Chapter 81: Beat You Up Every Time I See You!

The female Journalist’s question was quite toxic, even downright offensive. A poor answer could land him with a major political accusation.

Boss Pang looked displeased and was about to step in when Tang Chen gave him a look. Tang Chen then turned seriously to the Journalist. “Little Miss. This Young Master understands exactly what you mean. Playing word games with me? You’re too young for that! I’ll tell you, and everyone else: I don’t hate Korea. I just hate this piece of crap Huang Tao! Looks like a pile of dog poop and dares call himself Huang Tao? Geez, can’t you stop dragging down the market value of our country’s actual yellow peaches?!”

Pfft!

One Boss, about to sip tea to calm his nerves, suddenly spat it out upon hearing such a fierce comeback.

Holy cow! Young Master Tang’s tongue is poisonous! But damn, that was satisfying!

The female Journalist hadn’t expected her trap to be spotted so easily. Tang Chen’s words left her unable to argue back. She awkwardly chuckled and sat down.

“Watch your language!” Huang Tao’s Agent finally snapped again. He stormed up to Tang Chen, pointing a finger at his nose. “So you’re the boss of the Junyue Hotel? That gives you no right to insult our Tao! Our Tao is a current Asian superstar, with millions of fans! Watch your mouth, or we’ll mobilize his fanbase to expose you!”

“Ooh, I’m so scared!” Tang Chen scoffed, putting on an exaggerated look of fear that made everyone laugh.

“You… you’re utterly despicable!” The Agent was trembling with rage, losing his cool. “Tao is a national treasure! I’ll file a complaint against you at the Police Station! I’ll report your Hotel!”

“Screw you and your complaint!” Tang Chen yelled back, his face full of disdain. “National treasure? Stop letting this idiot disgrace our adorable panda bros! Screw your grandpa! I hate brainless people like you the most! Think you’re hot stuff just because you spent a few years studying in freaking Korea? Just because you can sing a bit, dance a bit, or shout some lame ‘go die’? You’re nothing but a boot-licking clown!”

Tang Chen’s sharp insults had the crowd buzzing again. Incredible! Truly, Young Master Tang. Absolutely awesome!

His harsh words left the Agent and Huang Tao utterly humiliated. Enraged, the Agent swung a punch at Tang Chen. Tang Chen swiftly dodged sideways. Then, something unexpected happened.

Tang Chen let out a howl, clutching his face, and snarled coldly, “Screw you! How dare you strike this Young Master? Do you want to die?!” With that, he kicked the Agent squarely in the groin, grabbed his hair, and threw him off the stage. “Chen Laosan! This bastard hit me! Beat him to death!” he yelled furiously, acting as if genuinely assaulted.

Third Master Chen inwardly admired Young Master Tang’s shamelessness while yelling perfectly in sync: “Brothers! Young Master Tang was attacked by this son-of-a-bitch! Get him!” He charged over and started kicking the Agent.

Third Master Chen’s men rushed in, fists and feet flying. Soon, the guy was beaten half-unconscious.

Everyone was left stunned, witnessing what true, peak shamelessness looked like. They’d seen people feigning injury for money, but never for a beating! Young Master Tang’s acting deserved an Oscar.

What was supposed to be a nice celebration had devolved into a one-sided beating. People were shocked yet found the absurdity hilarious. Young Master Tang’s outrageous way of handling things was truly unexpected.

“Quick, film this!” a Journalist yelled, trying to swing his camera. Tang Chen glared at him icily. “Dear Journalist friends, this is the Young Master’s personal family matter. If you dare snap even one picture, I swear I’ll find ten bulls to violate your backsides! Don’t try any of your usual tricks against me. Don’t dream that your ‘exposure’ can shut my Hotel down. In this world, money talks. Don’t force my hand.”

The Journalists exchanged uneasy glances. They didn’t think Tang Chen was joking. Bulls messing with their backsides? That was worse than death!

Boss Pang watched their terrified expressions with great satisfaction. Indeed, he thought, dealing with bastards requires a bigger bastard.

(Of course, that wasn’t implying Tang Chen was one. Hmm… well, he wasn’t exactly a good guy either…)

“Kachima!” Huang Tao screamed. Sounded like Korean. Tang Chen didn’t understand anyway.

Tang Chen walked over, annoyed. “What the hell are you yelling? ‘Kachima’? Spent a few years in Korea and forgot how to speak Chinese? People shouldn’t forget their roots to this extent!”

Tang Chen was referring to a real phenomenon. Like that female group, f(x), from Korea. Their leader, Victoria, is Chinese. But she actually said on a Korean variety show that she’d forgotten how to speak Chinese.

Victoria used to be Tang Chen’s teenage crush. He’d even… admired her bikini photos a few times. But hearing her remarks set him on fire.

Even if she was joking, Tang Chen couldn’t accept such words! If someone doesn’t know their roots, how are they different from animals? That’s why Huang Tao speaking Korean pissed him off so much.

Huang Tao spoke in broken Chinese: “You st-stop! If anything h-happens to my Agent brother… I s-sue you!”

“Sue me?” Tang Chen laughed coldly. Then, he slapped Huang Tao hard across the face. “Go sue then! Where? Back in Korea? Ask your stupid company, S.M. Entertainment, to sue me? Or sue me here?”

Tang Chen’s action shattered everyone’s perception yet again. They’d never seen anyone as bold as Young Master Tang!

Granted, Huang Tao deserved a smack. But he was a star. Was beating him like this really okay?

“You… you hit me! I’ll kill you! Yai xi!” Huang Tao was a proud young “idol,” after all. Getting slapped publicly was humiliating. He threw his glasses down and charged at Tang Chen like an angry, flailing woman.

“Everyone saw it! He attacked me first!” Tang Chen declared shamelessly. He twisted Huang Tao’s arm, threw rapid punches at his face and chest, then hoisted him up and executed a powerful takedown, slamming him onto the floor!

Thud!

“Aaaaaghhh!” Huang Tao, who claimed he wanted to promote Chinese martial arts, only knew some flashy stick tricks. The fall contorted his face in agony, stripping him of all dignity.

“Aaargh! I’ll mobilize my fans! They’ll destroy your reputation and shut your Hotel down!” Huang Tao foolishly screamed. It sounded utterly stupid.

Tang Chen grinned and kicked him in the shoulder. His smile vanished, replaced by icy contempt. “Once, three foolish little shrimps said the same things to me. Their endings? Well… you can imagine.” He slammed his foot hard onto Huang Tao’s face.

The bosses sucked in cold breaths, shocked by Tang Chen’s brutality. How much hatred fueled such a beating?

“Listen here,” Tang Chen stated coldly. “Milk makes the mother… Where you make your money is none of my business. But dare to act tough in front of this Young Master? You brought ruin upon yourself!”

Arrogant. Domineering. Wildly unbridled!

This was the aura Tang Chen projected. While it was his turf, no one imagined he’d show no restraint. He wanted to smash Huang Tao’s face completely!

Tang Chen’s foot pressed down on Huang Tao’s face. Huang Tao couldn’t fight back, couldn’t speak clearly. Utterly humiliated. Tang Chen deliberately pressed harder a few times. Finally, he lifted his foot. “Little punk. This Young Master warns you. Don’t ever appear in my sight again. Otherwise…” His voice turned deadly. “I’ll beat you up every time I see you!”