Chapter 90: If You Don’t Sue Me, Young Master Will Make Your Life Hell!

All the people present were big bosses; anyone who could attend this kind of auction had assets worth hundreds of millions. But someone bidding ten billion just like that… well, they had lived thirty or forty years and never seen anything like this.

Tang Chen’s bid completely stunned these so-called big bosses. Even the auctioneer girl froze stupidly in place.

Tang Chen scanned the crowd, then set his sights on the old woman. He sneered coldly, “Old Bitch, are you still daring to compete?”

The old woman almost spat blood right then and there. She had thought Junyue would compete in increments of hundreds of millions, and she was prepared for this tough fight. But the opposing side had directly shouted out ten billion!

Damn it, how was she supposed to top that? This wasn’t one hundred bucks or even a million! The zeros behind that single digit “one” were enough to twist her face into a zigzag…

“Hmph, poor trash, dare to compete with Young Master?” Tang Chen scoffed contemptuously. Challenging Young Master in terms of wealth—wasn’t that seeking death?

“Hey, girl, if no one else bids, this plot of land should belong to Young Master, right?” Tang Chen grumbled impatiently at the auctioneer girl staring at him. Look at you, so damn ugly, still staring at Young Master. Isn’t that asking for a beating?

“Ah. Sir, may I ask who you represent?” The auctioneer girl blinked in confusion. She remembered the boss of Junyue was Boss Pang. How had it become this ridiculously young guy?

Boss Pang knew it was his turn to step in. He quickly stood up proudly. “This gentleman is the new boss of our Junyue. Young Master Tang is the one who spent Five Billion to buy Junyue.”

His words caused another wave of shock. Holy crap, this absurdly young guy was the one who bought Junyue for such a price? If that was true, him bidding ten billion was nothing special. For a super tycoon like this, money was probably just a number.

“Ah, I see! Well then, any other bids? Going once? If no one else bids, this plot of land will be sold to Junyue for ten billion!”

The auctioneer’s words stung the audience. Come on! Who could compete after someone else bid ten billion? Did they think money just blew in with the wind?

“Wait!” The old woman suddenly called out. Everyone immediately looked at her. Did President Sun actually have the funds to compete with Junyue?

Tang Chen was also surprised and said with interest, “Oh? Old Bitch, are you raising the bid? Fine. Shows you’ve got some backbone. Young Master will play with you. This time, let’s add one billion per raise.”

The bosses felt their worldview shatter. Adding one billion so casually? Holy hell! That was one billion! If you’re that rich, why the hell are you even still on Earth?

The old woman’s expression darkened. She couldn’t cough up one billion. She yelled sharply, “You pay first! All you do is spout ‘one billion’! Who knows if you even have it? Who knows if you’re just bluffing?”

Tang Chen chuckled mockingly, squinted at her disdainfully, and said, “Are you stupid? This is a legal auction house. If Young Master dares to call this price, Young Master actually has the money! Or do you think Young Master is a brainless idiot like you, who bluffs and thinks they can just waltz out afterward? You pitiful old bitch. Face it, you can’t afford it. You poor loser.”

Hearing this, the bosses nodded. Yeah, that made sense. This was a formal auction, not children playing house. If he actually had no money, he’d face legal repercussions.

“You call me poor? I am the owner of Rice Blossom Hotel, worth several billion!” The old woman cried, making an idiotic statement. The bosses around her burst into derisive laughter. Daring to claim wealth in front of this guy? You have no shame.

“You have money?” Tang Chen roared with laughter. He threw an arm over Boss Pang’s shoulders. “Boss Pang, tell me, is this old bitch an escapee from the mental hospital? Too broke to cough up a measly billion, yet bragging about being rich? You’re poor trash! No, you’re a beggar!”

Boss Pang nodded emphatically. “Yes, Young Master Tang is right. You are a beggar.”

The gathered bosses were speechless at Tang Chen’s logic. If not having one billion made you a beggar, then the entire world was beggars. Did he think everyone could just casually dish out a billion?

The old woman trembled with rage. “You damn nouveau riche bastard! You think having money makes you great? Attack, my guards! Beat this bastard to death!” Infuriated beyond reason, the Old Bitch summoned her security guards to attack Tang Chen.

Tang Chen’s eyes turned cold. “Young Master will beat you to death first!” As his shout echoed, everyone’s vision blurred. Then, Tang Chen dashed forward with a ‘swoosh’.

The two security guards reacted swiftly, planting themselves in front of the old woman. They were fast, but Tang Chen was faster. He drove a fist into one guard’s stomach. As that guard doubled over, Tang Chen clamped a hand onto the other guard’s neck. Holding one by the neck and the other by the back of the head, he hurled them both onto the stage. Thud! Thud! They crashed down heavily.

Smack!

A crisp slap echoed. Tang Chen’s palm landed viciously on the old woman’s face. The pitiful wretch was sent staggering to the ground.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. No one expected Tang Chen to openly assault someone at such an auction, let alone with such inhuman speed.

“You hit me? You little bastard dared to hit me!” The old woman shrieked, lunging at Tang Chen with flailing, clawing nails.

“Screw your little girl!” Tang Chen bellowed. He seized the old woman’s wrists, then brutally slapped her face repeatedly. He forced her head down while driving his knee upward, smashing it into her face with brutal force.

Crunch!

Blood splattered everywhere. The old woman wailed and collapsed.

“Listen carefully, Old Bitch,” Tang Chen spat venomously. “With money, you get to be self-indulgent. Without it, you accept your fate. So-called rich people like you are just begging for punishment. Damn it! You pretend to be some hotshot with ordinary folks, but meet a super-tycoon like Young Master, and suddenly I’m just some ‘nouveau riche’? Screw you! If you’re broke, stay quietly in your pathetic hotel! Let Young Master see you showing off again… Young Master will spend one billion buying your entire group! Young Master will turn it into a toilet!”

Tang Chen’s words pierced the Old Bitch and everyone present. Instinctively, they all took a step back. His aura was too strong—the sheer arrogance and domination radiating from him were unlike anything they’d experienced. Some broke into cold sweats, unable to meet his fierce gaze. The old woman writhed on the floor, nearly passing out from the agony. At last, she understood the kind of ruthless figure she had provoked: ridiculously wealthy, and now he’d beaten her and her guards half to death. He was a madman!

“I’ll sue you! I will definitely sue you!” The old woman screamed, a trembling finger pointing at him, her voice choked with pain and rage.

“Sue me?” Tang Chen twisted his mouth before bursting into derisive laughter. Then he kicked sharply at the old woman’s temple. Thump! The old woman groaned and slumped, unconscious.

“When you wake up, Young Master will be waiting for your lawsuit documents,” Tang Chen declared, utterly unconcerned. “If you don’t sue me, Young Master will make your life hell.” Joke? You sue Young Master? Push Young Master too far, and Young Master will just wipe you out!

Somehow, Tang Chen felt himself becoming increasingly violent. He didn’t know why. Humbling people was getting harsher. Ruining people was getting fiercer. Sometimes, once he started hitting people, he couldn’t stop himself. This had happened several times now.

“Auctioneer! Why the hell haven’t you dropped the gavel?!” Tang Chen snarled, lifting his head to pin the auctioneer girl with a glare so fierce it nearly made her cry.

“Yes! Yes, sir! Ten Billion going once! Ten Billion going twice! Ten Billion… sold! Clang! Congratulations to the Junyue Group! They’ve secured the plot for Ten Billion!”

As the gavel struck, Tang Chen snorted coldly. He straightened up, an overwhelming aura of dominance radiating out.