Chapter 2005
The young manâs voice grew increasingly uncertain.
âBut⊠but we were in the right. That guy spilled tea all over Sixth Brother first. How could weââ
The older youth said, âYouâre something. Donât you ever use your brain? Think about why your family told you never to mess with people like them. Do you think theyâre the type to reason with you? None of those three are reasonable people.â
The teenager was indignant. âWhy the hell not? How is that fair?â
The older youth replied flatly, âThatâs just the way it is. What can you do about it?â
âI⊠IâŠâ The teen was at a loss. This was just absurd.
The older youth shook his head. âYou donât even have the most basic information. Once you find out what Dong Xuebing has done, youâll realize how ridiculous everything you just said was.â
There was a difference in levels.
The teenager had never even heard of Dong Xuebing, so he didnât understand the manâs power, didnât know how to be afraid. Thatâs why he had the guts to talk big about beating up Dong Xuebingâs colleague.
But those like the older youth and Chen Familyâs Sixth Young Master knew exactly what kind of person Dong Xuebing was. And to be honest, they wouldnât dare cross him.
Even among the children of noble families, there were levels.
Even within families like the Fang, Xie, or Chen clansâor others on the same tier within the Republicâthere were internal hierarchies.
The eldest sons versus the youngest? Not the same status.
Direct descendants versus extended relatives? Not the same weight.
It was the way of the world.
Fang Shuiling was merely a third-generation daughter of the Fang family.
Chen Familyâs Sixth Young Master was the youngest son of the third generation.
And sons and daughters werenât treated equally either, so he dared, under certain circumstances, to ignore Fang Shuilingâs face.
But what about Fang Wenping?
What about Xie Huilan?
Fang Wenping was a senior figure in the Fang family, a whole generation above them, and she held the position of provincial-level deputy governor.
Xie Huilan was the eldest daughter of the Xie family, the only child of the Beijing City party secretary, and herself a City party secretary in another city.
Neither Fang Wenping nor Xie Huilan were people Chen Familyâs Sixth Young Master would ever dare provokeânot in family, not in politics, and certainly not with their temperaments. Compared to them, Fang Shuiling didnât weigh the same.
As for Dong Xuebing?
Sure, his official title as a county-level party secretary might not sound impressive.
But what made even people like Chenâs Sixth Young Master back off was Dong Xuebingâs temperament.
Yes, these kids were all from influential families. Fighting teachers, bullying classmatesânone of it was new.
Theyâd even brawled with other second-gen elites. But it was all schoolyard stuffâgames to show off their âstrength.â
But Dong Xuebing?
He didnât play games.
That man once stormed the cityâs National Security Bureau compound, dragged a bureau leader out by the hair, and beat him bloody in the courtyardâin front of everyone.
And no one dared say a word.
Someone even pointed a gun at himâhe didnât even blink.
What kind of guts did that take?
What kind of brute force?
What kind of madman?
Compared to the childish fights Chenâs Sixth Young Master got into, it wasnât even in the same league.
So, when Fang Shuiling uttered âDong Xuebing,â and it became clear that the man was sending someone on official business to the capital, Chenâs Sixth Young Masterâs mind raced.
He wasnât like that clueless teenager.
He was smart.
He thought things through.
He wasnât the kind to charge in blindly without assessing the risks. That kind of reckless insanity? That was Dong Xuebing. Not him.
And Chenâs Sixth Young Master had enough self-awareness to know that.
He wasnât afraid of teachers.
He wasnât afraid of his classmates.
He wasnât afraid of most second-gen elites, because those threats were manageable.
He could always rely on family to smooth things over.
As long as the consequences were predictable and controllable, he dared to act.
But Dong Xuebing?
He honestly didnât dare.
He didnât even dare touch Dongâs subordinate.
Because he knewâif Dong Xuebing ever flew into a rage, he wouldnât stop to consider the pros and cons.
He was the kind of guy whoâd do anything.
A lunatic.
A thug.
A scoundrel.
That was Dong Xuebing.
If Chenâs Sixth Young Master had laid a finger on Xu Zhuang, he couldnât be sure Dong wouldnât storm into his familyâs home and beat him to a pulp. And if Dong Xuebing did do that, there wasnât a single bodyguard in the Chen residence who could stop him.
Everyone in Beijingâs elite circles knew Dong Xuebingâs combat strength was terrifying.
That kind of scummy, low-down behavior?
Others might hold back.
But Dong Xuebing absolutely would not.
So in the end, Chenâs Sixth Young Master held back.
He didnât touch Xu Zhuang.
He just said, âIâll give Brother Dong some face,â and walked away.
Just those three wordsâDong Xuebingâs nameâwere enough for him to yield.
Willingly?
No.
He was pissed off inside.
But what could he do?
Some people you can push around.
Some people need to calculate risk before acting.
And some peopleâyou never mess with.
Chenâs Sixth Young Master knew very clearly which was which.
And not just himâeven his eldest brother, the familyâs next leader, would think twice before crossing someone like Dong Xuebing.
Because conflict with Dong meant endless, unmanageable trouble.
In elite political families, the scariest enemies werenât the ones with power. Everyone had power.
The scariest were the unreasonable onesâlike Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping.
They had power. They had rank.
But more than that, they had that crazy, fearless streak.
Sometimes, even if it meant losing their jobs, theyâd still do what they felt was right.
Thatâs what made them terrifying.
Dong Xuebing had survived plane crashes.
Had dared to storm the cityâs National Security alone.
Had broken into a military compound to rescue someone.
Could take on over a hundred men by himself like it was nothing.
These werenât rumors.
These were legends about Dong Xuebing.
Only that clueless teenager, who never left his house, didnât know any of this.
Everyone else?
Everyone else knew.
And thatâs why Chenâs Sixth Young Master made the safest, smartest choice he could.
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