"Nanling King Yang Ce has arrived, clear the way for those who are not involved."
Yang Ce and A Xiu entered the Nanling Mobile City and immediately noticed the mobile phone store surrounded by hundreds of people.
Eight subordinates from the White Horse Club stepped forward to clear a path.
Upon hearing that Yang Ce had arrived, the onlookers' faces turned pale with fright, and they quickly moved aside, leaving a path in the middle.
What a joke, this was Yang Ce, the notorious King of Nanling, ruthless and bloodthirsty.
To obstruct Yang Ce was to court death.
However, as they made way, everyone was shocked, wondering if the person the yellow-haired youth had called was Yang Ce.
Thinking about how the youth had called the person on the other end of the phone "Dad" earlier, everyone was even more stunned.
These people were all locals of Nanling and had never heard of Yang Ce having a son.
In the eyes of the public, Yang Ce was successful in his career but was a loner. How could he suddenly have a son?
However, these people had no way of knowing about the affairs of these powerful figures.
After all, nowadays, many people have children without being married.
It was like a certain celebrity in Hong Kong, who suddenly had a third child after getting divorced. This was also a mystery to outsiders.
"Dad... you're here?"
As the crowd parted, Yang Ce, pushed by A Xiu in a wheelchair, strode directly towards the yellow-haired youth.
The yellow-haired youth looked at Yang Ce, his face filled with excitement, and shouted.
This one word, "Dad," basically confirmed that the yellow-haired youth was Yang Ce's son.
"What happened to you? How did you get beaten like this?"
Although the yellow-haired youth had wiped the blood from his mouth, because he was wearing a white T-shirt, the blood he had coughed up earlier had stained the white shirt, and the marks were still there.
Seeing the large patches of blood on the yellow-haired youth's clothes, Yang Ce frowned, his voice filled with anger.
That's right, the person in front of him was Yang Ce's son, the one who was impersonated by Shen Lang as Yang Junlin.
Yang Ce had many enemies, and to protect his son, he had sent Yang Junlin abroad from a young age and only recently brought him back.
Yang Ce's son was born to his first love, who died of severe bleeding after giving birth.
Later, Yang Ce was hit in the groin by a stray bullet during a fight with an enemy, losing his fertility.
Therefore, this son was Yang Ce's only son in his life, and he cherished him more than his own life.
Seeing his precious son beaten like this, how could Yang Ce not be enraged? He was filled with murderous intent.
"Junlin, who beat you? Tell me, I will kill him."
In his fury, Yang Ce shouted at Yang Junlin.
"Dad, it's this brat. I just had a verbal altercation with him, and then he attacked me."
While saying this, Yang Junlin endured the severe pain and pointed at Shen Lang, who was sitting beside him.
As he said this, Yang Junlin felt very proud because he knew the status of his father, Yang Ce, in Nanling. Killing a nameless youth like Shen Lang would be as easy as crushing an ant.
"What?"
Upon hearing Yang Junlin's words, Yang Ce turned his angry gaze towards the culprit. He swore that he would tear the culprit to pieces and throw them into the Ming River of Nanling to feed the crocodiles.
However, when Yang Ce saw the culprit, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his pupils dilated.
"Shen... Brother Shen... Why is it you?"
Yang Ce never expected that the person who had clashed with his son, Yang Junlin, would be Shen Lang. He was so scared that sweat poured down his face, and he was terrified and extremely nervous.
"Yo, isn't this Brother Ce?"
Shen Lang had noticed Yang Ce when he entered the room, but Yang Ce's attention was entirely on his son, and he hadn't paid any attention to Shen Lang.
Looking at Yang Ce, Shen Lang said with a playful smile, "Brother Ce, how are you planning to tear the culprit to pieces and throw him into the Ming River to feed the crocodiles?"
"I..."
Yang Ce hadn't expected Shen Lang to be the one who beat his son. His face turned ashen, then pale. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.
"Brother Ce, this must be your son, Yang Junlin, right? My apologies, I didn't recognize him."
Yang Ce stood up from his chair and said, "If I had known it was your son, I would have given you face. Unfortunately, I didn't know before. However, this brat is too arrogant. I'll discipline him for you, so he'll learn a lesson."
Shen Lang patted Yang Ce on the shoulder and said, "Arrogance requires strength. Without strength, arrogance will only bring about your own destruction. I didn't go all out; his injuries will heal quickly."
"I know Brother Shen's character. Although you are ruthless, you are not someone who intentionally seeks trouble. This unfilial son must have been causing trouble."
Yang Ce looked at Shen Lang, his anger largely subsided, and said, "I should thank Brother Shen for showing mercy and not taking this unfilial son's life."
Yang Ce knew Shen Lang's style. He wouldn't act unless he did, and when he did, he would injure or even kill people. Yang Junlin's current condition was a result of Shen Lang's benevolence.
"Brother Ce, you're too kind."
Shen Lang reached into his pocket, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and handed it to Yang Ce, saying, "His injuries are not severe. After taking this pill, he will recover quickly."
If it were someone else, Shen Lang would not have given face. But for Brother Ce, he had to give this face.
After all, Brother Ce had given him eighty percent of the shares of White Horse Club, which was worth billions.
"Haha, thank you, Brother Shen."
Yang Ce took the pill from Shen Lang and said with a smile, "Fortunately, this unfilial son met you, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Saying this, Yang Ce suddenly had a profound thought and became very emotional. He said, "Brother Shen, considering that I gave you eighty percent of the shares of White Horse Club, I have an unreasonable request. I wonder if you could grant it."
"Brother Ce, please speak."
Hearing Yang Ce's words, Shen Lang smiled and said.
"It's like this. This brat learned a lot of bad habits abroad. After returning to the country, he doesn't do anything serious and just causes trouble. I'm worried that this brat will cause big problems in the future. At best, he'll be crippled, and at worst, he'll lose his life. So, I would like to trouble you to discipline this brat."
Yang Ce was not a soft-hearted person. On the contrary, he was ruthless and a killer.
But no matter how ruthless or how many people one had killed, everyone had a weakness. Yang Ce's weakness was his own son.
He had also thought about disciplining Yang Junlin sternly, but he always failed to do so.
"Discipline your son for me?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang chuckled and said, "Brother Ce, my methods are more severe than you can imagine. If you let me discipline him, I guarantee it will be effective, but he will suffer not hardship, but torment."
"Let him suffer torment, then. It's better than causing trouble every day and losing his life in the end."
Yang Ce said.
"Alright, then it's settled."
Shen Lang smiled, turned to look at Yang Junlin, pulled out a copy of the "Huangdi Neijing" from his pocket, and threw it in front of Yang Junlin. "I'll give you one day to dye that disgusting yellow hair of yours black, take off your earrings and nose ring, and then give you three days to memorize the 'Huangdi Neijing' by heart. If you fail, I'll break one of your legs."