Dimensional Strike, Angry Young Master Xu Jingfu Jingfu, the Whole Crowd Cheers

The middle-aged man’s roar echoed through the private room.

It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Young Master Xu, who had just been putting on the airs of a spoiled young heir—a rich second-generation playboy, cynical and utterly carefree—now did not even dare breathe too loudly. His legs had gone limp as noodles.

They trembled nonstop.

His head was buzzing. He had heard every word perfectly: the old man was going to whip him to death. This was no joke.

Given the old man’s temperament, he really would lay hands on him—the kind of beating meant to kill. It wasn’t as though he lacked sons. For all Young Master Xu knew, the moment he was beaten to death, some illegitimate son might pop up out of nowhere to take his place.

Such things were all too common in wealthy families. Put nicely, it was called not hanging yourself from a single tree. Put bluntly, it was casting a wide net.

They all liked to diversify their investments and spread out their risks.

Before you became truly independent, there was only one person in charge of the family: the family head.

If a family were compared to a constantly operating company, then the family head alone was the irreplaceable CEO—the founder and executor. Everyone else ran the risk of being dismissed and replaced at any time.

Only after becoming a true partner did one have the right to sit at the same table and speak as an equal. Before that, one had no such qualification.

Everything you possessed could be taken back with a single word from that person. In an instant... you could be left with nothing.

To fall from the heights straight into hell in a moment—how could that kind of gap not terrify someone?

That was also why rich second-generation heirs could never compare to self-made first-generation founders... one had their lifeline in someone else’s hands, while the other held it in their own. They were naturally a step beneath them.

Unfortunately, Young Master Xu was exactly that kind of rich second-generation heir. He had older brothers and sisters above him, younger brothers and sisters below him. The only advantage he had was being born early.

That was why he had been allotted quite a few good resources. Otherwise, how could he possibly be living such a comfortable life now?

Oh, and the circumstances described above were merely how the vast majority of top-tier families operated—and how their children survived.

Take it one step higher, into the realm of super-families, and things abruptly returned to simplicity. Everything became straightforward again, reverting to the atmosphere of a normal family. For example... the Three Great Families.

Whether it was the Dongfang family, the Du family, or the Tang family, none of them had an overly stern household atmosphere, nor was there any scheming and infighting.

Of course... the Dongfang and Du families had no choice. Each had only a single heir: the President and the Young Lady. They were treasured beyond measure, and anything they wanted was given to them.

The Tang family was a different case altogether. Their family tree was flourishing. Not obedient?

There were plenty of belts to go around. Their household rules were strict. And if someone refused to heed their mother’s earnest guidance... the Old Commander was also somewhat skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

“You little bastard, I fucking regret not shooting you onto the wall back then!”

“Have you lost your goddamn mind? Are you trying to get our whole family killed?”

“Fuck, I—! @#￥%...”

Young Master Xu: “...”

Well... but... uh... so what exactly was he being cursed out for?

Cold sweat covered Young Master Xu’s forehead. Scenes from his recent string of outrageous deeds began replaying through his mind like a flickering montage. After giving it some thought... they did not really seem any different from what he had done before.

All he did was chase girls, eat a little, drink a little, smoke a little… He hadn’t really done anything, had he?

The businesses under his name had all been handed over to trusted, capable people to manage. They might not achieve any new heights, but at the very least, they could keep things running well enough for him to coast through life without getting picked apart.

Once something reached a certain scale, an individual’s strength became insignificant—practically irrelevant. You could put a pig in charge, and it would still be fine.

The people below would handle everything themselves. Young Master Xu was in exactly that situation now; all he had to do was sit back and play the hands-off boss…

Could his father have found out that he had been playing the hands-off boss?

After thinking it over, that seemed to be the only suspicious thing. Maybe he would get chewed out for it… but surely not this badly, right? Vaguely, he thought he had also heard something about his mother.

Hmm… and there was also something involving him. Something to do with the “recruitment animation.”

Young Master Xu: “…”

He had not dared to say a word, simply waiting for his father to finish yelling before coming up with some excuse to muddle through it. After all, nothing had gone wrong with the company. At most, his father could turn a blind eye and let it slide.

He just could not understand why his father was so furious.

After quite a while, the middle-aged man’s voice finally stopped on the other end of the phone. It was not because he had finished scolding him, but because he did not dare waste any more time. Otherwise, the Du family would be coming over to raid the place.

“You worthless bastard! Where are you right now? Get your ass over here immediately and come with me somewhere. If you can’t get here within five minutes, you’re no longer my son. I never fathered a wretch like you!”

His tone was urgent, and the middle-aged man dared not delay. Sounds of doors opening and closing could be heard from the other end of the phone. It seemed he was hurrying there as well.

Young Master Xu: “???”

A location pin came through. Young Master Xu glanced at it. It was several kilometers away. Five minutes… He could just barely make it, but if he did not leave immediately, he would be too late.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The call ended. The atmosphere in the private room became frighteningly quiet. The minor celebrity sitting beside Young Master Xu, whom he had been holding in his arms, cautiously spoke up.

“Young Master Xu, are we still going to continue?”

Young Master Xu: “…”

“Continue your ass!”

Young Master Xu abandoned all pretense of maintaining his image and began cursing wildly. A sharp slap rang out, echoing through the private room. A red handprint appeared on the face of the minor celebrity, who had just been wearing a coquettish, ingratiating expression.

She had been struck hard, but she did not dare show even the slightest trace of anger or resentment. All that remained on her face was fear and timidity.

Forget a minor celebrity like her—even a second- or third-tier star would not dare do anything after receiving a slap like that. At most, they might slam the door and leave. But an actress of her stature did not even dare let a hint of displeasure show on her face.

With a single word, he could blacklist her and bring her acting career to a complete end. She would also have to pay exorbitant breach-of-contract penalties, followed by a chain reaction of consequences that would eventually push her past the kill threshold and finish her off completely.

Angry?

She did not dare be angry!

The minor celebrity was like that, and so was Young Master Xu as he hurried out in a panic…

It was nothing more than a game of big fish eating little fish.

Of course, if you’re the Chosen One of the current version—an invincible man like Ye Cheng—then everything said above is complete bullshit… because you’re the real daddy!

You’ve got nothing left. What exactly are you afraid of?

Go say that to my one-for-one trade!

Five minutes passed—not a second more, not a second less. Young Master Xu drove over and successfully met up with the middle-aged man he had spoken to on the phone earlier.

Click.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man who looked seventy to eighty percent like Young Master Xu stepped out. His face was dark with anger.

He walked over.

Smack! Smack!

Two vicious slaps landed across Xu’s face. Then the man kicked the key that had activated the recruitment animation. Young Master Xu’s expression changed, and he let out a miserable shriek before collapsing to the ground, howling in pain.

“You useless bastard! Just how the hell did you provoke someone from the Du family?”

As he spoke, his fury only grew. He followed up with several more kicks. The driver stood frozen nearby, not daring to say a word or try to intervene. It was the first time he had ever seen his master this enraged.

The Xu family was still a prominent clan in Dahai City.

They might not rank among the first-rate families, but they were considered middle-tier among the second-rate families. Their businesses were concentrated mainly in the entertainment industry, which was why Young Master Xu had previously been able to summon an obscure celebrity from the lower tiers of the industry.

Any actress under their banner who was even remotely attractive and caught his eye—was there one who wouldn’t come over and have a thorough “exchange of knowledge” with him?

Of course, by “exchange of knowledge,” we mean private tutoring…

No matter how beautiful or talented someone was, eating the same dish every day would eventually get boring. That was why he rotated through a different obscure celebrity every so often.

After all… the one thing this world never runs short of is people. Those women knew exactly why the other party wanted them there, but they were still willing to come and keep him company.

There’s a saying for this, isn’t there?

Oh, right: If you won’t do it, there are plenty of others who will. People who look down on those who take the crooked path only realize after they try walking it themselves that even the crooked path is packed with people—and that they might not even qualify to take it.

Those who understood were already “crying rivers.”

The boomerang had come back far too quickly. Earlier, Young Master Xu had slapped that lower-tier celebrity. Now he was getting the super-sized version in return!

“The Du family? What Du family…? I… I don’t know anything, Dad…”

Young Master Xu froze at those words, a gigantic question mark appearing over his head. Feeling the agony shooting through his body, he tried to explain through his pain, stammering as beads of sweat the size of beans formed on his forehead.

“Still trying to deny it? They called me directly!” Xu’s father ground his teeth, looking as though he wanted to eat his son alive. Bang, bang, bang—he delivered several more kicks to the wretch sprawled on the ground.

After beating him for quite a while, Xu’s father finally sensed that something was off.

Although the useless brat from their family was good for nothing, he wasn’t so blind as to offend someone without knowing better. They were a second-rate family; even when dealing with a first-rate family, they wouldn’t need to grovel and fawn.

At most, they simply had to keep a lower profile. Everyone in their circle knew one another, so they wouldn’t have the kind of plotline found in those “Crooked-Mouth Dragon King” stories.

You know—the sort where someone keeps deliberately provoking another person, only to put on a show of superiority and slap them in the face…

The only people they absolutely couldn’t afford to provoke were the members of the Big Three.

The Dongfang family was a colossal conglomerate and a rising power. They were terrifyingly formidable; offending them meant being crushed to death.

The Tang family, on the other hand, kept a low profile, but they were the sort of people whom everyone in the circle instinctively respected and feared. Whenever someone heard the surname Tang, they became noticeably more polite in their speech. As for whether it was that particular Tang family…

That didn’t matter.

It was always better to err on the side of caution.

As for the Du family… they were the one family no one dared—and no one could—provoke.

If you offended the Dongfang family, there was still room for negotiation. If you offended the Tang family, at least they followed proper legal channels. But if you offended the Du family… they would scatter your ashes to the wind—literally.

Who wouldn’t be afraid of that?

What terrified people wasn’t that they refused to reason with you. It was that they didn’t reason with you at all!

And that still wasn’t the most frightening part. The truly terrifying thing was that the major families were all connected. One small disturbance could affect the entire network, triggering a chain reaction of horrifying consequences.

The Xu family was currently a second-rate family. But after a while, that might no longer be the case…

They could be erased from existence entirely!

So they had to act quickly and get to the bottom of this. The worst-case scenario would be sacrificing that good-for-nothing son of his and letting the Du family vent their anger on him. That way, at least the entire family wouldn’t be dragged down with him.

Perhaps he had finally tired himself out from beating his son, or perhaps he simply didn’t dare waste any more time. Xu’s father panted heavily as he explained what had been said on the phone.

“Look at the mess you’ve been making out there every single day, you worthless bastard!”

“If you can’t control your lower half, then I’ll chop it off for you!”

“Your girlfriend… that filthy bitch. She used your name and invoked the reputation of our Xu family, and now she’s offended someone from the Du family!”

Even as he said it, Xu’s father felt utterly desperate. The Du family was terrifying as hell. He didn’t even dare go somewhere deserted, afraid that he might “accidentally” disappear from the face of the earth.

Then, the next day, the news would report that some chairman of some group had died in an accidental car crash or something…

Young Master Xu froze for a moment before suddenly realizing what had happened. He remembered the call he had received earlier—the one from Chen Qiao.

That… filthy bitch!!!

Young Master Xu’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he bit his lips until they bled.

“That filthy bitch!!!”

“I’m going to kill you!!!”

A few minutes later.

A black sedan stopped at the roadside. Xu’s father craned his neck and took a look. The area was packed with cars, all bearing the Du family’s insignia.

Xu’s father: “???”

His heart lurched, and his legs nearly gave out. Less than half a minute after the car stopped, people from the Du family had already walked over and surrounded it. After confirming the identities of the two men, they “politely” escorted them away.

Young Master Xu had to be carried. After all… that kick from Xu’s father—the one meant to end his bloodline—had been vicious. He had nearly passed out from it.

But his intense desire for revenge had driven him to hold on until now.

He… he had to get his revenge!!!

Fuck you, you filthy bitch! I’ll—#￥%……&@#￥%……

Thud, thud, thud…

The sound of footsteps gradually drew closer. Xu’s father and son were being brought over. Before they even reached their destination, they could already hear Chen Qiao shouting from a distance.

“Just wait! Once my boyfriend gets here, not a single one of you will get away!”

Young Master Xu: “…”

“Fuck you!”

Young Master Xu had been extremely weak, but when he heard Chen Qiao still dragging him into trouble at a time like this, he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He exploded with rage, forcing his body to tap into its last reserves of strength.

He lunged at Chen Qiao, who was still bragging away, and pinned her to the ground.

“Ah! Who are you? Let me tell you, do you know who my boyfriend is—Young Master Xu?”

Chen Qiao froze for a moment, then her anger turned into wild delight. Before she could finish speaking, a sharp slap came down and left her completely dazed.

“Smack, smack, smack—”

“Fuck your mother, you filthy bitch!!!”

Oh, right—Young Master Xu’s real name was Xu Jingfu.