The young man staggered again from the slap.
When he looked up, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Y-you know who I am?"
"Whoever the hell you are, get lost." Zhang Yang smiled. "If you're not convinced and want to get even, fine. I'll be waiting."
It was such a trivial matter; nothing was beyond settling.
Though there was always someone stronger, Zhang Yang was not the sort to be so arrogant that he acted without restraint.
He naturally knew exactly how serious this could get.
"Fine, fine, you said it. If you've got guts, don't leave!" The young man wiped his mouth with a tissue and shouted threats from several steps away.
"Sure, I'm not leaving. Come on." Zhang Yang remained where he was, his gaze meeting that of the girl supporting her boyfriend beside him.
He gave a light blink.
The girl froze, her eyelashes trembling slightly before she lowered her head in a fluster.
A moment later, Zhang Yang turned and went back into the restaurant to continue the unfinished drinking session.
As soon as he returned, the drinks resumed.
"Brother, where did you go? Come on, let your little brother drink another with you." Du Xiaochen pulled him over. "A true bond means draining the cup. I'll never forget your kindness, Brother. Your little brother will drink!"
He tipped his head back and drained it, his feelings clearly genuine.
Smiling, Zhang Yang raised his glass and drank with him.
Everyone watched, all rather curious about just how great a favor Zhang Yang had done Du Xiaochen to make Young Master Du behave like this.
"Xiaochen, stop keeping us in suspense. Give us a hint—just how big a favor did Brother Zhang do for you?" everyone asked with laughter.
"A favor as big as