Chapter 22

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Ming was just as shocked that Liao San rolled away on the ground. His original intention was not for them to roll, but to leave. He did not expect Liao San to be so cautious and to adhere in strict accordance to his literal meaning. It was indeed beyond his expectations. However, he did not say much, but made a gesture and got into the car to leave.

“He is cool! Who is this man who made Liao San of the Aoba gang be in awe and reverent?”

The black Maybach left and Liao San and others had rolled to quite a distance away. The crowd finally exclaimed loudly and whispering between each other briefly before they dispersed. The scene was too shocking. They needed time to digest it.

“I took a shot of the luxury car of the mysterious ‘Young Master Ming’ just now. Let me send it to Weibo (Weibo is a Chinese microblogging website.) It is a pity that I was in too much shock just now that I forgot to capture the scene where Liao San and the rest knelt down to beg for mercy and roll away on the ground. It was such a pity.” A man not too far outside Herring Bar took out his cell phone in excitement and was about to share what he took just now on Weibo. He had yet to send them when two shadows approached him, a gun pointing at one side of his back. The person was scared stiff.

“Take out your wallet,” A cold voice said. “Oh, brother, I will give you all the money you want, don’t kill me…” The man quickly nodded and took out his wallet right away. One man took it, opened the wallet and took out his identification documents, taking a glance at it, reading out loud his name and address indifferently. He then returned the documents to the wallet and handed the wallet back to him, saying, “Chen Fugui? If word of this gets out, we will look for you.” “Okay, okay, I promise I won’t tell, I didn’t see anything, I don’t know anything.” Chen Fugui rambled on, slumping down on the floor as the two men left, drenched in sweat.

The same scene unfolded on other streets that were around Herring Bar.

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On the street next to Herring Bar, Liao San, Yao Jie and the rest rolled on the ground, feeling out of breath. A few of them climbed up from the ground when they confirmed that they were very far away from Herring bar. “Brother-in-law, who is this ‘Young Master Ming’?” A group of people squatted together panting hard, before Yao Jie spoke up full of doubts. “I… I don’t know.” Liao San shook his head.

“What?!” Yao Jie widened his eyes in surprise. The rest of the Aoba gang were in shock as well. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Liao San at the same time, shock evident in their eyes. They had been thinking of all possibilities of Ye Ming’s identity. They thought that he might be the son of an underworld big boss, or that he was the second generation of a high ranking army official or government official. They even suspected that he was the president’s illegitimate son. If Liao San told them that he was a deity, they would not be as shocked. But they never expected that he would give them such an answer. He had no idea. Since he had no idea of his identity, why did the group of them kneel down to him and beg him for mercy?

“Third Brother, didn’t you call him Young Master Ming?” Some people were still puzzled. They remembered hearing Liao San calling him as Young Master Ming. Why did he say that he had no idea who he was? “I only feel that the expression in his eyes resembled Young Master Ming. But I am not very sure whether it is him.” Liao San shook his head.

He was not certain who he was but he knelt down to him! The group was dumbfounded. They groaned weakly, feeling indignant.