This fat guy just won't admit it

Su Yang listened attentively throughout, and after Meng Wenzhou finished speaking, he gave an "ok" gesture.

"Got it."

Meng Wenzhou chuckled. "Honestly, I wasn’t planning to drag this out with him back then. I just treated the big guy and the person next to him as a normal sparring match."

"After all, we live in a civilized society now. I didn’t want to blow this small issue out of proportion. Ever since I met you, I’ve become way more laid-back. But Deng Hao has been smearing me online these past couple of days. I’m sure Liu Bo already told you about it."

"A little back-and-forth offline is whatever, but now he’s making such a fuss that several of my friends have been calling to ask what’s going on. I’ve had to spend the last two days explaining things to people."

Meng Wenzhou paused, then looked at Su Yang and continued, "So tonight, I called him out to settle this once and for all. If we can clear things up, great—no more crossing paths, and no more spreading rumors about me."

"But if we can’t, then I won’t mind playing his game properly."

After Meng Wenzhou finished, Su Yang said, "Understood. What’s Deng Hao’s family background in Shanghai?"

Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment. "I’m not entirely sure now, but I heard his dad made a fortune in tourism over the last two years."

Su Yang nodded. "Alright, it makes sense for someone like him to have a skilled fighter by his side. What time did you agree to meet?"

Meng Wenzhou glanced at his Patek Philippe watch. "10 o’clock. He should be on his way now."

"Fine, let’s wait for them then." Su Yang said casually before picking up another piece of fruit to eat.

Liu Bo, seeing this, grinned. "Yang-ge, if things don’t go smoothly later and we end up throwing hands..."

"I’ll have to warn them in advance—if they get crippled, don’t blame me~"

"Hahaha, good! With you here, Yang-ge, I’m completely at ease. After all, you’re the guy who can go toe-to-toe with a bear."

Hearing this, Meng Wenzhou tilted his head and smirked. "You guys actually ran into a bear that time?"

"Hey, Meng-ge, why don’t you believe it? Running into a bear in that kind of primeval forest is totally normal!"

"Alright, but did Lao Su really fight a bear one-on-one?"

"Yeah! At first, Yang-ge was trying to lure it away, so he fought while retreating. But that bear had no honor—it suddenly turned and charged at us. In the end, Yang-ge and I teamed up and drove it off!"

Liu Bo sounded almost heroic as he recounted the story.

Meng Wenzhou turned to him with a grin. "Fine, I believe you. Lao Su wouldn’t make up something like that. But if you teamed up with him to fight off a bear, how come you couldn’t handle some punk by Deng Hao’s side?"

At this, Liu Bo’s confident expression instantly deflated. "Meng-ge, why’d you have to bring that up? That kid might look dumb, but he’s got some real skills."

"Especially his agility—I couldn’t even grab him. Usually, agile guys aren’t that strong, but this guy hits like a damn wild bull."

Liu Bo sighed. "Of course, part of why I lost is that I haven’t fought in ages and barely train anymore. Otherwise, hmph! I could’ve handled him with one hand!"

Meng Wenzhou looked at Su Yang and laughed. "Hahaha, Lao Su, this guy’s all talk."

Su Yang joined in the laughter. "Then you better start training again—get back to your prime!"

"It’s just that life’s too comfortable now, and I’ve gotten lazy. Plus, it’s not like we’re at war or living in some rough-and-tumble society where fists fly all the time. What’s the point of training?"

Su Yang winked at Liu Bo. "You never know. What if one day, skilled fighters start popping up everywhere? By then, it’ll be too late to train."

Liu Bo laughed. "Don’t scare me, Yang-ge, haha! But yeah, I’ll pick it up again when I have time."

"By the way, where’s Ziming? Didn’t you guys invite him?" Su Yang suddenly remembered that Zhang Ziming should’ve been here too.

Liu Bo sighed. "That guy ran off to Shanghai with his girlfriend again."

"Oh? Visiting his father-in-law?"

"Not his father-in-law—Yi Xue’s grandfather’s place," Meng Wenzhou added.

Su Yang thought for a moment. "Sounds like they might be getting married soon?"

"Who knows? But do you really think Ziming would settle down this young?"

"Fair point."

"What about Ji Bole?"

"Ji Bo? I didn’t tell him. Even though we’re cool, this isn’t that big of a deal. Besides, all he knows is eating, drinking, and having fun—no use bringing him along."

"Alright."

After chatting for a while, at 9:50, a knock sounded at the private room’s door.

The three exchanged glances and nodded. Liu Bo turned toward the entrance and called out, "Come in!"

Click.

The black door slowly opened. Su Yang, lounging on the sofa, fixed his gaze on the newcomers.

A server ushered in three young people—two men and a woman.

One of the men stood around 175 cm, neither fat nor thin, with slightly curly black hair streaked with green highlights.

He had thick eyebrows, mismatched eyes, a broad nose, and slightly thick lips. His face looked like it had been lightly made up.

His appearance was average, bordering on unattractive. He wore a loose, gray-black Balenciaga T-shirt, a flashy Richard Mille watch, and several glittering diamond rings. His outfit was completed by ripped jeans and white-green Trainer sneakers.

Overall, his style was trendy, but it clashed with his vibe.

This was none other than Deng Hao, the guy Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo had been talking about.

The other guy beside Deng Hao was instantly recognizable to Su Yang—Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo’s description of him as "dull-witted" was spot-on.

He was also around 175 cm, lean, with short black hair and slightly sallow skin. His face was long, his features unremarkable—big but lifeless eyes, a flat nose, and pale lips.

He dressed plainly: a plain white T-shirt, black pants, and a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes that most young people wouldn’t be caught dead wearing.

After quickly sizing up the two men, Su Yang turned his attention to the young woman on Deng Hao’s other side.

Her looks were above average—maybe a 7.5 to 8 out of 10. She had a heart-shaped face, delicate features, and short bangs.

She wore a purple crop top and black denim hot pants, standing around 165 cm tall.

Su Yang lost interest after a single glance—mostly because she radiated arrogance. From the moment she entered, she stood with her arms crossed and a permanent scowl.

As the server led Deng Hao’s group toward them, Deng Hao waved at Meng Wenzhou with a grin.

"Hello, Young Master Meng~ Long time no see! Oh, and who’s this?"

He turned his gaze to Su Yang, who sat beside Meng Wenzhou.

Meng Wenzhou smiled faintly. "My friends, have a seat first."

"Sure thing~" Deng Hao replied with a grin before sitting down across from the trio.

The two men beside him followed suit.

"So, what's the deal? Did Young Master Meng invite us out tonight to treat us to some fun here?"

"Absolutely." Meng Wenzhou glanced up and waved at the server standing behind Deng Hao and his companions.

Noticing the gesture, the server promptly turned and left.

Once the server was gone, Meng Wenzhou pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and spoke slowly. "Treating you to drinks or entertainment is no problem, but before that, we need to settle something."

"Go ahead~" Deng Hao drawled with a lazy smirk.

Meng Wenzhou fixed his gaze on Deng Hao and enunciated each word deliberately. "What’s the meaning of you smearing my name all over the internet these past two days?"

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