Chapter 43

"Second Young Master, am I not the Second Young Master? Hahaha!"

The young man laughed heartily, rising from the hu bed, a type of seating similar to a folding stool, and took two steps forward with a smile.

Behind him, several burly men also stepped forward.

Although it was August and the weather had started to turn cooler, these burly men had their chests exposed, revealing a patch of dark chest hair. They crossed their arms, glared, and with fierce expressions, they laughed at Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen pretended to be frightened and took two steps back.

However, he noticed that the alley entrance was already blocked by a few ruffians, and the person who had brought him here had already run into the crowd, looking at Yang Shouwen with a mocking smile and occasionally letting out a sinister laugh.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"What do we want?" The young man flipped his hand, and a short knife appeared in his palm.

The gleaming short knife shimmered coldly in the sunlight. He smiled and said, "What do we want? What do you think we want?"

"You... you're not the Second Young Master Yang?"

"Hehe, of course I'm not the Second Young Master Yang, but you can consider me as the Second Young Master Yang."

"Who are you really? In broad daylight, in this clear world, you dare to do such things?"

"Since Grandpa is here, what is there to be afraid of?" The young man said, suddenly waving his hand. Two ruffians approached Yang Shouwen, placed their hands on his shoulders, and said coldly, "If you're smart, hand over your money."

Yang Shouwen suddenly straightened his back, and the fear on his face disappeared.

He glanced at the two ruffians beside him, then his gaze fell on the young man, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Second Young Master Yang just talks big, saying he has a deep friendship with you, but he's actually a fool, deceived by you."

"What did you say?"

Yang Shouwen sighed and said softly, "If I were you, I would stay at home obediently instead of causing trouble. You deceived Second Young Master before, and he didn't come after you, which was already a great favor. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful and dare to impersonate Second Young Master, committing crimes and causing trouble. Aren't you afraid of getting your father into trouble?"

The young man's face changed, and he stared at Yang Shouwen.

"Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you shouldn't be impersonating Second Young Master."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

The two ruffians didn't understand what was happening and tried to stop Yang Shouwen when they saw him move.

But in a flash, Yang Shouwen suddenly reached out and grabbed their wrists. With a snap, he heard two cracking sounds. The two ruffians screamed in pain as their wrists were twisted and broken by Yang Shouwen's grip, and they fell to the ground, crying out.

"Ge Er, if you want to get rich, you shouldn't use the Yang family's name as a stepping stone."

"You... are you that Yang Achizi?"

A name suddenly flashed in the young man's mind, and he blurted it out.

Yang Shouwen smiled and said, "Now you know who I am? Too late!"

Before the words were even out of his mouth, he had already rushed toward the young man.

After a brief moment of panic, the young man quickly calmed down and shouted, "Stop him."

Two burly men stepped in front of the young man, who hid behind them and shouted, "You go your way, and I'll go mine. Yang Achizi, we have no grudges, but since you've come here, don't blame me for turning you back into Yang Achizi... What are you all standing there for? Attack him! Otherwise, we'll all be in trouble."

The ruffians hesitated for a moment, then rushed forward.

Yang Shouwen sneered and raised his hand, performing a fierce tiger strike.

He wasn't as tall as the others, but his speed was fast, and his strength was astonishing.

In an instant, the burly man in front of him felt that it wasn't Yang Shouwen but a fierce tiger standing before him.

With a loud thud, the burly man was thrown back, spitting blood as he hit the ground.

With the enemy's numbers overwhelming, Yang Shouwen didn't want to tangle with them, so he used a lion's pounce, showing no mercy.

A nearly two-hundred-pound burly man was sent flying by his punch.

Before the others could react, Yang Shouwen stomped his foot and let out a tiger's roar.

Ignoring the punches and kicks coming at him, he twisted his body and launched himself like a cannonball, slamming into another burly man. With a crack, the man's ribs were broken. Without pausing, Yang Shouwen landed and immediately crouched, picking up the folding stool the young man had been sitting on. He swept his leg in a wide arc, spinning around and raising the stool above his head.

Smack!

The stool hit the burly man's chin, knocking out his teeth and filling his mouth with blood.

In the blink of an eye, three burly men were out of the fight. The ruffians who had rushed forward were stunned and stopped in their tracks.

"My father is the County Magistrate of Changping. Who dares to provoke me?"

Yang Shouwen shouted, glancing to the side and seeing the person who had lured him here trying to escape through the alley entrance. He took a few quick steps, and with a whoosh, the stool flew from his hand, hitting the person's back.

The force was so great that the person was knocked to the ground, screaming in pain but unable to move.

"Get lost!"

Yang Shouwen looked at the surrounding ruffians and noticed that the young man and another burly man had disappeared.

He sneered and suddenly shouted.

The ruffians, after a moment of hesitation, all shouted and scattered.

These guys, who usually bullied ordinary people, now dared not stay.

After all, they were just a bunch of bullies who picked on the weak and feared the strong.

Yang Shouwen was ruthless and the son of Yang Chenglie.

As long as these ruffians wanted to live in Changping, they wouldn't dare to be too bold.

Perhaps Yang Chenglie didn't like Yang Shouwen, but he was still his son. Provoking Yang Shouwen was provoking Yang Chenglie.

Moreover, there were three burly men lying on the ground.

Looking at their condition, it was clear that Yang Shouwen was also a ruthless person.

With strength, status, and a willingness to fight to the death... no ruffian dared to continue being arrogant.

Yang Shouwen didn't stop them, just coldly watched as they scattered.

As for the young man, he wasn't afraid!

Yang Shouwen already knew his background. Even if the monk could run, the temple couldn't. Your family's business is in Changping; where could you run?

With this thought, Yang Shouwen didn't even look at the three burly men and walked to the alley entrance.

"You, are you called Shiliu?"

"Please spare me, spare me... I'm called Ma Shiliu, the number sixteen, not Shiliu."

The person who had lured Yang Shouwen cried out, hugging his leg, "Young Master, I was forced... it was Ge Jiayun who ordered me. After my uncle left, I had no relatives in the city and had to follow Ge Jiayun to make a living. He told me to use the Second Young Master's name to lure people here, rob them, and give me a meal as a reward.

I really had no choice..."

"Your uncle?"

"My uncle is Ma Yaotzi, the fast-legged Ma Yaotzi who used to follow the County Magistrate."

Yang Shouwen had some vague memory of Ma Yaotzi.

He seemed to have been a servant of Yang Chenglie, and last year, he retired due to old age. Yang Rui had taken over his position.

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen grunted, grabbed Ma Shiliu by the collar, and walked out.

Ma Shiliu didn't dare to resist and obediently followed Yang Shouwen out of the alley, quickly reaching the entrance of the county office.

"Who are you?"

When Yang Shouwen arrived at the entrance of the county office, a middle-aged man was just coming out.

He looked older than Yang Chenglie, with a stern face, and stood on the steps, blocking Yang Shouwen.

"I'm looking for my father."

"Your father?"

The middle-aged man looked surprised, glanced at the bruised and swollen Ma Shiliu, and asked, "Aren't you Ma Shiliu, Ma Yaotzi's nephew?"

"Ah?"

Ma Shiliu was stunned, looking confused.

The middle-aged man said, "I'm Lu Yongcheng, the Chief Clerk of Changping.

What happened to you? Do you need me to help you?"

Lu Yongcheng? The Chief Clerk of Changping?

The same Lu Yongcheng from the Fan Yang Lu family who doesn't get along with the County Magistrate Wang He?

Yang Shouwen had never met Lu Yongcheng, and Lu Yongcheng had no memory of Yang Shouwen. It was no wonder, as Yang Shouwen had spent most of his life in Hu Valley, and Yang Chenglie rarely let him appear in public, so few people knew him.