Fake G-cups

"You... you actually dared to hit me?"

Qi Yang clutched his face, which had instantly turned red and swollen, in utter disbelief.

In all his life, even his own father had never had the heart to hit him. Yet this brat had actually dared to strike him?

And right across the face, at that!

Beside him, Yao Meina was so stunned by the sight that her head spun. In her world, Young Master Qi was practically a god.

Someone so privileged and distinguished had actually been struck by a country bumpkin? This was sheer madness!

"Brat, do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? Let go of Young Master Qi right now!"

Yao Meina snapped out of her daze and scolded him sharply.

She had her own little scheme. As long as she stood firmly by Young Master Qi now, this brat would be dead for sure once reinforcements arrived!

Then she might win Young Master Qi's favor again! With any luck, she might even marry into the Qi Family!

Smack!

But just as she was congratulating herself on her clever plan, Jiang Tian backhanded her across the face.

"Still running your mouth? Fine, I'll shut you up for good!"

With that, he flicked a finger, sending a burst of force straight into her vocal cords and shattering them!

It wouldn't kill her, but she would never be able to speak again.

At best, she would only be able to make incoherent sounds.

Yao Meina panicked for a moment, then, realizing she seemed completely unharmed, prepared to launch into another tirade.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

But to her surprise...

When she opened her mouth to spew more filth, all that came out was an "ah"!

Yao Meina froze. Clutching her throat, she stared at Jiang Tian in terror, as though asking what had happened.

Jiang Tian sneered. "You're too noisy, so you can keep quiet for the rest of your life."

Yao Meina was dumbstruck. A moment later, she lunged at Jiang Tian like a madwoman.

My voice is gone.

How am I supposed to please my clients in bed now? How am I supposed to praise their prowess?

But before she could reach him, Jiang Tian kicked her.

Thud! Pop!

Two dull sounds rang out!

One was Yao Meina hitting the floor. The other was her implants bursting.

Watching her chest rapidly deflate, Jiang Tian's mouth twitched. They burst just like that?

Then he turned a mocking, rather odd look on Qi Yang.

Qi Yang was stunned by the sight too. Did her breasts just burst?

Does that mean the G-cups I've been enjoying for the past six months were fake all along?

"You! You actually dared to deceive me?"

No longer caring that Jiang Tian still had him by the neck, Qi Yang pointed at Yao Meina and roared furiously!

When he first found a woman with such spectacular G-cups, he had bragged about her endlessly to his friends. Now he was being told they were fake? How was he supposed to show his face around them again?

Yao Meina hadn't expected the implants she had spent hundreds of thousands on to burst either!

Coming to her senses, she tried to explain to Qi Yang, but she could no longer speak. All she could do was sit on the floor and wail.

"I have to say, Young Master Qi, you really do have unusual tastes. So interested in a pile of silicone products. They must feel pretty good, huh?"

Jiang Tian mocked him.

Qi Yang's face flushed scarlet. He was too furious to speak.

Remembering how he had left his saliva all over her breasts, he now felt sick at the very thought!

"Oh, right. There's something else. I wonder if you know about it, Young Master Qi."

"What?"

Qi Yang asked instinctively.

Jiang Tian smiled faintly, then told him about Yao Meina's sexual exploits, even including the threesome she had taken part in the night before.

"What?!"

After hearing that, Qi Yang nearly spat blood and fainted on the spot.

"All right, I've told you everything you need to know. Hurry up and call for backup. You get one chance, and one chance only."

With that, Jiang Tian hurled him to the floor.

Trembling with rage, Qi Yang pointed at Jiang Tian, then at Yao Meina, and glared at them. "You two... just you wait!"

He took out his phone and started making a call.

Jiang Tian remained utterly composed. He even motioned for Xianxian to bring him a stool and sat down.

Although Xianxian was astonished by Jiang Tian's strength, she couldn't help warning him, "Sir, you should leave right away. You hit Young Master Qi. Given the Qi Family's temperament, they'll never let you off!"

Jiang Tian sat there, unshakably calm. "Really? Then I have even more reason to see how they plan to deal with me."

He crooked a finger, drawing a nearby fruit platter toward him, then picked up a banana and began eating as if nothing had happened.

By then, Qi Yang had finished his call. Turning around and finding Jiang Tian still in the mood to eat bananas, he flew into a towering rage.

"Brat, just you wait! I'll make you wish you were dead today!"

Qi Yang roared.

Time ticked by.

Five minutes passed in a flash!

A pile of banana peels had accumulated at Jiang Tian's feet. After finishing the last banana, he stood up. "Well? Your people still aren't here?"

Seeing Jiang Tian rise, Qi Yang instinctively took a step back and warned him, "Don't get cocky, brat. They'll be here any second!"

Screech!

The instant he finished speaking, the sharp squeal of brakes came from outside the sales office. Three vans pulled to a stop.

Clatter!

The doors opened, and a group of burly men carrying clubs and machetes swaggered inside, thirty or forty of them in all.

Their leader was a burly man with a black birthmark on his face. He was even bigger than the others, standing a full six feet three and weighing at least two hundred and twenty pounds.

As the men poured into the sales office, the previously spacious lobby became packed in an instant.

"Young Master Qi, who had the nerve to hit you? Are they tired of living?"

The leader bellowed as soon as he entered, as though afraid anyone might fail to realize they were gangsters.

Qi Yang was delighted to see him and hurried forward. "Old Eight, you're finally here!"

"Young Master Qi, what happened? Just say the word, and I'll make sure you get even!"

Old Eight looked at Qi Yang with a thoroughly ingratiating expression.

"It's that brat! That bastard actually hit me! I want you to cripple him and make him kneel and kowtow to me!"

Qi Yang pointed viciously at Jiang Tian.

Old Eight glanced toward Jiang Tian and raised an eyebrow. His fleshy face jiggled as he strode over. "Pretty cocky, aren't you, brat? You even dared to hit Young Master Qi. You must be tired of living!"

Jiang Tian looked Old Eight up and down, then turned to Qi Yang in mild disappointment. "So this is the backup you called? Where's your father? Why didn't he come?"

"You bastard! You think you're worthy of seeing my father? Who the hell do you think you are?"

With his men here, Qi Yang's tone had grown much bolder.

Old Eight rolled his neck and sneered as well. "Exactly. Why would Master Kui need to come out to deal with a little punk like you? Who the hell are you?"

As he spoke, he reached for Jiang Tian's collar.

But just then...

The instant Old Eight extended his hand, Jiang Tian moved like lightning and seized his thumb first.

Then he bent it hard!

Crack!

Jiang Tian snapped Old Eight's thumb outright.

"Aaargh!"

With a miserable scream, Old Eight dropped to his knees...