The first day of the anniversary celebration was always dull, mostly a chance for everyone to get reacquainted and avoid any confusion about family hierarchies. For the younger generation of the Huang family, the boredom was even more pronounced.
But today, Huang Xuan's "disappearing act" had left Huang Song and Huang Shunwei in awe. They excitedly exaggerated the story of Huang Xuan's heroic vanishing… but the real drama was yet to come at 11 PM.
By this time, Huang Xuan's older cousins had just finished gloating over their victory against the "terrorist organization" of stinky meat bombs and laxative-laced concoctions. One by one, they strutted out of the lotus pond area, heading towards the parking lot, smugly taunting the younger kids whose schemes had been foiled—after all, under-18s couldn't drive. Poor things.
And then…
Amid the familiar roar of engines came the unfamiliar sound of crashing metal. A few hadn't even started their cars yet but were hit by others around them. According to "Yellow News," no casualties were reported.
The sight of over a dozen luxury cars in a pileup was something to behold, and Huang Liming was certainly fuming. He angrily ripped open his airbag, cursing loudly. His car, which had cost him 1.2 million dollars, was now crammed in with seven or eight heaps of scrap metal.
"It's got to be that kid, Huang Xuan!" yelled the sixth brother, Huang Jianxuan, as he stormed out of his ruined Lamborghini. Ever since he had beaten up Huang Zhi, Huang Xuan had retaliated with two laxative pranks—simple, yet effective.
"Stop yelling. Do you want everyone to know you got played?" Huang Liming, the fourth oldest at 26, thought further ahead than Huang Jianxuan. Ten or so cars had crashed in the family's parking lot during the anniversary celebration—how could the elders not find out? And once they knew, what would they do?
They might punish Huang Xuan, but what would they think of him? How would he be judged for letting a kid play him like this? What if he just kept quiet and didn't make a fuss—how would that be perceived?
Huang Liming found himself in a dilemma as the parking lot descended into chaos. Huang Jianxuan, seeing that Huang Liming was just muttering to himself, couldn't hold back and shouted, "I don't care! I'm teaching that brat a lesson today!"
At his shout, the eleventh brother, Huang Pinzhong, also sprang into action. He had spent a lot of effort getting his hands on a BMW 7 Series, and now, looking at the battered car, he was furious. His father couldn't afford to buy him another one, and the 1.5 million yuan he spent now felt wasted. Fueled by anger, he gave Huang Jianxuan a look and said, "No point in just talking—let's go beat that bastard up."
The high-priced security guards had already arrived at the scene, and the family's own guards stood around helplessly in the chaos. Huang Pinzhong was the first to charge out of the crowd, followed by Huang Jianxuan's shout of, "If you've got guts, follow me!" Two others joined the charge.
The guards didn't dare stop them and stood still. A few looked at Huang Liming, who mouthed a few words but then shut his mouth tightly. For him, this might be the best way to handle things.
Meanwhile, Huang Xuan was having a great time with his cousins, laughing even harder at the distant commotion. Huang Zhi was proudly recounting today's "poison sausage" incident—one of the few successful pranks.
Outside the garden, there were two loud shouts, followed by an inexplicable commotion. It sounded like someone had broken in. The older kids quieted down first; they knew how strict Huang Jindi's rules were—trespassing on the ancestral home was a serious offense.
The noise suddenly died down, and Huang Xuan and the others lost their mood, preparing to leave. But just as they were about to go, the shouting resumed, and two big guys burst in, swinging their arms wildly, with a few others behind them desperately trying to hold them back—unsuccessfully.
"It looks like that guy, Huang Jianxuan," Huang Zhi quickly recognized the sixth brother who had beaten him up before. Unfortunately, back then, their second sister had just married, and the younger generation in the third house didn't have anyone strong enough to take on the burly sixth brother, so the matter had been left unresolved.
The older cousins, who were all in high school and not listed in the official family registry, saw the confrontation and wisely moved further away.
"You're supposed to be over on the other side of the pond," Huang Xuan, though only 15, was clearly in charge here.
"Cut the crap," Huang Jianxuan said angrily. "Did you mess with our cars?"
Huang Jianxuan was seething, his fists clenched as if he was ready to swing them at any moment.
"You guys can't even take care of your own cars and come to blame us?" Huang Xuan didn't back down, stepping forward. "If you have proof, take it to the family council. If not, you'd better leave."
"This place isn't just for you," the eleventh brother's voice wasn't loud. His personality could be hasty at times, but he wasn't as hot-headed as the sixth brother. The cold wind had cleared his head on the way over. Although he couldn't back down now, he was clearly hedging his bets, talking in a way that covered all bases.
But Huang Jianxuan didn't pick up on his eleventh brother's intentions. He raised his fist and shouted, "Don't give me that crap. Who did it? Was it all of you?"
He pointed at Huang Shunwei, who instinctively took a step back in fear, prompting Huang Jianxuan to take a step forward.
Huang Xuan's teeth itched with anger. "Lorin, do you have a way to give me a sudden burst of strength?"
"Level 16 skill, currently unavailable," Lorin replied in his usual unhurried manner, showing no sense of urgency.
Huang Xuan saw the other kids watching him, his teeth grinding. He muttered under his breath, "I just need to knock this guy down. Do you have anything like that?"
"The physical check and vaccine I administered earlier have already enhanced your body's abilities. According to my analysis, you have an 80% chance of knocking down the person in front of you."
Huang Xuan didn't have time to ask Lorin more questions. Knocking down his sixth brother had been one of his goals for the past two years. For this, he went to the gym once a month… and now, the opportunity had arrived.
Just as Huang Jianxuan took his second step, Huang Xuan suddenly charged forward, landing a punch on his jaw.
Huang Jianxuan let out a muffled grunt and collapsed sideways as if hit by a massive force, crashing to the ground. Huang Xuan had put so much force into the punch that he fell on top of him.
There was a moment of stunned silence, followed by the kids erupting into cheers, throwing themselves into the fray.
The over-18s had been decisively toppled.
Huang Xuan sat on Huang Jianxuan's legs, staring in disbelief at his fist, surrounded by kids gazing at him with admiration. It was a great feeling.