Chapter 108: Dogs Biting Dogs

Feng Shouzhuo and Shen Qingyun then realized they had let the cat out of the bag, but the proud expressions on their faces grew even stronger.

Feng Shouzhuo smiled and nodded.

“That’s right, Feng Miwan is our daughter. Watching our own child race gets us a bit excited—hope we didn’t embarrass ourselves in front of you all.”

“So you’re Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng! A pleasure!”

Xiong Daichuan enthusiastically extended his hand.

“I’m Xiong Daichuan, and this is my wife, Shen Yong. Our daughter is Xiong Yibai, and she’s good friends with Little Wan.”

“Oh! So you’re the family of Little Wan’s friend! Hello, hello!”

Shen Qingyun responded warmly, and the atmosphere quickly warmed up.

At that moment, Feng Shouzhuo’s gaze fell on Ren Queyue, who had been silent beside them, and he took the initiative to ask:

“And this is…?”

Ren Queyue generously introduced herself:

“Hello, Uncle, Auntie. I’m Ren Queyue, a good friend of Little Wan and Shutong.”

“Ohhh—good… friend… huh—”

Shen Qingyun exchanged a knowing look with her husband, Feng Shouzhuo.

Both of them thought the same thing:

This kid must be shy. She’s too embarrassed to admit her relationship with Little Wan in front of so many people, so she’s brushing it off as ‘good friends.’

No worries. As elders, we need to take the initiative and help break the ice for these youngsters.

With that in mind, Shen Qingyun’s smile grew even more benevolent. She stepped forward, affectionately took Ren Queyue’s hand, and began to examine her closely, her gaze exactly like one appraising a prospective son-in-law:

“Queyue, what a lovely name—full of poetic charm! And you look so spirited and clean-cut!”

“What do you do for work? Busy most days?”

Though Ren Queyue felt the auntie was being a tad overly enthusiastic and her questions a bit too personal, she answered politely out of courtesy:

“Auntie, I’m a doctor in the Emergency Department. Work… it’s okay, busy sometimes, idle other times.”

“A doctor! Wonderful! Saving lives, stable career, and it sounds impressive!”

Shen Qingyun glanced back at Feng Shouzhuo with satisfaction, as if to say: See? I was right—perfect credentials!

She pressed on. “What do your parents do? Are they in good health?”

“My parents are university professors. They just teach and write books. They’re doing well health-wise—thanks for asking, Auntie.”

Ren Queyue continued to answer, but the question marks piling up in her mind grew larger:

Why does watching a race feel like a background check?

And why is the line of questioning so weird?

Xiong Daichuan and Shen Yong, watching from the side, increasingly felt something was off.

Shen Yong frowned slightly and whispered to her husband:

“Isn’t this Mrs. Feng… a bit too concerned about Queyue? These questions sound like…”

Xiong Daichuan stroked his chin, lost in thought.

………………

Meanwhile, the black-clothed men drew closer and closer. Xiong Yibai’s mind buzzed as she instantly connected the harassment at the racecourse entrance with this group of black-clothed thugs—

They had been set up!

What to do?

Fight?

The gap in combat ability was too wide.

Run?

No way she’d outrun them dragging Zhao Shutong along.

In a flash of inspiration, she glanced at the bookmaker bro in front of her.

Before the black-clothed men could close in, she pointed at them and shouted at the top of her lungs to the bookmaker bro:

“Those guys in black are from the rival track! They want to force us to place fifty million with them! What do we do, big bro?!”

As she yelled, she swiftly pulled the dumbfounded Zhao Shutong back a few steps, putting distance between them, the bookmaker bro, and the black-clothed men.

The bookmaker bro froze for a second, then fury at being bullied by rivals surged onto his face—

He fully bought Xiong Yibai as one of their own. He let out a sharp whistle and bellowed toward the corner stacked with clutter:

“Brothers! You hear that? No more hiding! Grab your gear! The rivals are bullying us on our turf! Beat ’em to death! Show ’em who owns this street!”

In an instant, a dozen or so young punks in floral shirts, tight pants, and sleazy getups burst out from behind the clutter piles and under nearby billboards.

They clutched short sticks and bricks from who-knows-where, cursing as they charged forward and clashed with the black-clothed men!

The scene descended into total chaos!

The black-clothed men were clearly caught off guard. The leader elbowed away a thug’s wild haymaker while trying to shout toward Xiong Yibai and the others:

“Idiots! We’re on the same side! The targets are those two women!”

But the thugs were in a rage—how could they listen?

A punk with yellow-dyed hair bear-hugged a black-clothed man’s waist, yelling:

“You think we’re three-year-olds?! Stealing business with such a lame excuse!”

The thugs assumed their boss had called them out because these black-clothed men were crashing their turf and poaching clients.

Another with green hair swung a half-broken plastic stool he’d picked up from somewhere, smashing it onto a black-clothed man’s back:

“Yeah! First come, first served—got it? This deal’s ours! Wanna cut in? Ask the brothers first!”

The black-clothed men were trained and skilled, striking standard combat poses.

But they couldn’t handle the thugs’ numbers, dirty tricks, and unpredictable style—groin kicks, spit, hair-pulling, even biting—all fair game in a classic street brawl.

For a moment, the suited black-clothed men were tangled up by this motley crew of colorful delinquents.

The bookmaker bro directed from the edge of the fray:

“Hit the one with the tie! Yeah! Yank it! Choke him out!”

“Fatty! Grab his legs! Sit on him!”

Occasionally, a particularly skilled black-clothed man broke free and lunged toward Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong.

But the bloodthirsty thugs spotted it immediately. Three or four piled on like human pyramids, pinning the guy down, and crowed triumphantly:

“Don’t worry, sugar mama! We’re protecting you! These business-stealing bastards won’t touch a hair on your heads!”

Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong huddled together, watching the brawl unfold. Their initial tension gradually turned to speechlessness and amusement.

“Oh my god…”

Zhao Shutong covered her mouth.

“Yi Bai, you’re way too clever…”

Just then, several men in ordinary casual clothes—but with upright postures—surged forward from some corner, positioning themselves in front of Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong. They were the bodyguards Xiong Daichuan had arranged.

The lead bodyguard eyed the dust-choked melee ahead, with curses and cries mingling in the air, and his mouth twitched. He asked quietly:

“Miss Xiong, Miss Zhao, you alright? What… is this situation?”

Xiong Yibai watched as two thugs tried binding a black-clothed man with some random rope:

“We’re fine. Probably a black-on-black business dispute. Dogs biting dogs—no fur to eat.”