coldly at the three sprawled men on the ground, snorting disdainfully before walking away in no rush.

“Vroom…”

Soon, the car sped off as the engine roared to life.

“Aaaah! My leg! My leg! Damn that yellow-skinned monkey! I… I won’t let him get away with this!”

The trio writhed on the ground, their faces pale, cold sweat drenching their foreheads.

No matter what, Jones hadn’t expected Xu Shaochen to actually go through with breaking his leg. Was this really the same cowardly guy from the bar earlier?

He was ruined. Truly ruined.

Jones’s eyes were filled with hatred and fury, etched deeply into his bones.

He swore revenge. He had to get revenge. That damned Chinese dog would pay in blood for what he’d done!

…………

“11:50 p.m. You’re pretty punctual after all.”

Jenny said to Xu Shaochen.

“I told you I’d be back by midnight. I wasn’t lying, was I?”

Xu Shaochen replied. If not for those three idiots, he would’ve been back even sooner.

“Fine, you won one argument. But you’ve lost something else.”

Jenny shrugged.

Xu Shaochen was puzzled. “Lost what?”

“A chance to win my favor. Don’t you know not to argue with women?”

Jenny got up and walked slowly toward Xu Shaochen, lifting his chin with a delicate finger.

“Where’s Weiwei and the others?”

Xu Shaochen didn’t buy her flirty act at all. Like he believed for a second she actually liked him.

If he’d come back earlier, she probably wouldn’t even be saying this.

“They just got back. They’re taking a bath.” Jenny added, “All three of them.”

“Why don’t we take a bath together then?”

Xu Shaochen looked at her and asked.

“Sure.”

Jenny smiled sweetly and nodded.

“Really?”

Xu Shaochen’s eyes lit up. He had just been joking, but it seemed like there might actually be a surprise.

Ten minutes later, Xu Shaochen stood stark naked in the bathroom, staring at the door that had been locked from the outside. He felt like crying.

“You stay in there and think about your naughty thoughts. Once you’ve washed those out, I’ll let you out.”

Hearing Jenny’s teasing voice from outside, Xu Shaochen muttered to himself, ‘I’m screwed.’

If that were the case, he might never make it out.

…………

At the hospital.

“Father, you must avenge me! I want that Chinese scum cut into a hundred pieces and fed to the dogs!”

Jones howled hysterically from his hospital bed, his eyes blood-red with seething rage, and his hands almost tore the bedsheets apart.

He had just received confirmation from the doctor: his right leg was completely ruined. There was no hope of recovery.

The last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered, his hatred and fury toward Xu Shaochen reaching their peak.

“I’ll make him pay for this. A lowly Chinese—who gave him the gall to hurt my son? It’s a death wish!”

Jones’s father stood by the bed, his expression dark enough to drip water, grinding his teeth as veins bulged on his clenched fists.

His rage wasn’t just because his son had lost a leg.

It was also because the culprit was Chinese. He’d always looked down on the Chinese people.

He swore to hunt down the one responsible and crush every bone in his body.